Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Late Night Phone Calls- Roy Calls Riza

Roy's P.O.V.

"Hello?"

"What are you wearing, Lieutenant?"

My heart skips a beat at his voice, and I reach a hand out to the nightstand to catch my balance.

"What?" I whisper into the phone.

"You heard me," he repeats, in that same gravelly, seductive tone. "Tell me what you're wearing. Right now."

"Uh…" I blink, and look down at myself. "My uniform," I answer honestly. "Apart from my boots."

"Hmm," he hums softly, and if I shut my eyes, I can see him nodding. "Good. Take off your pants."

Oh God. This is one of those calls. I feel a tremor slide down my spine and heat bloom in my belly.

"Yes, sir," I answer softly, before tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder and following his order.

"Not too fast," he amends quickly. "Slowly. I want you to close your eyes and picture me, kneeling in front of you, my hands on your waistband, tugging at them. My eyes locked on that sweet spot between your legs, where I can see you getting wet."

I gasp, my pants at my knees, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Are they off?" he speaks up again.

"Al-almost," I choke out as I push the fabric the rest of the way down. "Now."

"Good, Lieutenant. Get on your bed. Back to your pillows."

"Yes."

I do it, careful not to let the phone leave my ear.

"So, remind me, what are you wearing now?"

"My dress shirt, my bra, and my panties," I inform him quietly.

"Perfect. Bend your knees, Riza."

I do it, bringing them up and to the sides, making my thinly covered sex feel on display. As if he were physically here, watching.

"Done," I update him, briefly, trying to calm my breathing.

Phone sex with the colonel, though we've done it before, doesn't happen as often as I'd like, so I tend to get a little overexcited when it does.

"Are you wet for me?" he breathes into the phone, and I bite my lip to contain a moan.

"I…"

"Feel. Reach down and stroke the outside of your panties. Right over your pussy."

I do it, my hand shaking with anticipation. I gasp when I feel it, the wet spot confirming my arousal.

"I'm wet, sir," I admit. "Very."

"Fuck, Riza," he groans, and I hear a zipper going down on his end of the line.

"Are you all right, Roy?" I ask teasingly, though my voice is still weak with need.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Are you hard?" I continue, running my finger over my slit again, on top of my panties.

He lets out a harsh grunt, and I know he's got his hand wrapped around his cock.

"I'll do the talking," he pipes back up after a second, his rough voice giving him away.

"Yes, sir," I grin, adjusting the phone. "What now?"

"Unbutton your shirt."

"Do you want to illustrate for me?" I whisper, pleadingly, as I reach for the top button.