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“‘Oh’, indeed,” Stede purred into Ed’s ear. Ed pulled back, a startled look in his eye.
“Did I say that out loud?” Was Ed blushing?
“Yes, I’m afraid you did,” Stede laughed. Ed rolled his eyes, to which Stede whispered conspiratorially, “I loved it.”
They were still pressed against the frame of Ed’s bedroom door. On impulse, Stede licked Ed’s ear and then sucked the lobe into his mouth. Ed groaned, deeper this time, and Stede felt the pressure of his erection against his belly as Ed arched forward with his hips. Pushing his torso against Ed’s warm, hard length, Stede sucked again. He slid his mouth downward from the man’s ear, flicking his tongue along the sinew of his neck. Ed tasted unbelievably good: warm and fresh, slightly salty with a faint hint of licorice. Goosebumps erupted on his skin under Stede’s tongue.
“Mmmmnnn”, Ed rumbled hungrily. He turned his head and dipped his chin, catching Stede’s still open mouth with a curl of his tongue. Stede’s eyes flashed open, meeting Ed’s for an instant before they slid shut as the kiss deepened. He instinctively fumbled at the buttons on Ed’s shirt. In answer, Ed’s hands quested along the complex cravat still bound at Stede’s neck. Stede leaned his head back in a movement that forced his hips even harder against Ed. He could feel his own cock straining desperately against Ed’s pelvic bone. He reflexively ground against him and gazed into Ed’s dark and serious eyes. Stede slowly and deliberately began to loosen the fabric around his neck. As Stede pulled the cravat away, Ed pounced on his freshly exposed throat, alongside his Adam’s apple, and sucked. Stede gasped sharply, and Ed stopped in concern.
“Is that okay?”
“Don’t. STOP.” Stede managed through gritted teeth. He was already lightheaded with arousal and could feel the pressure on his throat deepening. Ed traced a livid pattern with his tongue against the tender flesh, never breaking the suction. “GOD you turn me on,” Stede said without thinking, and then felt a flush bloom across his face.
Was that cheesy? he worried. Am I ruining this? We’re still fully clothed and I feel like I might come. His overthinking was cut off by a warm, firm squeeze to his agonized cock through the fabric of his tailored slacks.
“I can tell,” Ed murmured into Stede’s throat. “Keep talking. Tell me how I turn you on.”
Stede opened his eyes and pulled back. “I don’t know how to -- I’m no good at this. Never have been.” To his shock, Ed laughed out loud. A true belly laugh, strange in the moment but somehow reassuring. “You are fucking fascinating. First you flirt outrageously, and very effectively, without realizing you’re doing it, and then you do this to me just by saying ‘not for long’.” Ed grabbed Stede’s hand and thrust it onto his own dick. It felt like hot granite through the thin fabric. Stede’s cock twitched in response to the touch. “And you don’t think you know how to do this.” Ed flashed a knowing grin. “Trust me. You are amazing at it.”
Stede gaped for a moment. “I did that to you just by talking?”
Ed’s grin widened mischievously. “You do this to me just by existing. I can’t think of you without getting half hard. It’s become a real problem, actually.” He took Stede by the hand and led him into the bedroom.
“You’re limping,” Stede said. “Is everything okay?”
Ed shrugged. “Oh, that. Old knee injury. I wear a brace or a tensor bandage most days. I was in the shower when you got here,” Stede’s right eyebrow crept upward in interest, “and I was in too much of a hurry to open the door. Forgot to put it on.” They were face-to-face in the bedroom, fingers still interlaced. A small lamp on a nightstand was the only light in the room. You are amazing at this, he thought. Okay. “Well then,” he said sternly. “We’d better get you off your feet.”
Ed’s answering smile was languid. Vulpine. “Yes, sir,” he said. He sank back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his long legs spread wide.
“You’re beautiful”, breathed Stede. Ed sat up a little. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before,” he mused. “Hmm. I think you’re beautiful.” Stede’s smile was like sunlight.
“You’re going to want to take off those fancy coats before you do anything too ungentlemanly,” Ed teased. Stede shrugged off the frock coat and waistcoat, laying them over a chair. Ed turned on his side and caught Stede by the hand, pulling him down. Stede found himself somehow flat on his back with Ed sitting over him, unbuttoning his shirt. With each button he undid, he ran his calloused, sure fingertips along the skin he had exposed: first the collarbone, and then with the second button, the sternum. He bent his head and followed the path of his fingers with his lips - dry, barely touching the skin, kindling a fire in Stede’s chest. Ed’s beard tickled him tantalisingly, in a way that made him want to - not to laugh, but to scream. Stede closed his eyes and let his head fall back.
“You were about to tell me how I turn you on,” Ed’s mouth vibrated along the curve of Stede’s left breast and strayed up to the nipple. The barest touch. Stede hissed. Ed’s hands unfastened the button just at the base of his ribcage.
