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Stede was too good to him in bed. Not that Ed was complaining. It was already heaven to be with the man he had fallen so hard for. The fact that Stede seemed to put his whole being into making Ed feel good day and night felt like an indulgence he didn’t deserve. But Stede relished it. He seemed to take immense pleasure in exploring new ways to take Ed apart with studious focus. It made it almost impossible for Ed to turn the tables and get Stede to take it easy. All Ed wanted to do was take care of Stede. Make him the center of attention for once. Maybe torment him a little.
So if he was going to manage that, he thought it might help if they had a few ground rules.
“I only get to touch you three times?”
They were sitting at the breakfast table having their tea and breakfast when Ed proposed it.
The idea had been brewing in Ed’s head for a few weeks now. This morning felt like as good a time as any to discuss it after having woken up to the warm heat of Stede’s lips wrapped around his cock and already on the edge of orgasm. Stede had asked Ed’s permission to do it weeks ago. But of course, he waited long enough that Ed had stopped anticipating it. So he was completely caught off guard to wake up to Stede blowing his fucking mind before he was even conscious. Typical Stede. Doting. Devious. Love of his life.
“Yup,” Ed says, “Say the word, and you get to touch me wherever you want, however you want, until I tell you to stop.”
“That sounds…” Stede hesitates, “Well it sounds quite difficult.”
“I have faith in you,” Ed says, “and the normal rules apply. Say our safe word and we can stop the game or stop altogether, yeah?”
“Right,” Stede says, “And you really want that? You don’t want me touching you?”
Ed sees through the calm tone straight to the insecurity his idea has bubbling up in this beautiful man’s head.
“I want you touching me all the time, love,” Ed says, “You’re just so goddamn good at it and you take such good care of me, sometimes I don’t get a chance to do the same for you. I just want this to be about you for once.”
Stede relaxes in his chair and smiles softly at him.
“Okay,” Stede says, “I think that sounds… nice.”
“Good, I intend for it to be very fucking nice,” Ed says, snaking a hand around Stede’s thigh and squeezing gently, “Do you want a preview? Or do you want to be surprised?”
“Surprised… I trust you,” Stede puts his hand on top of Ed’s, “Just… how do I ask for my three chances?”
“Just count ‘em out for me,” Ed says, he turns his palm upwards, and they lace their fingers together in tandem.
“One, two, three?” Stede asks uncertainly.
“Yup,” Ed says, squeezes his hand.
“And you’ll tell me when to stop?”
“Yes, exactly,” Ed smiles at him, lifts their joined hands and presses his lips to Stede’s knuckles.
Stede’s eyes soften as he watches. He smiles and asks, “Does kissing count as touching?”
Ed grins, brushes Stede’s knuckles against his lips, “You bet it does.”
Stede lets out a piteous sigh, “This is going to be very difficult indeed.”
Ed doesn’t have the same patience that Stede does. When he asks permission to do something, he wants it immediately. They’re doing this tonight unless Stede tells him otherwise. So he spends the whole day completely distracted while he makes a mental checklist of the things that might make Stede lose his mind the fastest if he isn’t allowed to touch.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) this has Ed remembering some very fond memories indeed. He gets very little done that day. The combination of his brain cycling through some of their greatest hits and Stede flitting around the ship in a gauzy white shirt almost drives him to madness with want. He does manage to get through the daylight and to the dinner table without ravishing the man. He even manages to watch Stede moan over every dish Roach had prepared without interrupting their meal with quite a lot of sex. Well. Mostly.
Only a few days out from port, their dinner is full of unusual luxuries – ripe fruit, uncured meat, fresh cream to make chocolate mousse.
“Oh my god,” Ed moans around his last mouthful, “It’s the best fucking thing.”
Stede nods in agreement, “Roach has really outdone himself, tonight. Perhaps he deserves a raise.”
