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Stede plucks at the scarf they’ve used to connect his braid and the hook, and Ed grunts.
“It really does look good on you,” Stede says, meaning every word.
They’d picked up the toy at an oddities table at a market they’d found, and after a quiet discussion with the seller, Ed had insisted on buying it and explaining to Stede later.
Now, Ed is kneeling on a pillow on the floor, cock hard and standing proud away from his body, and head angled back to try to give the scarf some slack. The hook is even more snug than he expected it to be, bulbed end inside him and absolutely perfect how it pulls him taut. Stede was the one who thought to braid his hair and tie the scarf to that, which serves the dual purpose of keeping him arched and keeping his hair back, and his arms are tied loosely behind his back with another scarf to keep him from touching himself.
Stede kneels beside him.
“How’s it feel?” Stede asks, running fingertips over the weaving of Ed’s braid.
“Like a hook up my ass,” Ed jokes, but the breathlessness is there. “Feels good.”
“Good,” Stede hums.
Stede still isn’t used to this whole... Thing. He’d been more than happy to try when Ed admitted to him he had certain fantasies that no one had ever let him experience, things like ‘subbing’. Once Ed explained it, though, it seemed fairly simple.
“Look at you,” Stede croons, coming around to Ed’s front. “You look so beautiful.”
Ed laughs again, like he’s flattered but doesn’t believe it. It’s also not like he could tell, with his head forced toward the ceiling and his eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, love,” Stede says. He cups Ed’s face in his hands and kisses him chastely, briefly, before stopping and making sure Ed is looking at him. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
Ed tries to lean forward for another kiss and tugs on the hook with a hurt noise.
“You’ll have to ask me for what you want,” Stede says, smiling. “You’ve got very limited movement with that in you.”
“Kiss me?” Ed asks.
Well, how could Stede possibly say no to that?
Ed’s mouth is soft and hot and desperate this time, kissing Stede back with a shocking ferocity for someone who’s been bound up. They barely separate for air; Stede leans over to put them face to face and laughs when there’s no hair to tangle his fingers into, all pulled neatly back.
Kissing Ed is an incredible thing. The beard gets in the way, a bit, but not enough to make it unenjoyable. It’s nothing like kissing Mary — with Mary, kisses were few and far between, cold little things. With Ed, though, he feels caught in a storm — like lightning is just about to strike and just wet enough and with an amount of tongue he couldn’t have imagined enjoying before he met Ed.
...Maybe not that much like a storm, then, but his point still stands. There’s the adrenaline rush every single time.
Stede spares a glance down when they break apart for air.
“You’re already leaking,” Stede murmurs against Ed’s mouth. “You’re so lovely.”
Ed’s cock drips, straight off the tip and onto the floor and pillow below him.
“Look at you,” Stede says again. “Messy.”
Ed shivers at that.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
“No, no,” Stede says, “it’s wonderful. I can see you’re having a good time.”
Ed grins lopsided and stupid, like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.
“I am,” he confirms. “I’m having a very good time.”
“Is it really that fun?” Stede asks, soft and scandalized, a small break in character. “Just... Sitting there, like that?”
“It’s a lot,” Ed says, eyes half-lidded. “Feeling it in me, feeling you staring at me, not really able to move,” he breathes. “Dunno how to describe it.”
“It sounds like a lot,” Stede agrees, with a ‘hm’. He’s not sure this sort of thing would suit him very well — he already gets flustered when Ed stares at him too intensely during regular sex. Although, he supposes, that is part of the point.
Stede kisses him again, then once more, then one more for good luck.
“What do you want?” he asks Ed, face held in his hands and thumbs stroking Ed’s cheekbones.
“Touch me,” Ed asks almost instantly. “Please.”
“Touch you how?” Stede asks.
“Any way you want,” Ed practically groans. “I just — I need something.”
“Okay,” Stede soothes, “I’ve got you.”
There’s really no need for lubricant with how much Ed is leaking, but Stede grabs some anyway, a jasmine-scented oil he’s been saving for a special occasion — if this doesn’t count as a special occasion, he’s not sure what will.
He pours a small amount in his hand.
Ed’s hips jerk when Stede finally touches him, his palm pressed to the underside of his cock and his fingers wrapped around firmly. The first few strokes are mostly to spread the oil, make sure his cock is covered nicely, and then Stede kisses him again and squeezes up his cock with real intent.
“Oh, fuck,” Ed breathes. Some of the tension eases from his body, only to be replaced by a new tension as he tries to move his hips and can’t, not without pulling on the hook too much. He’s forced still by it, completely at Stede’s mercy.
He makes a noise like a whimper, and Stede swallows it greedily. Ed barely kisses back, opening his mouth for Stede to slide his lips against and breathing harder.
“Do you want to cum?” Stede asks. Personally, he prefers not to waste time and get on with it, while Ed has occasionally shown his favor for teasing and putting it off, so he’s never sure. Especially in situations like this.
“Not yet,” Ed whines.
Stede gives him another ten seconds or so of stroking before he pulls his hand away completely.
“Fuck.”
“I know,” Stede soothes, as though this isn’t exactly what Ed wanted.
Stede wipes his hand off on a towel he’s kept nearby and pets his hands down Ed’s sides.
“How are we feeling?”
Ed’s still panting from being brought close but not close enough.