“Uh, when you came to the door -- ” Stede gasped as Ed dragged his lips lightly along his bottom rib. “Barefoot, with your hair still wet, your shirt buttoned wrong - that turned me on.” Another murmur against his skin. “Why did that turn you on?” Stede struggled to focus. “It felt like you wanted to see me more than you wanted to get dressed. It felt like you trusted me. Like you didn’t care that I saw your --” he stopped. So did Ed.
“That you saw my what?”
Stede opened his eyes and looked down. Ed hovered over his partially open shirt, face tilted up toward Stede’s own. “Uh, well. I could see your abdomen. Through the gap in your shirt. Your, ah, navel.”
Ed dipped his head and planted a small kiss on the soft flesh of Stede’s belly. “How did that turn you on?”
Stede looked away. “I don’t know, it just did, I …” Ed’s voice from moments before was in his ear. He told you you’re amazing at it. He looked back into Ed’s walnut-dark eyes. “I wanted to fall to my knees and lick your navel, through the gap in your shirt. Just thinking about it made me - it made me hard.” Ed’s eyes rolled back slightly. “Nggggh,” he groaned. “Yeah. The idea of you doing that definitely gets me hard.”
Emboldened, Stede sat up a little. “Those little noises you make when I say something you like,” he said softly. “Or when I -- when I touch you.”
Ed chuckled warmly. “I can’t help those.”
Stede sat further up and drew his mouth close to Ed’s own, a whisper away. “I know,” he breathed. “That’s why it turns me on.”
“HGGNH,” Ed growled, and Stede kissed him ravenously. He rolled on top of Ed, pinning him down. He took Ed’s lower lip in his mouth, sucking hard, and slid his right hand up to Ed’s now-crumpled shirt. “It turned me on when you were undressing me just now,” Stede mumbled into Ed’s mouth. He fumbled with the buttons again, gave up, and slid down to Ed’s belly. Stede flicked his tongue into Ed’s navel, his own chest now pressing into Ed’s pelvis, and felt the man’s cock straining up against his sternum. He pulled up, intent on undoing Ed’s slacks, but Ed sat up and took him by the shoulders.
“Then let me undress you properly.” Ed slung his right leg around Stede and moved behind him, stretching his left leg out on Stede’s other side. His erection pressed against Stede's lower back as he rocked his hips forward. The guttural sounds resonating from Ed’s chest reverberated through Stede’s ribs. Ed brought his chin over Stede’s right shoulder and folded his arms around him. His hands slid maddeningly down Stede’s exposed torso to the last two buttons. His fingers deftly undid them, and he slid the shirt off Stede’s right shoulder. Stede felt Ed’s left hand against his throat, pushing his head upward, and Ed sank a deep half bite, half kiss into his shoulder.
“Do you like it when I undress you like this?” Ed asked in a thrum against his skin.
“Yes… yes.”
Ed’s right hand strayed lower, to the band of Stede’s slacks. Fingers pushed into the waistband and stroked down along the excruciating sensitivity of his pelvis where it met his inner thigh. “Like this?”
“Ahh. Yes.”
Ed’s hands vanished for an instant as he moved around Stede. Stede felt his knees being tugged forward, his feet slung over the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes. Ed crouched between his legs, his long thick hair flung to the side. He tilted his head and smiled, a small devious grin, as he unbuttoned Stede’s slacks. “What about this?”
Stede’s confidence evaporated. “I think so. I don’t - I’ve never done this before. Maybe we should turn off the light?” What if he was a disappointment? What if Ed didn’t -
“I’d rather not. You’re quite gorgeous,” Ed said. Stede looked down again. Ed had somehow gotten his slacks open and hitched down while Stede was lost in his insecurity. He looked now at his own aching dick, thick and pale, rosy in the dim lamp light, the darker pink head glistening wet. He looked up again at Ed, whose eyes were trained on him in a mix of lust and wonder. Ed’s hands were planted on Stede’s thighs. He looked down meaningfully, once, and the glance alone caused Stede’s cock to jump in painful anticipation. Ed looked back up, a question. Words had fled. Stede nodded sharply, once. Ed pulled Stede’s slacks completely off and tossed them aside.
Stede watched transfixed as Ed, still holding his gaze, brought his right hand to the base of his erection. Ed gripped him firmly and lowered his tongue to the tip, never breaking eye contact. Stede threw back his head and gasped. The sensation was almost more than he could bear. And then Ed’s mouth was around him, fluid and warm and close, moving in time with his hand. Stede was transported, levitating, lost in the rhythm of Ed’s agile mouth and strong hand until --
“Ed, Ed,” he breathed urgently. “I’m going to -- you don’t have to -- I’m going to -- ahhhhh ED,” he groaned as Ed’s only response was to grip him harder and bring Stede’s entire length into his mouth. Orgasm ripped through Stede. Ed held fast to Stede’s right thigh with his left hand, anchoring him as he thrust involuntarily. Ed’s right hand continued to stroke Stede’s cock near the base, matching every spasm.
