Title: Soft Spot
Type: PWP, drabble
Warnings: I-I... don't even know what to put here. Just... it's porn-y. And it's weird. Be warned. :|
A/N: D-Damn you, Tim. * BRB, facepalming forever.*
Alphonse is laid out on his bed, covers kicked back as he pants lightly, face flushing a dark shade of red--This shouldn't feel so good--as his hips slowly roll forwards. The color in his cheeks is more from shame than arousal and it darkens yet further as he glances down at the plush kitten that he's grinding against; his shorts are still on, so he doesn't dirty the toy.
“Why do you still sleep with those damned stuffed animals, Alphonse?” Edward had asked him, time and time again. “You're not a little kid anymore.”
Alphonse offered his brother an innocent smile. Innocent... unlike the thoughts that sprang to mind at the thought of his stuffed animals. “They're just so cute and--”
“... soft,” Alphonse groans, biting at his lip as his hips move faster.
Heat surges through his body and he grits his teeth; Edward is in the next room, and will hear Alphonse if he is too loud. He turns his head, burying it in his pillow as he lets out a slightly choked noise, his erection straining against his shorts, throbbing with each buck of his hips. His hands press the toy firmer against his groin and his movements grow more erratic, the steady rhythm he'd set quickly fading into something more desperate. Alphonse's head snaps back, his spine arching and hips surging forwards against the soft fabric of the kitten as he releases, his seed spilling out and staining his shorts.
He quickly pulls the stuffed kitten away from himself, not wanting any of his mess to get onto it. With a small, tired groan, Alphonse gets up and tosses his shorts into the hamper, then pulls on a new pair and quickly crawls back into bed. Alphonse tugs the blankets up over himself, then reaches out, groping somewhat blindly for--
“There you are,” he whispers, pulling the plush kitten up to his chest and hugging it as he quickly falls asleep.