Stede still has about half his dessert left in his dish and he absentmindedly sucks a spot of chocolate off his thumb. Ed zeroes in on the sight of hollowed cheeks and pink lips as Stede sucks his thumb further into his mouth. It immediately takes him back to this morning and lifting the sheets to see Stede sucking the tip of his cock and looking up at Ed with pointedly innocent eyes.
“We’re starting now,” Ed says suddenly.
Stede looks at him startled.
“What?” he asks, thumb falling out of his mouth.
“Now,” Ed says, staring at Stede’s thumb wet with spit. Ed wants to taste it, “Game starts now.”
Stede’s eyes widen, and he carefully leaves the spoon in his dish.
“Okay,” he says slowly.
Ed gets up out of his chair. Stede moves to do the same.
“Don’t move,” Ed says.
Stede freezes, then slowly settles back into his chair and puts his hands on the table. His posture is tense as he waits. His eyes follow Ed as he circles behind his chair until he can’t anymore. Ed leans forward to speak directly into Stede’s ear.
“You remember the rules?”
Stede nods shakily, his curls tickling Ed’s nose.
“Yes,” he breathes.Ed nuzzles into his hair, “Say the word and we can stop.”
“I know,” Stede says with more conviction. Ed kisses behind his ear, listens to Stede sigh, and pulls back.
Ed runs his hands down the sides of the chair, grips it at the base of the seat and yanks it backwards a couple of feet. Stede yelps but keeps his seat. Ed circles around the chair to stand between Stede and the table.
He’s pleased to see Stede is already flushing down below the deep v of his silky white shirt. It’s obvious Stede doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He has them curled in tight fists and resting awkwardly in his lap. Ed pauses to appreciate the sight of Stede so flustered and eager but sitting stock still, waiting for Ed to move or for Ed to tell him to move. Oh, yes… Ed is going to enjoy this.
Ed picks up Stede’s dessert and perches on the table, careful not to disturb the remaining pieces of Stede’s place setting. Ed props one foot up on Stede’s chair, directly between his legs and only a few inches away from his crotch. Stede looks down and lets out a quiet laugh before looking up at Ed with a wry smile.
Ed gets a spoonful of the mousse and holds it out to him. Stede’s expression shifts to something more sincere, earnest. He immediately drops his mouth open and lets Ed feed him. He closes his eyes at the taste. Ed watches him savor the flavor, watches his throat as he swallows. When Stede opens his eyes, he looks peaceful, trusting.
Ed had expected Stede to laugh. If Stede tried to feed him, he would certainly laugh. Sure, it would also maybe definitely make his dick hard, but he doesn’t think he’d get by without at least one joke. But Stede just sits quietly, patiently waiting for more. Ed gives it to him, and Stede just dutifully takes everything he’s offered, holding eye contact with Ed whenever he can.
“Good?” Ed asks quietly as he puts the last spoonful into Stede’s mouth.
Stede nods and meets his eyes while he wraps his lips around the spoon. He swallows.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” Stede sighs.
Ed runs two fingers through the chocolate at the bottom of the dish. Stede’s eyes darken when Ed holds them up to Stede’s lips. He pushes forward and meets Ed halfway, sucking Ed’s fingers into his mouth greedily. Stede moans and Ed barely holds back his own reaction as Stede’s tongue works the fingers in his mouth, sucking and lapping at the small amount of chocolate left there.
Too quickly, Stede gives up the pretense of being fed and starts working Ed’s fingers in a different way. He sucks them deeper into his mouth and starts an immediately identifiable rhythm, bobbing his head and sucking, eyes hooded and peaking up at Ed while these sweet, needy sounds keep slipping from his lips.
All of the blood in Ed’s brain rushes south at the sight and feeling of it, and he very seriously considers scrapping his entire plan to have Stede suck him silly instead. But that’s kind of exactly what he’s trying to avoid and is almost definitely what Stede is trying to get away with by putting on this display.
“That’s enough,” Ed says, firm but gentle.
Stede sucks off of his fingers with a slick sound, mouth still open and looking up at Ed with round eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Did that count as touching?” Stede asks.