Stede floated for a moment longer in a timeless ecstatic haze. As his thoughts gradually returned, he looked down at Ed. The other man rose slowly and lifted the pillow Stede only now realized he’d been using to cushion his knee. Ed crawled up onto the bed until he was on all fours over Stede. He lowered his head to Stede’s collarbone and kissed it firmly. Ed’s lips traced up to Stede’s jaw. “Was - was that okay?” Stede asked.
Ed moved his mouth up Stede’s neck until his beard tickled his ear. “I thought I was going to come when you did,” he growled. “It was more than fucking okay.”
“I – I want to suck your dick,” Stede said urgently. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Next time,” Ed rasped. His voice was ragged. “Right now I don’t want you doing anything that will prevent you from talking.”
“Oh. I see. In that case,” Stede said, trying out a low, commanding tone, “take off your clothes.” Ed leaned back. The corner of his mouth twitched up as he stood. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, balled it up, and threw it against the wall. He smiled a little at the frank admiration in Stede’s gaze. Ed unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, allowing his own cock to spring free. He kicked away his pants and stood stark naked. His chest, belly and thighs were covered in greying curls that thickened around his gloriously hard dick. Ed wrapped his right hand around his length, almost absently, a smile still playing across his lips. He slid his hand up and pulled back his straining foreskin completely, to fully reveal the dark purple head.
“You really are beautiful,” Stede breathed. “Come here.” Ed knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning in toward Stede. Stede sat up and kissed him, deep. The taste of himself lingered on Ed’s tongue. Stede pulled Ed down to sit before him. Their legs were interlaced, knees bent, Stede’s spent cock resting against Ed’s warm thigh. Ed’s erection just touched Stede’s belly. Their heads bent together. Ed took Stede’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. The skin was like satin. It felt incredible. Slowly he began to stroke Ed, the way he would do to himself. “Talk to me,” Ed said in a desperate sigh.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment we met,” Stede said in a low voice. Ed twitched in his hand. “You ran your hand over your body, right when I first saw you. It was incredibly hot.”
“I - I had play dough - on my hand,” Ed managed. “Not -- not hot.”
“I assure you it was.” Stede leaned forward and flicked his tongue along Ed’s open, gasping mouth. “That night I imagined you doing the same thing naked.”
Ed moaned. “Tell me - what you - were doing. When you -- thought that.”
“I was touching myself. Like I’m touching you now.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe how good it feels.
Ed’s breathing was shallow, frantic. “Yeh -- yesterday,” he panted. Stede’s fist continued its rhythmic pumping. He shifted his weight and brought his other hand to cup Ed’s slick tip. Ed gasped. “You -- you said -- ‘make people feel underdressed and then’ --”
“Suddenly you’re the one in charge,” Stede finished in that commanding tone. Somehow, impossibly, Ed’s cock was even harder, hotter, in his hand. Stede knew he was close.
“Tell me what you were -- AH -- thinking.” Ed’s voice was frenzied.
Stede pressed his mouth to Ed’s lower lip. “I wanted to fuck you,” he growled, and slid his tongue into Ed’s mouth as Ed began to thrust up, hard, into Stede’s hands. Semen filled Stede’s palm in hot spurts.
“YES. FUCK. FUUUUUCK,” Ed yelled, throwing back his head. “Fuck ME. CHRIST.”
As Ed’s orgasm ebbed, Stede looked around. “I’m afraid we’ve made a mess of your sheets,” he said.
Ed belly laughed. I love that belly, Stede thought randomly. Hmmm. Ed slid off the bed and padded into the bathroom. A hand towel flew through the bathroom door and landed next to Stede. The water ran for a moment, and then Ed was framed, utterly and unabashedly naked, in the bathroom door. “Maybe next time we’ll make a mess of your sheets. Just to even the score.”
Stede was looking down at his hands, wiping them with the towel. “I’m .. I’m terribly glad you said ‘next time’,” he said, suddenly self-conscious. “I wasn’t sure --”
“Hey, hey,” Ed hurried, climbing onto the bed behind Stede. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled the duvet up to envelope them both. “Listen. I know we only met - Christ, not even a week ago. But I’m pushing 50. I’ve seen a lot of the world, I’ve had a lot of relationships, and I’ve been through a lot of shit. I reckon I’m at a point in my life where I know what I want. And I’m not shy about saying it.” He paused to press a kiss into Stede’s shoulder. Stede leaned back into him and felt Ed’s arms, strong and warm, pulling him closer. “I get that this is all pretty new to you. Like, all of it, not just the me part. So if you want to take it slow and keep it casual, I’m totally okay with that.” Stede started to protest, but Ed went on. “No, really. We don’t have to rush things. I’m not asking you to make a commitment to a man you met five days ago! But just so we’re very fucking clear, I know exactly what I want. I want you. And I don’t think that’s going to change.”
Stede shifted, craning his neck to look at Ed. “This is new, yes. But as I said before, we click. Like nothing I’ve ever felt.” He kissed Ed softly and turned his head away again, nestling back into the embrace. “And for the record, I’m just as old as you are, and I’ve seen some shit of my own.” Ed chuckled.
“Now,” Stede went on. “Let’s make you a costume.”