Ed whines softly, gasps “fuck” in a tone that betrays his quiet awe. He’s gripping Roy’s shoulders so tightly that his knuckles have gone white. 

I’ve never thought you were going to break,” Roy says, almost calmly, just a hint of a ragged edge to his voice that betrays his composure slipping. “I’ve seen you broken before. This is just desperate.”

Ed practically growls, his temper flaring. “Shut up,” he says, his voice tight but obviously breathless. “If you’re still trying to argue technicalities with me, you’re not fucking me hard enough.”

“If you insist,” Roy counters, still trying to sound casual. He grabs Ed’s hips again and holds him in place, slams into him as deep as he can and teases the width of his knot while Ed squirms and cries out in his grip.

he pushes at Roy’s chest in a weak attempt to pull back and ease the pressure of Roy’s knot against his entrance. As much as he wants this, some animal part of him can’t help but recoil when it gets to be too much.

Ed’s whining resolves into a low string of curses, and and as mumbled, “Alphas, please,” “I need you,” Ed says finally. “Now.” His voice comes out harsher than before, almost a growl.

Watching Ed’s reactions up close like this is a treat; being able to smell the emotions warring within him as his scent shifts is nothing short of a miracle, a relic of ancestral biology that feels unmistakably and exclusively predatory. Smelling Ed’s fear excites him, but the moment Ed’s scent shifts to anger, to surging pride, the excitement hardens into something possessive. The Alpha within him will always want to take things and mark them as his own.

Show him, an instinct says. Ruin him.

Ed is filthy, dripping like a broken faucet from both holes, relaxed and eager when his self control falters, and the hunger consumes him.

It barely takes any pressure at all to enter him, Ed’s body pulls him in,clenching and relaxing in a needy, broken rhythm, and Al is already seeing stars, already grabbing desperately at Ed’s hips,  It feels like the walls are closing in around him, but there’s no panic, no fear. He just- lets go.

Ed is vice tight around him, and Roy's cock throbbing and aching already as he presses deeper. It’s impossible to deny that Ed wants this, wants to be fucked and bred and tied like this, marked and scented by him only him.

Ed whines a soft “Roy, fuck,” when roy slams his hips home, buried to the base of his knot in Ed’s ass. Ed’s slick is everywhere now, his scent heavy in the air, mingling with Roy in a perverse dance.

“You’re incredible, Ed,” roy says. His voice comes out deeper than he’s ever heard it before; he doesn’t quite sound like himself. “It’s like you were made for me.”

“Shut up,” Ed snaps, a knee-jerk defensive reaction to anyone coming at him with a compliment when he wasn’t expecting it.

“Why would I do that when my teasing is getting you so riled up?” roy replies, slowly pulling out until only the head of his cock is touching Ed’s slick, wet heat.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Roy says, pulling Ed forward so he’s teasing at his hole “This is what you were made for, after all. Alphas breeding you in your hole, tying you, filling you with our cum.”

“Roy,” Ed says, pleading. “Alphas, please.” His body is greedy like this, blinded by lust and practically drowning in all the pheromones, and he makes a pleading noise when roy pulls all the way out, like the loss is hurting him.

Roy can’t help staring, and he watches Ed’s empty hole gape and clench, needy seemingly beyond Ed’s control. A trickle of slick dribbles down Ed’s thigh, and roy feels an urge to taste it.

“Damn,” roy says, drags his thumb over Ed’s entrance just to tease, just to watch the muscles twitch to life at the slightest stimulation. “You need it bad, huh?”

“Please,” Ed whines. “roy, fuck, please, I need you-”

Roy doesn’t even hesitate. It’s so easy to tighten his hands on Ed’s hips and slam into him, to bury himself as deep as he can. Ed takes him beautifully, his hole slick and relaxed and open, and it makes roy dizzy for a second when he realizes that Ed’s body is relaxing in preparation for Ed to take his knot.

Ed moans for him, brazen and uninhibited and unapologetically loud. Roy takes a moment to be thankful for that moan.

“Harder,” Ed pleads. “Let me feel you. Let me feel your knot, alpha.” so roy fucks into him deeper, until he can feel Ed’s heat surrounding him as he presses his knot against Ed’s entrance, trying to let him feel the size of it. “Yesss,” Ed whines, rocking his hips and trying to take him further. “Fuck, you’re big. Want you so fucking bad.”

“Ed,” roy says, pleading. Whether he’s begging for more or begging Ed to stop, he’s not entirely sure.

“It’s good,” Ed replies, assuming he means the latter, tripping over the words. “It’s fucking fantastic, don’t stop-”

Roy,” he whines, “Alpha, please, I need you, I need your cock, need your knot-”

Roy growls, his hips still rocking against Ed’s. “You’ve become so greedy with me. So shameless.”

“you'll have it,” Roy snaps. His tone hits like a slap to the face. “As soon as I decide if you earned it.”

Ed is still clinging to Roy’s shoulders, trembling ever so slightly, every muscle in his body relaxing with his breathing. “Roy,” he says, voice low. “C’mon, please, I want you so bad- I’ll make it so good for you, you know that I will-”

Roy seems to consider Ed’s proposition for a long moment, letting the tension come to a simmer. Every second passes slowly, like waiting for ice to melt.

When Roy finally does reply, he says, “Alright,” in his best attempt at an unaffected tone. In spite of himself, he can’t seem to keep the grin off his face. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Roy shifts his hips and pulls Ed closer, as he kisses a trail down Ed’s neck, pausing at the crux of his shoulder for a moment before he latches on to Ed’s mating bite.

Roy’s teeth cut easily, and the spark of pain makes Ed gasp and pull back on instinct, trying to pull away from the sharp sting of Roy’s canines sinking into him. Ed can’t seem to stop squirming, but there’s no give to their position like this; there’s nowhere for him to go. Roy’s knot slides home easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, with one smooth thrust and a strangled moan from Ed. Ed stays trapped flush between roy, skin on sweaty skin burning up where they’re touching.

Roy makes a sound that’s almost a growl, his mouth still pressed to Ed’s bloody shoulder.

A trickle of blood escapes and dribbles down Ed’s back, and roy watches with a mix of fascination and lust and something almost like pride all at the same time.

“Roy,” Ed pleads. “Roy, can you- please-”

Roy doesn’t say anything — he can’t say anything, not with his jaw clamped down vice-tight on Ed’s shoulder — but he doesn’t have to. He slips a hand between Ed’s legs with a practiced confidence, dragging his thumb against Ed’s cock, chubby and swollen and wet with his slick. Ed jolts as though he’s been shocked, dissolving into a litany of “fuck shit fuck” as he trembles between them, on the verge of overstimulation already.

It’s rare to see Ed experiencing pleasure; it’s rare to see Ed let himself take something he wants. Ed’s history of self denial.

Roy doesn’t hesitate, and he certainly doesn’t stop, jerking Ed off with quick, dirty strokes. Ah! Ed moans as he cums in Roy's hand, roy quickly cums as he feels heat wrap tighter around him.