“Nah, love,” Ed says touching the pads of his wet finger to Stede’s bottom lip again, “that’s just me touching you.”
Ed dips his fingers inside again, and Stede opens his mouth on a gasp. Ed takes the opportunity to pet his tongue. When he pulls his fingers out again Stede asks, “So if you kiss me, I get to kiss you back?”
“Mmm,” Ed says, runs his thumb along his lower lip, “Yes. If you’re lucky.”
Ed leans forward and Stede mirrors him, coming closer. Ed runs his thumbs along his cheekbones and then threads his fingers through his soft curls. Stede’s lips part ready for the kiss, but he doesn’t move. All Stede would have to do is hover an inch forward and their lips would touch. He could even claim it was an accident. But Stede sits frozen, still, and stares at Ed putting himself as close as possible without letting Stede take what he wants.
Ed ducks and kisses his cheek instead of his lips. Stede lets out a frustrated sigh that turns into a breathy laugh when Ed begins to lick and suck a line down his throat towards his chest.
“And if you put your cock in my mouth?” Stede asks, breath already going a little short as Ed mouths at his neck.
“You won’t get that lucky,” Ed murmurs. He grazes his teeth along the sharp line of Stede’s collarbone, listens to Stede react and watches his hands twitch in his lap. But Stede dutifully doesn’t reach for Ed.
It’s nice, in a strange way, not having Stede touching him back. It lets Ed take some time with his own sensations. He savors the taste of Stede’s skin on his tongue. He notices the way Stede’s body has warmed the smooth fabric of his shirt as Ed runs his hands down his chest. Ed feels the peaks of his nipples against his palm. He skims his hands down his belly and up his sides and savors those tiny twitches of muscle under his touch. He finds his nipples again and toys with them, runs his thumbs over them gently while he kisses as much skin as he can reach.
When he runs out of skin, he starts to kiss over the thin fabric too. He finds one nipple and puts his mouth there. The silk slides and clings to his tongue in a strange way. The sticky friction is intense and new and Ed wonders what it feels like against Stede’s nipple. Good, Ed imagines as Stede lets out a sweet little whine when Ed’s tongue really begins to soak through the fabric. He leaves one more sucking kiss there, with a little bit of teeth, before moving on to the other nipple to pay it the same attention.
When he pulls all the way back, he can’t help but admire the two dark damp spots he left behind. Through the soaked fabric, Ed can just make out a teasing view of the beautiful rosy hue Stede’s nipples turn when they get the love they deserve, but they’re still hidden away from Ed. It’s tantalizing. It’s obscene. It’s sexy as fuck.
Ed runs a finger down Stede’s neck to tug at the v of his shirt.
“How much do you like this shirt?”
“I can buy new shirts,” Stede says too quickly. Ed quirks an eyebrow at him and Stede blushes prettily.
“Can just buy new shirts willy-nilly, huh?” Ed says amused, tugging Stede’s shirt down another inch to see how far that blush goes.
“Yes, in fact,” Stede says, “I’m very well taken care of.”
Ed’s eyes dart up to Stede’s face to see his lips quirked up in a knowing smile.
“Damn right you are,” Ed says low and dangerous before getting a grip on both sides of Stede’s collar. He rips the material down to the line of his pants in one smooth tear. The sound fills the room and muffles Stede’s helpless –
“Oh, god.”
Stede’s chest is rising and falling rapidly as Ed quickly pulls the rest of his shirt from his pants and tears that open too. Ed immediately runs his hands over Stede’s newly bare chest, broad and strong and fucking perfect, makes him crazy every time he gets a glimpse of it. Every inch of visible skin is flushed so beautifully. Ed touches as much as he can get his hands on, spreads his fingers to feel the broad expanse of his pecs, squeezes them just because he wants to, loves to feel how fucking big Stede is under his hands. Ed gets a little lost in it.
“Ed,” Stede says helplessly.
