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“So, how does this prosthetic rate against the others? Was it good for you?”
Stede hasn’t even bothered to take off the harness before cuddling up to Ed, letting his head roll onto his shoulder, peppering gentle kisses to his temple. “Mm, it was great. Best yet,” Ed murmurs, nuzzling at the sensitive skin of his neck.
That’s not the answer that Stede wants to hear. “You say that every time, darling. I can’t possibly find the perfect one for you if you don’t give me honest feedback.”
There’s something in the use of the word “perfect” that pops up a red flag in the back of Ed’s mind, even through the foggy haze of post-orgasmic bliss. “What do you mean? They’re all perfect, when you're fucking me.”
“Don’t be silly, Edward,” it’s amazing that the word fucking can still put a blush on Stede’s face, raise his voice another octave despite the very thorough examination of Ed’s prostate mere moments before, “With my…inadequecy, I can at least commission something to your exact preferences to ensure you’re satisfied.”
Stede can’t help but flinch a little as Ed jolts up with an intensity that is shocking given his previous leisure - it’s almost comical, then, to see the remnants of his own spend sliding down on his chest. “Oh dear, let me-”
“No.” Ed’s got his wrists in his hands, firm but not hard. If Stede really wanted to leave, then he could, but he doesn’t, not when Ed is looking at him in such a way that makes him ache. “You think you don’t satisfy me? That’s what all this is about?” His eyes trail down his body, landing on the harness still firmly fitted to his hips. “But what about your satisfaction?”
“I am very satisfied!” Stede proclaims, in a way he feels is very confident, but it only serves to deepen Ed’s frown. “I know you’ve only had experiences with other men like yourself. I didn’t want to make you…that is to say, I know my body isn’t ideal…”
He doesn’t need to finish that though. Ed’s already dropped his wrists in favor of cupping his cheeks, bringing their foreheads together, breathing each other’s air. “Stede, your body is perfect. There’s not one inch of it that I don’t want to adore, preferably with my mouth.” As if to emphasize this, he presses the softest of kisses to his lips, his hands shifting down to the harness. “All this time, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable…and you were just denying yourself because you thought I wouldn’t want to touch you there? That I wouldn’t want to suck your cock like you’ve done to mine?”
"Well that's just the thing isn't it," Stede says, a little weakly, "I don't have a cock to suck."
"You know what I mean," Ed rolls his eyes, slowly fingering the straps. "If you really don't want me to then I won't. But I really want to put my mouth on you and make you cum so hard you see stars."
Never had Stede thought that he could inspire this level of desire, much less in someone as beautiful as Ed - just being allowed to kiss and touch as he pleased felt like more than he could ever hope for, and the last thing he wants is to jeopardize that by insisting on his own satisfaction. His brain is screaming at him to be safe, to end it here, and get up to clean them both off. His body, however, has its own ideas, drunk on the sight of Ed between his legs, his own need throbbing in a desperation like he's never felt before. "Okay."
And just like that, Ed's undoing the leather straps, pulling the full harness off and flinging it over his shoulder with a touch more drama than is absolutely necessary. Stede's legs fall apart, showing off how absolutely drenched he is, the downy blond pubic hair stuck to his skin with his slick. It's even dripped down a bit on his inner thighs and Ed falls right on his face, without a single care about smearing his own release all over the sheets, his focus now drawn to the singular goal of licking Stede clean. He starts at the inner thigh, licking and nibbling at the skin, those first few tastes of Stede’s wetness feeling like the first sips of the finest brandy money can buy, and Ed’s already drunk on it by the time he starts to drag his tongue upwards. Tenderly, far gentler than he’s handled anything else in his life, Ed’s parting Stede’s lips to finally reach the enlarged, achingly hard pink nub of his dick.
"Yeah, that's it," Ed murmurs into his wetness as Stede screams, hands flying to entangle in his hair. It feels good, too good, far better even than his own furtive touches sequestered away in the bathroom under the pretenses of cleansing himself. For the briefest of moments, he forgets why he had ever denied himself this as he chases his pleasure and fucks into Ed’s mouth.
“Oh-oh God …Ed!” It only takes a few more swirls of his tongue and Stede’s climax comes shuddering over him, Ed continuing his ministrations to milk out maximum pleasure for each aftershock until he’s practically in tears from how sensitive he feels.
It’s only now, in the haze of his bliss, that he realizes Ed’s been grinding his own oversensitive cock into the bed, the head slightly swollen and twitching in a vain attempt at hardening again.
He also realizes that he must’ve been choking Ed with the way his legs have wrapped around him in such an instinctual way that he’s only noticing as they tangle. “Oh no, are you okay my love? I’m sor–”
He kisses the apology off of Stede's lips, letting him taste himself on his tongue. "How dare you," Ed says, without any heat or anger behind it, his lips turned up into a smirk, "how dare you deny me that delicious fucking feast. For shame, Stede Bonnet."
Stede is looking up at him, bright hazel eyes glistening in the candlelight, his voice now hushed as he asks, “You really enjoyed that? Pleasuring me…despite my…anatomy?”
“Enjoy is too mild a term to describe how I feel about sucking you dry, darling.” Ed’s pulling him to his chest, kissing the top of his head, and Stede buries his face into the crook of his neck. “Every part of you drives me wild. And I want to have you in any way that you’ll let me. Please let me, you stubborn nut.”
Stede giggles and for once doesn’t feel self-conscious about it, because Ed giggles with him, and it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced, this wave of love crashing over him. “I love you so much,” he says, because it’s too much to hold, it’s spilling out of him. It’s so much that he doesn’t even take note of the cum now staining their sheets or the wet spot from his own arousal he’s now laying in.
Everything is tertiary to this moment, to Ed’s warm brown eyes and red kiss swollen lips poking out from his beard as he says in reply, “I love you too, every goddamn inch of you.” He pauses before smirking once again, and continues, “So you better start thinking of what you’d like us to try, because I’m already dreaming of the next time I get to hear you scream like that.”
Despite his mouth being completely dry, Stede’s able to manage a small, “I….I think I’d like that,” in response, his heart pounding in his chest as Ed’s smirk fades to a real smile. A smile in which Stede can read Ed’s understanding of the importance of this, the trust that it implies.
And maybe in the present moment, the feelings of inadequacy that have plagued Stede his entire life shrinks just a tiny bit smaller.