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Stede is panting. He's lying on his bed, piled high with all his favorite fabrics but it's not helping. He needs his alpha.
Ed's scent is still on his favorite robe and he's had it pressed to his face for the better part of the past 48 hours. He's burning up and every other scent, even his own, is nauseating to him. His instincts are pissed that he will not give into the heat and give it what they want.
The heat is early and Ed is late and Stede is desperate for relief. He knows because he's not given in for so long, that it will be absolutely miserable at this point if he handles it on his own. But he will not be controlled by his instincts. Even though he's sweating and his skin feels like it's crawling, he refuses to take off the outfit he has chosen for the day. He will wait as long as it takes.
His bottom lip starts to wobble as he knows that, no matter how strong willed he tries to be, he's not sure he can actually hold out much longer.
Ed bursts through the door.
The sob that has almost pushed it's way out of his throat turns into “Edward, you're so late.” but said in an exasperated tone that is too loud.
“I know, things got out of hand.”
“In me right now, I can't take this another second.”
“I know, lay down quick.”
Stede pushes his trousers down to his knees and lays down on his back on the bed. Ed has both of his legs up and holds them slightly to the side with one hand as he finishes unbuttoning his kit with the other hand. He's not fully hard but enough to push in on a solid, strong thrust. He pulls out all the way and slams back in several times as Stede hisses relieved breaths between his teeth.
“Sweetheart, you're sweating so much.” Ed reaches back and knocks Stede's shoes off his feet, then starts wiggling his pants off. It's a lot of moving parts while also trying to keep up his thrusts, and it doesn't go completely smoothly, but soon Stede's trousers and stockings are on the floor and his shirt is unbottoned and open.
Ed is thrusting as hard as he can and as soon as he has Stede as undressed as possible, he reaches for Stede's cock. He's rock hard and it only takes one stroke from Ed to have Stede coming. Ed puts his hand over the head to stop the spend from going everywhere. He rubs the head as Stede grunts and clenches the sheets so roughly his knuckles turn white. His eyes are closed tight.
They've been through a few heats and ruts together at this point, so Ed is familiar enough to know even in a regular heat, the first climax is not always the best for Stede, and this one almost seems downright unpleasant since it was so delayed.
He leans over and sucks Stede's scent gland. The floral scent tastes like the richest musk and his eyes roll back a bit as he mouths at it further. He pops off. “You're doing so well love. Such a good man, waiting for me. No one would make you feel this good. You know it here” Ed presses a finger to Stede's forehead, “and here”, he moves his hand to put it over Stede's heart, “and here” he moves the hand to cup Stede's ass and slides his thumb into his hole alongside his cock as he continues to thrust.
Stede's eyes fly open and Ed feels the warmth shoot over both their bellies.
To Ed's relief, Stede's eyes stay open and they focus on Ed. But there is only a little relaxation in them. Ed pushes himself up a bit. Stede's cock hasn't softened at all. He reaches for it, but Stede grabs his wrist.
“Please don't. It felt better when I came without being stroked.”
“Sure, love, whatever you need.”
Stede shudders and a pained look crosses his face as his skin pales. He quickly pushes his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throws it to the side, and pulls Ed into a deep, messy kiss. “Ed. I need you to fuck me hard. When you're going as hard as you think I can take “ he gives Ed the sternest look he has ever seen on Stede's face “go harder.”
He flips over to his hands and knees and looks back over his shoulder, impatient. “Now.”
Ed is stunned for a moment then jumps into action. He lines up, grabs Stede's waist and pulls him back onto himself. He doesn't move himself at all, just pulls Stede back and forth on his dick. He has no idea how long this will last, and his arms are stronger than his legs.
“Is this what you want, bossy?”
“Oh yes, yes” Stede breathes. Then louder, “More”
“You need more do you? I can give you more.” He starts thrusting a bit to really punctuate the statement. “You really needed this huh?”
“Yes, need you so much, oh. Need you to fuck me, fill me up. Now, alpha, don't you dare stop.”
Stede almost never calls him alpha. His instincts must really be in overdrive. Ed loves a challenge. He thrusts forward with strength. When Stede still demands more, he grabs his left arm, pulls it behind him, uses his other hand to hold his shoulder, to really pound into him. When Ed angles just right, he even gets a sharp squeal out of him.
When he doesn't get the angle right, Stede huffs at him. “Come on, harder!”
He laughs and Stede huffs at him louder. He loves this maniac so much he can't stand it. He grits his teeth and goes as fast and as hard as he can. He pictures fucking the bitchiness out of Stede and would giggle if he wasn't panting with the exertion. Flashes of Stede's bitchy face flash in his mind. Pretty much any time Izzy's around. When Ed is being purposely obtuse to annoy him. When the crew is singing raunchy sea shanties at the top of their lungs late at night when Stede is trying to sleep.
