Ed continued to squirm and moan under the others touches. He was now unable to pay attention to the pain of the hangover, the pleasure of what Roy was doing him starting to override it. The scars on his legs sent weird sensations down the automail leg, one of the closest feelings he got to a real leg short of pain, and it felt even more sensitive than his restored arm.

His volume increased with another moan as he felt Roys mouth on his erection, his arm pushing the pillow to the side enough so it still blocked the sun but he could somewhat see what was going on, not that that was really the brightest idea right now given without visual he could already feel his body practically racing to finish from what Roy was doing.

"Yeah," His voice was husky, his breathing labored. "Oh, I know," Another moan before he continued in a foreign language -- presumably because he knew Roy wouldn't know what he was saying. Ed wasn't as bold anymore, without the alcohol. "I would've had you last night," it was followed by a few expletives. "Augh, fuck, I'm--" Going to cum, but Ed suddenly lost his voice as the orgasm washed over him much quicker than he'd expected, and much harder. One hand automatically buried into the hair of the other as he groaned and arched his back while pleasure took over his body. His hand loosened in Roy's hair and Ed fell limp to the bed with a quiet whimper.

There was a few seconds of silence before Ed spoke again, his voice quiet -- presumably still because of his hangover. "Lets just tsay in bed for a bit..." His eyes were half shut as he watched the other, not wanting to get up and not wanting the other to leave either.