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Edward and Stede both knew that when they started seeing each other, they’d have to get the seal of approval from Stede’s friends.
They were more like a family, really; taking Ed to meet Lucius felt similar to when Stede met Ed’s mother, the only difference being that Anne was far more relaxed about the whole affair. Ed had taken it in his stride and charmed the pants off the lot of them, as Stede knew he would, and after only a couple of months, it was difficult to remember what life was like before Ed was in it. After three years, Stede hopes he never needs to.
He certainly doesn’t recall there being this many parties, though.
Ed and Stede both love a do (mainly for the chance to dress up in nice clothes and dance like a tit, like they needed any excuse to do that). Lucius, though, seems to have a new thing to celebrate every other week, and as entertaining a host as the boy is, they do start to get a little repetitive.
This is why they’d decided to make this one a little more exciting.
They’ve only ever played with the plug at home before now. It was never really meant to be a serious purchase in the first place; the pair just love exploring and experimenting with each other in every possible way, and moving sex to outside of the bedroom in a new way (as opposed to, say, fucking over the kitchen counter or grinding on the couch) was initially just another adventure. Neither of them could have predicted just how into it they would be.
It was nothing short of tantalising, watching each other’s knees buckle at a sudden spike in intensity, or hearing a whine from across the house. The thought of using it somewhere so public, where anyone could decipher what they were up to, was far too tempting to dismiss.
On this occasion, they decided Stede would wear the plug, and Ed would have control of the remote.
The plan wasn’t actually to climax in front of their friends, but to edge and be edged to oblivion to make party small talk slightly more bearable. Ed never lasts long enough with the plug to endure that; the relentless buzz of the toy and the intensity of handing control of his orgasm over to Stede always does him in within minutes.
Stede has no idea when Ed is going to turn the plug on, and the mere anticipation of it, along with the occasional press of the plug into his prostate, has him rock hard in his trousers. He’s suddenly very thankful he decided to wear a long jumper.
The gathering is small this time, just an intimate collection of Lucius and Pete’s friends coming together to celebrate Pete’s recent promotion. There are a handful of familiar faces in the crowd, and as soon as Ed and Stede part ways for the evening with a knowing, charged glance, Stede is being drawn into a conversation by someone he thinks he vaguely recognises.
He’s never actually met Derek before, but he recalls Lucius suggesting him as a possible suitor when Stede had started dating again. Stede had taken one look at the photo Lucius showed him and politely declined; there was nothing wrong with the man- in fact, he could even be considered handsome in the right light- but there was nothing right about him either. As far as Stede was concerned, he had wasted far too much time suppressing his attraction to men just to end up settling for one he wasn’t attracted to.
Stede had wondered whether he’d been a bit sharp at first, a little too hasty to judge based on appearances. But then he met Edward shortly after that, and Stede knew as soon as he laid eyes on him he would never want anyone else for as long as he lived.
As they start talking, Stede’s original decision is immediately vindicated; Derek is quite possibly the most dull man Stede has ever had the misfortune to meet.
Still, Stede is used to making pointless conversation with boring people, and he must be succeeding at acting like someone who doesn’t have a time bomb up his arse, because Derek seems to be eager to continue the conversation at every turn-
Ah. Ah, right.
Derek is eager, full stop.
Stede is admittedly fairly useless at spotting things like this, but when he thinks about it, Derek is laying it on so thick it’s impossible not to notice. Judging by the look on Ed’s face as he glances across the room at Stede, valiantly trying to keep up with whatever story Pete is telling him, Ed’s noticed it too.
As confusing as it is that this man is flirting with him when he saw Stede walk in with the finest man alive on his arm, it sparks an idea.
“Really?” Stede says, with no idea how Derek’s previous sentence had finished, careful to plaster as much interest to his face as possible. Enough for Ed to see. “That’s fascinating, do tell me more.”
*
Stede knew his plan had worked when the vibrations began when he was mid-sentence.
He may have underestimated just how well it would work, however, because judging by the pattern (or lack thereof) of vibrations, his darling Edward seems intent on killing him where he stands. More than once, Stede has had to swallow his words in favour of stifling a moan, or clutched at the table beside him for dear life in a desperate attempt to keep his knees from buckling.
