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The package is addressed to Stede. It’s not like he isn’t known to shop, well, recklessly - sometimes Ed claims he does it in his sleep - but he thinks he’d have remembered buying something so large. The box is a little bit bigger than a mailbox, and it’s heavy.
He should have known, with Ed trying to lurk so casually as he opened it, the nature of what it would be.
“A… Sybian?” Stede says. It is definitely something sexual, but he’s not sure what it is.
Ed shrugs. “Yeah. Thought it would be fun.”
“And it is…”
“A vibrator.”
“Edward, I don’t think even you can fit something this large inside of you.”
Ed huffs out a laugh. “Not that kind of vibrator.”
Stede rolls his eyes and Ed laughs again.
“It’s like a seat,” Ed says. “Like I sit on it and it vibrates and… yeah.”
“Ah,” Stede said. “I see.”
“So if you want to, I mean. If you want. It was expensive. We can return it.”
“No… No. Let me think, darling.”
Ed crosses his arms and tries not to let his impatience show.
“Hmm…” Stede says. “I can control it?”
Ed nods eagerly.
“And you’d sit there, so pretty, until I told you to stop?”
Ed nods so fast it makes Stede’s own head swim.
“Are you ready now, love?”
Ed’s eyes spark and he nods once more.
“The bedroom, then,” Stede says. “Go get yourself ready, I’ll just wash this and be along shortly.”
Stede tries not to rush, but he’s already getting hard. He does a quick search on his phone while everything dries, learning what he can about Sybians. He brings the machine into the bedroom. Ed is naked on the bed, eyes wide and full of lust.
They get the Sybian plugged in and situated close to the head of the bed.
“Sit,” he tells Ed. Ed gets on his knees and lowers himself down onto the machine and waits. Stede undresses himself, taking his time even though he is rather desperate to get this show on the road (as it were).
“I am going to touch myself while I watch you,” Stede says. “You’re not allowed to stop until I come, understand? You can come, but you can’t touch yourself.”
He turns on the vibration and immediately Ed’s head drops backward. Stede goes ahead and turns it up a bit. He knows what his husband can take.
He sits back, remote in one hand, his cock in the other. He grips himself lazily, watching Ed roll his hips against the machine. Ed gets himself together and looks at Stede, hungry, as he strokes. He’s going as slow as he possibly can to prolong this, but Ed’s stomach is heaving in and out and sometimes he reaches behind himself to grip into the headboard to change the angle and god, he is just so beautiful .
“More…” Ed whispers.
“What was that?”
“More. Please.”
“Mhm. Good boy.”
Stede turns the vibration all the way up and Ed gasps sharply, jerking upward. Stede reaches forward and puts his hands on the tops of Ed’s thighs and pushes him back down onto the machine. Ed bites his lip and shakes. He is going to come hands free, and Stede cannot wait to watch him do it.
Ed’s first orgasm is fairly typical, maybe a little more intense than usual since it’s a new kind of stimulation. He moans when he’s done, but doesn’t try to push himself up off the machine. Stede settles back and starts stroking himself once more.
Ed licks his lips and starts to roll his hips again, eyes flicking between Stede’s cock and his face. Stede is basically just squeezing himself, enjoying the view, how Ed’s chest is heaving, how he doesn’t quite seem to know what to do with his hands.
Ed’s second orgasm tears a sound out of him that Stede has never heard before.
Stede starts touching himself in earnest, still going slow, but unable to resist any longer. Ed’s cock has gone soft and his whole body is clenching. His third orgasm wrings out a “Fu–uuu-uuuuu—-uuuck!” and Stede speeds his hand up.
“Oh, fuck, god, Stede , fuck– I can’t– it’s– fuck–”
He knows Ed will simply stop if it’s actually getting to be too much, so he doesn’t let Ed’s words or the look of pained pleasure on his face sway him. Ed is sobbing now, actually sobbing, but still he keeps fucking himself along the saddle of the Sybian.
Ed’s moans get so high pitched and intense they stop entirely. It still looks like he’s screaming, mouth open, eyes clenched.
“Edward,” Stede says, stern and strained. “Look at me.”
Ed swallows and forces his eyes open. He’s spasming violently with another orgasm when Stede’s own rips through him, painting Ed’s chest and stomach.
He switches off the machine and takes Ed into his arms, kissing every part of his skin he can reach. Ed trembles for a long time, sniffling against Stede’s shoulder.
“How was that, love?” Stede says when Ed’s shaking is under control.
“Fuck you.” Ed draws back and kisses Stede. “You know how it was.”
Stede chuckles and lets Ed drift off a little before he kisses him awake and cleans them both off.
He quite likes the Sybian.