Sick, both of them, sick and inhuman, the sigils of the devil's research pressed against each other's skin.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
This wasn't really what he'd been expecting from surreptitious wartime sex. He'd thought it would be some kind of quickie round the back of the latrines.