Ed’s gaze seems to become more heated every time Stede looks over at him, and it only serves to make Stede sweat more; he can feel it, the electricity between them, the unspoken knowledge that they both want and want and want and they can’t do a thing to act on it.
It’s exhilarating. It’s thrilling.
It’s… well, Stede’s really quite close, actually.
After a particularly loud laugh at a joke that barely deserves a titter, Stede looks back towards Ed and finds him scowling, almost borderline angry. Frankly, Stede’s too preoccupied with holding off his orgasm to devote much brain space to deciphering Ed’s expressions in the way he usually can, but for a moment, Stede wonders whether he’s gone too far.
Maybe he’s laughed a little too loudly at one too many jokes. Maybe he looked a little too interested in whatever mind-numbingly dull tale he was being told. Maybe Ed thought Stede was genuinely starting to warm to Derek. Maybe Ed is starting to feel a bit vulnerable about Stede’s faux enthusiasm towards this wet rag of a man.
Before he can ponder that too much, though, three things happen in quick succession.
1. Derek reaches for Stede’s arm to get his attention back on him.
2. Stede tries to pull away.
3. Derek doesn’t let him.
In the time it takes Stede to blink, Ed is moving, and the steady buzz of the plug and way Ed’s storming over and the clench of his jaw and just how fucking beautiful he looks makes what’s left of Stede’s brain turn to mush.
Ed forces his way in between Stede and Derek with a hand on each of their chests to create space for his body, and even that innocent movement, that solid, familiar press of Ed’s hand on him, makes Stede whimper desperately.
“Ed,” he pleads.
“Sorry, mate,” Ed says over his shoulder to Derek, in a tone that says he wouldn’t so much as bat an eye if the man dropped dead in front of him. “Just gotta have a quick word with my boyfriend, that alright?”
“Well, actually-”
“Knew you’d understand.”
Ed has the decency to turn down the vibrations before he makes Stede walk, but Stede’s on a razor’s edge after that, and it’s all he can do not to come in his pants when he feels Ed’s solid, guiding touch on the small of his back.
Ed leads them to the wine cellar, letting the door slam shut behind them before Ed’s backing Stede into the wall, his hands automatically resting at Stede’s hips. Stede barely has the chance to breathe before he attempts to stumble through an apology.
“I’m sor-”
“Did that hurt you?” Ed demands. His eyes are fiery as they search for any trace of distress on Stede’s face, a mixture of fierce protectiveness and hot desire burning in his gaze. “When he had your sleeve, did that hurt? Because I swear to god-”
“Ed?”
“I don’t care if he’s Pete’s friend, I’ll fucking kill him-”
“Sweetheart-”
“Who the fuck does he think he is, grabbing you like that? I know you can handle yourself, but what the fuck kind of-”
“If you don’t make me come in the next five minutes I am going to fucking die.”
Ed jolts like he’s been slapped, blinking rapidly as he processes the words.
“You- are you alright?”
“That was- shit, that was so hot, Ed, you swooping in like that-” Somewhere in the back of his mind, Stede knows he’s panting, mere seconds away from rutting against Ed’s leg like a dog, but he can’t gather the strength to care. The plug is still buzzing softly. “I’m so close, darling, I need-”
Ed shushes him gently, a wicked glint in his eye. “I know what you need.”
In a heartbeat, Ed is there, Ed is everywhere, hands roaming up Stede’s back under his jumper, hands running through his hair, licking into his mouth, pressing in close. It’s so much and it’s perfect and Stede has no hope of suppressing the moan that leaves him.
“God, Stede, you were driving me insane.” Ed gathers him close, one hand sliding up to squeeze the back of Stede’s neck, holding him fast while the other coaxes Stede’s hips into a slow grind against Ed’s thigh. “It was so fucking hot, seeing you all twitchy and squirmy because of me. Knowing you weren’t listening to a word that fucker was saying because I was making you feel so good.”
Stede chokes out a laugh, and it’s cut off abruptly as Ed pulls his head back, nibbling and sucking at his neck like a man starved.
“Who the fuck does he think he is, anyway?” Ed mutters against Stede’s skin. “Fuckin’ salivating over you like he’d ever have a chance to touch you.”