“Give me a minute,” he huffs, eyes squeezed shut.
Stede’s hands travel up his waist, his ribs, up his neck to hold Ed’s face again. He doesn’t block off Ed’s panting breaths with a kiss to his mouth, but one on his burning cheek should suffice.
“Fuckin’ love you,” Ed breathes.
“Love you too,” Stede hums against his ear. “You look amazing.”
Ed hums like a ‘thank you’ and nuzzles his face to Stede’s as much as he can in his position. Stede nuzzles back with little kisses to his cheek, his temple, his forehead — everywhere that lets Ed keep gasping for air as he calms down.
Stede runs a hand down Ed’s chest and stomach, just to admire him, and Ed arches into it beautifully, lifting himself on his knees to avoid tugging the hook too much and pressing Stede’s hand harder against his skin.
Stede runs his hand back up instead of touching his cock again, and the disappointed noise Ed makes is only made up for by the catch in his breath when Stede’s fingers trail over his neck. His thumb brushes under Ed’s jaw, palm briefly pressed to his throat, and then gone again to hold the side of his head as he kisses him.
Ed whines.
Stede slides down to his cock again, still slick with oil and slicker from the precum dripping from the tip.
Ed jerks like he’s been shocked when Stede wraps his hand around him again.
“Yes,” he moans, “Stede.”
Stede picks up the pace, jerking Ed off as fast as the oil will allow, and Ed makes the loudest ah Stede thinks he’s ever heard from him.
“Love you,” Ed moans, “love you, please —”
This time, Stede doesn’t ask if he should stop: he simply removes his hand.
Ed’s hips try to fuck up into a hand that isn’t there, and moans when the hook presses too right inside of him.
Ed groans long and low.
“How are you feeling?” Stede asks for the second time, softer than the last.
Ed can’t even make words happen — he hums mhm with his eyes shut and his face angled toward Stede.
“Good?” Stede asks, just to be sure.
“Kiss me,” Ed moans.
Stede does; Ed kisses back desperately, gratefully, deliciously. He kisses like he’s on fire and Stede is the ocean, kisses like he wants to drown in them.
He kisses like he’s on his knees with no other way to move or express himself, and kissing Stede silly is the only thing he can do.
Stede wets his hand with oil again.
“Oh, fuck,” Ed groans, anticipatory.
This time, Stede doesn’t stop, his fist moving slowly but firmly over Ed’s cock. Moving with purpose.
Third time’s the charm.
Ed leans his body into Stede until Stede is all that’s keeping him upright. It puts him in a great position to be kissed, so Stede does, smacking little ahs and ohs off Ed’s lips.
“Please,” Ed begs again, “please, please.”
Stede kisses a moment of quiet onto his lips with a fond noise; he’s always a fan of hearing Ed, but he’s getting a bit loud.
“You can cum,” Stede whispers, still kissing him.
Ed moans something between oh, fuck and thank you, thank you, thank you as he rocks his hips, fucking himself on the hook with intent and trying to fuck up into Stede’s hand as he strokes.
Stede can tell when he’s about to cum once the noises get higher, and higher, until Ed’s just whining with every fuck of his hips.
He spills himself into Stede’s hand with a gasp and a sob, so overwhelmed that a tear slides off his cheek onto Stede’s shirt. He makes an absolute mess of Stede’s hand and the pillow below him, and Stede smiles against him the whole time.
Ed rests against Stede for a few long minutes, panting to catch his breath and pressing his face into the crook of Stede’s neck while Stede pets his hair with his cleaner hand.
“Okay,” Ed finally sighs, sounding sleepy and satisfied. “Undo me.”
Stede gives him one last kiss to his forehead and makes sure he’s stable on his knees again before he stands.
Stede wipes his hand on the towel and unties the scarf from Ed’s braid first. The hook goes loose as Ed’s head is finally freed — he stretches his neck from side to side and forward while Stede massages the back of his neck.
“Neck okay?” Stede asks, and Ed nods.
“Probably be sore for a bit,” Ed admits, and Stede smiles at him.
“I’d imagine so.”
Removing the hook is a little more delicate. Stede pulls the hilt slowly and carefully until the bulbed end catches at Ed’s rim, and then Stede is holding Ed with an arm across his chest to slip it the rest of the way out of him.
One more angled tug, and —
“Good, there we go,” Stede soothes against the grunt Ed makes when the bulb bumps through and slips the rest of the way out.
“Feels bigger coming out than it did going in,” Ed huffs.
Stede sets the toy aside and runs his hands over Ed’s bound arms.
“Arms too?”
Ed nods.
He didn’t tie a particularly complicated or secure knot for his arms, but it worked well enough for what they needed it to do, and it comes loose easily with a pull in the right place. There’s no marks on his arms, either, which is good.
Ed’s slow to bring his arms in front of him, stretching his shoulders forward again and regaining some feeling in his fingertips he hadn’t noticed missing.
“Feeling alright?” Stede asks.
“Feeling great,” Ed says, sounding drunk on it all. “God, Stede, you were — fantastic.”
He turns to kiss Stede again, this time with his hands on Stede’s hips and creeping up toward his waist.
“That was so good,” Ed says, low and intimate against Stede’s mouth. Stede shudders.
“Good,” he breathes back. “I’m glad it was good.”