When someone has hurt Ed and Stede's about to destroy them.
Oh fuck. That's the finishing blow he wasn't even looking for. He slams into Stede three more times then stays buried in him up to the hilt as his knot begins to swell.
“No no no, not already. I needed more! Keep going, keep going!”
Stede's frantic. He reaches behind and grips Ed's hip bone hard, shakes him hard.
“Oof, ouch, “ Ed laughs while wincing. “Fuck Stede, I just drilled you nearly through the bed, what the hell else can I do?” He's grappling weakly at Stede, trying to get him to still because Ed just came and his dick is turning every move on it into a hundred zaps on all of Ed's nerve endings.
“I don't know, just do something, come on!” He puts both hands back on the bed and lunges forward hard, actually managing to pull off Ed's knot. Ed's so shocked that he's not prepared when Stede reverses before Ed's cock is even all the way back and slams back onto his knot. Ed howls in overstimulation like he's never felt before. Stede lets out a filthy moan and lunges forward to do it again.
“Oh no you fucking don't, “ Ed grits out then grabs his hips hard to keep him still.
“No Ed, no, I need more.” Ed catches him moving his leg to get leverage and knows Stede could overpower him if he does that.
Without even thinking, he raises his hand and brings it down hard on Stede's ass. All of Stede's breath exits his lungs in a loud, fast wheeze. The impact causes Stede's hole to squeeze tighter around Ed. A squeeze is better than Stede trying to impale himself on his knot over and over, but it still sends sparks all through Ed and he shouts at the ceiling. He gathers his senses quickly, knows he needs to keep an eye on Stede when he gets like this. There's not much that will stop him from fighting for what he wants when he is in heat and he's never been this desperate before.
Sure enough, his arms are shaking like they're going to give way, but he is still trying to sneak that leg back, get his toes wedged in the blankets to push himself forward.
Ed laughs loud and Stede freezes. “Are you still going to try it, you madman? No!” He lands another smack. “No! No! No!” Each no is followed by a smack, all on the same side.
Stede's arms are shaking uncontrollably now. In between wheezes he tries to speak. “I …. I ...”
“I, I, I, what Stede? You don't need to be talking.” He puts his good knee right next to Stede's and puts his lower leg on top of Stede's so it can't collapse, then reaches between Stede's shoulder blades and pushes his head and upper body into the bed. Stede goes with almost no force, his head turning to the side so Ed can see him through the curls that are sticks to his forehead and cheek.
“Just be a good omega and let me use you.” Ed growls. “The seed won't take if you're fussing!” The long groan that pours from Stede's mouth is filthy and when Ed smacks him again, it pitches up into the neediest whine he's ever heard the man make. His knot is still sensitive but it no longer feels uncomfortably over stimulating when Stede clenches. It feels good. It feels really fucking good.
As the thought occurs to him, Stede wiggles his ass. Well, OK then.
He lets the blows rain down indiscriminantly. He's going at it with both hands alternatively, several smacks on one side, a few on the other, goes back and forth one at a time for awhile. Stede's grunts turn into him chanting “Coming, coming, coming” until he's shrieking it, hands scrabbling at the bed, but Ed doesn't slow down. Eventually Stede's face relaxes, his expression completely blissed out, drool dribbling out of his open mouth.
Ed's palms are aching, he can't keep this up for much longer. For the big finale he uses both hands to smack as hard as he can at the same time, as close to his hole as possible. Stede clenches so hard that it sends Ed spiraling into another climax, which he didn't think possible. He can't thrust, his knot doesn't know what the hell's happening and has managed to swell slightly larger, locking them together even tighter. He collapses on Stede, rocking as hard as he can. The noises the bed makes would worry the rational side of his brain if it were online at all.
He's not sure how long his frenzy lasts, but when he can make sense of anything again, he is sprawled over Stede, absent mindedly petting his hair. He's no longer in Stede, in fact his knot is gone and he's spectacularly soft. He must've fallen asleep. He wonders how long it'll take to get the damn dick to work again after that.
He smiles as he realizes Stede is snoring. He lays there and listens to him for awhile, but his sweet, wonderful scent soon has him kissing all over the side of his face that he can reach. The snores stop, Stede's forehead wrinkles deepen a bit and he smacks his lips together. Then his eye opens into a squint.
“Hi.” Ed says then pecks his nose and the side of his mouth.
“Hi. I'm laying in so much spunk.”
“Ew.” Ed wrinkles his nose and laughs, then tries to look serious. “Now, Stede Bonnet, if I let you up, do you promise to behave?”
Stede closes his eyes and pushes his face further into the bed. “'m not getting up.” He mumbles. “You're going to fix the situation while I rest my fabulous booty.”