The vibrations increase in speed and Stede yelps at the sudden intensity, his hips stuttering. He’s got nowhere to go- pinned against the wall by Ed’s frame, his head fixed by Ed’s grip, frozen in place by the fire in Ed’s eyes, all Stede can do is stand there and let the sensation flood him. It’s fucking intoxicating.
“I know, love,” Ed murmurs, “look at you, so gorgeous for me.” Stede whines. “Oh, I know. I’ve got you.”
Stede’s grappling desperately at Ed’s back, almost past words as he clings to his boyfriend, grinding against his strong thigh without an ounce of shame.
“He couldn’t make you whine like this, could he?”
Stede chokes on a sob. His head sags, desperate to bury his face into Ed’s neck, but the hand in his hair holds him fast. “Ah-ah, no running away. That’s it.” Ed’s voice is low and steady; Stede would almost call it comforting if the same man wasn’t seemingly hell-bent on talking him out of his fucking mind. “Yeah, that’s it. It’s only me who gets to see this, isn’t it? No-one else could get you like this, huh? Almost make you beg to come in front of all your friends?”
“Fuck, yes- only you,” Stede babbles, “Christ, only you, only ever you.”
Suddenly, the muffled party buzz from before becomes clearer, and through the hubbub, Stede can pinpoint Derek’s voice, informing someone he’s “just going to get another bottle of wine.” The abrupt halt to his movements and the look in Ed’s eyes says he hears it too.
Footsteps approach.
An idea strikes.
“God, Ed,” Stede moans, far louder than he’s been all night, far louder than he has any right to be. “You’re so good, it’s so good, please don’t stop-”
The footsteps outside silence. A hand slaps across Stede’s mouth; Ed’s staring at him wide-eyed, and his desperate arousal might have been mistaken for panic by anyone other than Stede.
“Fucking hell, Stede,” Ed whispers, the slow grind of his own hips against Stede’s betraying his true feelings immediately. His hand is trembling against Stede’s lips. “They’re gonna hear us if you’re not careful.”
In a move far more steady than he feels, Stede takes Ed’s hand in his, and gently removes it from his own mouth.
“Let them.”
The switch is immediate.
With a growl, Ed starts rocking again with purpose, one arm winding around Stede’s waist to encourage Stede’s own movement, the other finding the remote and clicking the plug’s vibrations high again.
“This is what you wanted, yeah?” Ed’s voice is low and thick with arousal, his cheeks only slightly flushed beneath his beard. “You want me to make you come? So desperate for it you couldn’t even be good and wait, you just let me drag you down to the basement? Let me make you scream for me?” He clicks the remote again.
Stede yelps, clinging to Ed’s shoulders. His grip must be painful on Ed’s arms, and his face must be doing something weird as his body tries to cope with the overwhelming pleasure, but Stede can’t make himself look away, because Ed is staring into his very soul, and rocking against him so fucking filthily, and he’s got that self-satisfied smirk on his face that’s somehow still inexplicably fond, and he’s still fucking talking and Stede is drowning in it all.
“There we go,” Ed coos, the hand gently stroking back Stede’s hair a stark and delicious contrast to Stede’s own desperate pawing. “It won't take much more now, will it? Fuck, you’re so hot like this.” Ed removes the whisper of space between them, capturing Stede’s lips in a kiss far sweeter than their dirty grinding deserves. “Bit faster for me?”
Stede moves faster. He grinds down harder. The vibrations increase, rumbling at a pitch that would almost certainly be audible if Stede’s breathless, choked noises weren’t echoing off the cellar walls. There’s no rhythm to his movements now, all control replaced by greed as he frantically chases more friction. His muscles are burning. He’s probably drooling a bit. He definitely hasn’t taken a full breath in a while. He’s-
“That’s it. Oh, you’re gonna come so hard, aren't you?” Ed purrs. Stede makes an inhuman noise. “Go on, show me.”
The words have barely left Ed’s lips before Stede’s coming with a high-pitched yell into Ed’s neck, spurting hot and hard under his trousers. It seems to go on forever, his orgasm burning and shaking through him, and Ed holds him through it, strokes Stede’s hair and praises him endlessly as he shudders in Ed’s embrace.
Eventually, the vibrations cease, and Stede’s ears stop ringing, and Ed’s sweet words become clearer.
