Lighter side of bdsm: spanking, light bondage, etc.
Once Envy could have killed Al with the mere scratch of a sharp black finger against those thick bloody lines.
"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
No kinks, no cross-dressing, no tag-team threesomes, and all pets must be ushered out of the room beforehand.
“Your latest expense reports left something to be desired. Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll go over them.” “I’ll stand, thanks.”
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
Ed knew he was going to muck everything up between the three of him if he didn't get a hold of his libido.
His brother seemed to like it when the leather left marks, a residual token of ownership, even when the collar (by job-dictated necessity) had to be removed.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."