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"Yeah, that's it," Stede breathes, voice full of awe as Ed sinks down fully into his lap. "That's it, nice and deep."
"Fuck-" Ed chokes, a shudder tearing through him, and his hands scrabble for purchase on Stede's thighs.
It takes them both a moment to adjust- even though sliding into Ed feels like coming home by now (it always has, really), Stede is still completely awestruck every time. He still can't believe his luck.
Stede's back is resting against the headboard, so he can sit comfortably with Ed in his lap. Every time with Ed is an honour and a privilege, whatever way they decide to do it, but Stede likes it this way the best.
In this position, he can rake his nails down Ed's back just the way he likes, and see the muscles there rippling with each movement. He can reach around to gently tug on the rings through Ed's nipples, stroke through the hair on his chest, cradle the softness of Ed's belly in his hands. He can nibble at the junction of Ed's neck and shoulder, press gentle kisses to his nape, take his earlobe between his teeth. He can reach up to weave his fingers into Ed's hair, hear the gasp that falls from his lips when Stede tightens his grip at his scalp.
When Ed's head falls back, overwhelmed with pleasure, Stede can cup a hand around his neck and feel the groan Ed releases vibrate on his palm. When he hears the telltale hitches in Ed's breathing, Stede can reach between Ed's legs, and rub and caress and tease his orgasm from him, give Ed the friction he needs to coax him through his climax.
"God, you feel so good, my love," Stede says. He smooths his hands down Ed's back, sweeping slowly from his shoulder blades down to his hips, and Ed shivers, reaches back to hold Stede's hands in place at his waist.
"Stede-" It comes out more like a sob than anything else, Ed's hips stuttering as he tries to shuffle backwards. "Fuck, Stede, I need-"
"Alright, darling," Stede murmurs. "Hang on."
Stede shifts them so he's sitting a little more upright, and the change brings Stede's chest flush against Ed's back. Ed relaxes immediately, the tension leaving him with a sigh. A hand comes over to cradle the back of Stede's head while he's nosing at Ed's shoulder.
"There. That's better, isn't it?"
Ed's contented hum evolves into a long, quiet moan as Stede begins to move, gently rocking Ed in his lap. Ed can feel Stede's self-satisfied smile against his neck.
"Is that good, Ed?"
"Fuck-" Ed's writhing already, shifting his hips as he searches for the right angle. "You know it is, just- shit. Talk to me, Stede, I need to hear you."
Stede slides his arm from Ed's hip to around his waist, holding him closer as they find a familiar rhythm together. "What would you like me to say?"
"Anything, mate. Just... your voice-"
Stede hushes him gently, leaning in as close to Ed's ear as the position will allow.
"Normally I have no shortage of words to say, but none are good enough for you, my sweet." A kiss to Ed's shoulder, then another, and another. "No words in any language could even begin to do you justice. No sentence I could string together could accurately describe the depths of my love for you."
Stede's fingers dance across Ed's ribs, skating up his chest to brush over a nipple, toying with the piercing. Ed's chest is heaving under his hands, breath rushing out in short bursts.
"God, look at you," Stede whispers, reverent, more to himself than to Ed. "You're so perfect, always so good to me... you're simply heavenly, Edward."
A groan rips from Stede's chest as Ed begins to bounce, building the tension in his spine higher and higher with each movement.
"There should be shrines- ah, Ed- there should be entire movements dedicated to worshipping you. You are the most divine being I've ever had the pleasure to kneel before."
Ed seems to lose all control at that, his hips stuttering as an almost pained whimper escapes his lips.
"Mate, how the fuck do you come up with this stuff?" His laugh is strained, morphing into a shout as Stede circles his hips just so. "Ohhhhh fuck, yeah, there, right there-"
"That’s it, sweetheart." Stede slides his hand down Ed's body to press between his legs and Ed whines, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up into Stede’s fingers. "There we are. I've got you."
The words are slurred when they pass Stede's lips now, pleasure-drunk and unbidden, punctuated by the quickening slap of skin on skin as he bucks upwards to meet Ed's grinding.
"God, Ed, you're... you're the love of my life-" Stede's forehead falls to Ed's shoulder, and he gently bites down, grazing his teeth against the sensitive spot there, usually covered by the curtain of Ed's hair.
Ed chokes on a gasp, his pace becoming frantic. Stede can feel himself being dragged closer to the edge with every roll of Ed's hips.
"Stede-"
"You are the most beautiful man to ever exist."
"Fuck, Stede-" Ed pleads, and Stede rocks into him more surely, speeds up the circling of his fingers.
"You're the- god-" Stede chokes out, impossibly close to his peak. "You're the finest thing I could ever hope to touch."
Stede clutches Ed tight to his chest as he thrashes in his lap, his hips involuntarily chasing Stede's hand as his climax rips through him. The clenching and spasming of Ed's body pulls Stede head-first into oblivion behind him, hot breath ghosting over the back of Ed's neck as they come down from their highs together.
Once they've both come back to earth, there's a quiet moment where Ed peels himself away from Stede's chest to readjust, shifting in Stede's lap to sling an arm over his shoulder. This is usually the part where they talk, giggling and snuggling against each other under the covers, sharing sweet kisses and gentle caresses. Now, though, Ed suddenly seems hesitant.
"Did... was that alright?" Ed eventually asks. Stede only frowns in response, and Ed lets out a sigh.
"Well, I know it was alright. I know you, like..." Ed makes a crude gesture with his free hand, laughs when Stede's nose scrunches in a grimace. "But I know you normally like it like... face to face. We don't have to do it like this if it's not your favourite."
Stede's heart is threatening to burst from his chest by the time Ed finishes his thought. He cranes his neck slightly and Ed meets him halfway, touching their foreheads together as contented smiles creep onto their faces.
"Everything with you is my favourite," Stede murmurs. His lips brush Ed's nose with every word, and he decides to take full advantage and kiss the tip of it with an exaggerated smack of his lips.
It serves only to make Ed smile wider, and that makes it the best thing in the world.