“That’s it, you’re so good, you did so well, so fucking hot, Stede, love you so much-”
Stede allows himself a moment to gulp in a breath before he spins them around, pushing Ed against the wall and dropping to his knees before him.
“Stede?”
“Wonderful, darling,” Stede says in a rush, his shaking hands tugging at Ed’s belt. He pauses for a second, glances upwards and indicates the bulge in Ed’s jeans. “May I?”
Ed’s head falls back with a groan. “Fucking hell, man, yes-”
“Excellent.”
He isn’t gentle with this part; as soon as there’s enough give, Stede unceremoniously yanks Ed’s jeans and boxers down his legs, and swallows Ed’s dick. Ed swears colourfully, his fingers automatically weaving into Stede’s hair as Stede starts bobbing.
After a few minutes, Stede pulls off with a satisfying pop.
“That was really wonderful, Ed,” he says breathlessly. He pauses in between words to give little kitten licks to Ed’s cock, planting messy kisses along the shaft like he needs it to breathe. “You always-” kiss “know just-” kiss “what I need.”
“Stede.”
“You’re so attentive, sweetheart. You’re always looking out for me.” Stede suckles on the head. “Always trying to make me feel good.” He slowly starts pumping, and Ed’s hips buck into Stede’s fist. “You always know just what to say to drive me wild-” He licks a long stripe from the base to the tip, and Ed whimpers. “You’re perfect for me, Edward.”
That earns him another choked noise, and before he knows it, Stede is being pulled off Ed’s dick. He resists the urge to whine and looks up, concerned.
Ed’s chest is heaving, his cheeks red and his eyes hazy, and he’s looking at Stede with a mixture of disbelief and unrestrained affection. He cups Stede’s face in one hand, while the other remains tangled in Stede’s hair.
“Mate,” Ed starts, his voice wrecked and croaky, “don’t get me wrong, that’s fucking lovely. But could we maybe do the talking part later, yeah?” Stede’s laughing before Ed’s even finished the sentence. “My cock is gonna fucking explode.”
“Understood,” Stede whispers, and holds Ed’s stare as he takes him right to the back of his throat.
*
It’s some time later when they’re both spent and panting, cuddled into each other on the cellar floor, that either of them speak again. Ed’s head rests on Stede’s chest, and Stede lazily runs his fingers through Ed’s hair.
“What are you thinking about?” Stede murmurs. Ed’s grumbled answer comes almost immediately.
“What kind of fuckin’ name is Derek?”
Stede bursts into laughter. “Oh, I love you.”
“Seriously, what mother would look at a cute fuckin’ baby and think ‘what name could possibly capture the beauty of this wonderful child, this miraculous creation I carried and nurtured with my body for nine months? I know: Derek’?”
“I love you.”
“He’s not fit to wipe the fuckin’ bird shit from your shoes.”
“I love- Edward, is there bird shit on my shoes?”
“Hypothetically,” Ed huffs, but he allows Stede to pull him up for a kiss anyway. Ed kisses him back, slow and deep and so full to the brim with affection it might stop Stede’s heart altogether.
“Finish the sentence,” Ed whispers when they part. Stede smiles.
“I love you.”
Ed hums happily. “Good.” He steals another peck, then settles back against Stede’s chest. “I’m glad you do, because Lucius sure as fuck won’t after this.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll get over it,” Stede says dismissively. “I’m sure he’s done worse things in this basement.” There’s a pause. “We should probably go straight home though-”
“Yeah-”
“You surely need to rest your knee after that-”
“And you need to change your trousers-”
“And get this plug out of me-”
“Exactly. We wouldn't be leaving because we’re scared of Lucius or anything.”
“Exactly. He’s practically still a teenager.”
“Yeah. And we're grown men who can handle the consequences of our actions.”
“Even if those actions included dry humping and sucking dick in his basement.”
“And wearing a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug to his boyfriend’s promotion party.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
There’s another pause, each of them turning to the other slowly, before they burst into fits of giddy giggles, falling into each other.
While they laugh and exchange kisses, and swear about how cold the concrete is and how achy their muscles are and how their joints are getting far too creaky for this shit, Lucius smirks knowingly into his glass of wine.