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Losing one sense heightens the others almost immediately.
Losing two senses heightens everything in him immediately.
The instant Ed had tugged the blindfold across his eyes, the darkness swallowing Stede up whole, he’d relaxed right into the feeling at once. When Ed reached up and bound his wrists together, joining them behind his head and hooking his interlocked wrists around the bedpost just behind him.
Without the use of sight and touch, Stede just sinks right into the pleasurable in-between space, the nebulous fuzz of emotions and sensations that absorbs him without hesitation.
“How’s that?” Ed asks above him.
“It’s good,” Stede answers, the words slipping unbidden from his mouth like they’re flowing, velvet-soft and small.
There’s a brief shifting of the air in the instant before Ed’s fingertips touch Stede’s cheek. He gentles along until his palm is cradling his face, thumb sweeping along the line of his jaw. Stede can feel his warmth bleeding through his skin and the blindfold to absorb into his own flesh.
“Promise?” Ed asks.
“I promise,” Stede tells him.
Ed’s hand drags down, then, from Stede’s face to the soft space beneath his chin and his jaw before he starts gliding further down. His scorching palm scours down the column of Stede’s throat to the dip beneath, down over the plush fills of his chest, coasting over flushed-hot flesh and igniting every nerve along the way. When he makes his way down to Stede’s waist, then his hips, taking him in both hands and gripping in hard enough to bruise, he can’t help the upwards-arching of his back in response.
“Down, boy,” Ed says, voice rumbling-low and somewhere near his cunt.
Stede shivers, feeling his flesh prickle up all over in goosebumps.
“I’ve got you,” Ed tells him. The bed beneath them shifts; he leans up, his hand planting down on Stede’s other side to dip their weight a bit just as he kisses beneath his left pec. His mouth spreads hot across his breast when he tells him, wet and warm, “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
A half-hysterical laugh jolts out of Stede in response to that. “I wouldn’t say I’m worried—”
“Well,” Ed cuts him off. “If you can still think at all, I’m not doing so hot, am I?”
“Wh—”
Stede’s question disappears in a choked noise, plummeting back into the desire-tugging pit of his stomach when Ed’s hands drag down to grip either thigh in his hands. Pure want rockets up Stede’s spine; Ed separates his thighs, pushing his legs apart to fit himself between them, and Stede moans, unwilling to keep it back.
He also moves instinctively, trying to pull his arms down, tugging at his own hands without even realizing. Though his body wants to reach down, his fingers itching to twist up in Ed’s hair, he’s trapped and confined and he can’t fucking move.
Instinctively, he lifts his head, but he can’t see, either. Hands bound, vision cut off, he’s nothing more or less than— here, at Ed’s mercy, beneath him, unwilling to do anything but be with him.
The jolt of realization and the pressure against his wrists and the darkness over his eyes swell to consume Stede whole in the same moment that Ed ducks down. Stede can feel him move.
“I got you,” Ed repeats. “You just keep looking pretty.”
A new rush of heat flashes through Stede, and he insists, “Ed.”
Ed stretches up. His fingertips coast along Stede’s lips.
“Just like that,” Ed says. “So pretty.”
Stede doesn’t have the benefits of sight or touch when Ed’s lips find the inside of his left thigh and bite into his flesh. He exhales in a punch, breath gusting out and blood racing and heart practically erupting in his chest.
In the next beat, words start spilling out of his mouth. He has no control over stopping them; without his eyes, or his hands, or much movement at all, most of what he has left is just feeling and talking and so he just— verbalizes, unable to stop the waterfall-pour.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” he tells him, all rushed and wanting and overwhelmed and overjoyed. “God, Ed, the way you feel—”
“You like that?” Ed asks into his skin.
“Y-Yes,” Stede stutters out instantly. Ed’s teeth graze his skin again, just over the red-swollen sensitive mark he’s just left behind with his bite-and-suck. Writhing in bed, failing to fight down the whine in his voice, Stede begs, “F— Ed—”
There’s a half-amused rumble of a laugh against his thigh, then, before Ed’s beard scratches up over his skin, gliding coarse and rubbing up his flesh as he drags closer to his cunt again. Stede can just feel the tips of his hair brushing his skin when he tilts his head down. In his mind’s eye, he can practically see him, head bowed between his thighs and hair drifting to cascade over one of Stede’s legs and hands cleverly searching between to spread him further, further, further until his breath is ghosting hot over Stede’s core.
His own hands curl up into themselves, nails biting crescents into his palms. Before Ed, he never felt anything close to this; after Ed, it’s all he wants to feel, sometimes, lost in him, giving himself to him, drowning in him.
“Maybe we should do this more often,” Ed suggests in the second before he kisses Stede’s cunt, lips meeting lips, and Stede jerks into him. The hot clutch of Ed’s hands returns, then, pushing him back down to the bed. “Stay.”
“Sorry—”
Ed lifts his head, again. Stede could cry. “Don’t apologize. I just want to make you feel good.”
That same laugh comes again, even more hysterical this time, practically fracturing Stede in half when it tears up and out of him.
“I have to tell you,” Stede says, voice high and strained even to his own ears, close to shattering into pieces, “I think you’re doing a wonderful job making m— me— Fuck, Ed—”
“Clearly not a good enough job,” Ed says, the wet heat of his mouth meeting the soaked-desperate entrance of Stede’s cunt. “If you’re still talking so nice.”
His tongue drags up, and Stede fights his restraints again, relishing in the bite against his wrists as he does. Throwing his head back, feeling the sweat roll down his temples to soak into his hair, he makes a broken whining sound before begging, “Ed, please—”
“That’s more like it.” Ed’s inside him, then, his tongue slipping into his core and his nose grazing over his clit and his fingers gliding up to assist and Stede just collapses into him, more than happy to sink into the wonderful feelings he’s giving him, lost in the senseless sensations.