Ed’s eyes dart up to Stede’s and he realizes that Stede is starting to look just a little desperate. Ed makes a soft sound and pulls back, traces the line of Stede’s jaw with his thumb.
“Okay?” Ed asks.
“Yes,” Stede says hoarsely.
“You’re doing so good, love,” Ed says, and Stede visibly relaxes. Ed kisses his cheek, “You gonna keep it up for me?”
Stede nods vehemently. Ed comes off the table entirely to crouch in front of Stede whose knees widen on instinct. Ed runs his hands up Stede’s thighs and when his hands start to get close to Stede’s hands, Stede pulls them back hurriedly. Ed looks up at Stede with a questioning look.
“I’m okay,” Stede says quickly, dropping his hands at his sides, “I can do it.”
“Course you can,” Ed purrs, and he presses forward and nuzzles into the heat of Stede’s crotch, takes a deep breath.
Stede’s pants are stretched tight with the way his legs are spread and it’s easy to make out his erection straining through the fabric. Ed presses his lips there, feels the heat through the material and kisses a line up the length of his cock. Stede lets out a sweet sigh and flexes his thighs on either side of Ed’s shoulders.
Ed leans up to kiss the lowest strip of bare skin just above the hem of Stede’s pants. He kisses along the seam there and then up Stede’s belly, his muscles twitching against his lips. Rising up from his knees, he pays Stede’s nipples some more attention without the barrier of the shirt until Stede is squirming in his seat and his breath is loud enough that Ed can’t hear anything else.
“Oh - oh, fuck,” Stede gasps when Ed closes his teeth gently on Stede’s peck and sucks his nipple hard, tongue working against him like he might be able to get something if he tries hard enough. Stede’s hips jerk upwards towards nothing, and Ed gets a firm grip on his thighs to keep him still.
Ed pulls back and holds eye contact with Stede who looks well and truly desperate now. His cheeks are red and his eyes are shining and wide. Ed perches up on the table again. He slowly starts undoing the buckles of his jacket and Stede finally breaks eye contact to watch as he slowly peels his jacket off and tosses it to the side. He’s in one of those frayed, too tight undershirts that he knows makes Stede insane. So he takes his time running his fingers along the exposed skin above the hem of his pants, then spreads his hands along his belly up and under his shirt. He teases one nipple and lets his legs fall further open as Stede leans forward an inch with a dazed expression.
Ed pinches his nipple and runs his other hand lower to grind his palm against his aching cock. He drops his head back on a moan and Stede lets out a stuttering sigh. Ed hears a noise and snaps his eyes open to see Stede sitting on the edge of his seat so that he is only a foot or so away from where Ed is palming himself.
“Uh uh,” Ed says. He puts his boot in the middle of Stede’s bare chest to push him back into the chair with a thump.
“I wasn’t touching,” Stede complains, looking up at Ed with an expression that would look innocent if he didn’t look so hungry as well.
“You want to see?”
Stede swallows and nods. Ed leaves his boot where it is. It’s a good thing too because when Ed slowly pulls his shirt off one inch at a time, he can feel Stede strain a few times like he keeps forgetting he can’t get any closer. The cool air feels good against his skin, torso bare except for the black cravat that is so rarely anywhere except for around his neck. Eventually, Ed pulls his foot back and lets both legs dangle off the table when he begins opening up his pants. He sighs in relief when he gets his cock out and Stede makes a soft sound as he stares.
Slowly, carefully, he slides off the table and crawls into Stede’s lap. Stede jumps under him and his hands fly up to hover awkwardly in the air between them.
“Ed,” he says, completely distressed.
Ed takes pity on him and one at a time guides his hands to hold the back legs of the chair. The position makes Stede’s chest and shoulders look even broader than usual where his white shirt hangs open at his sides. He looks devastatingly good.
Ed gets his hands on the hard muscles of Stede’s shoulders and settles further into his lap. Stede tips his head back and closes his eyes. He takes a few steadying breaths as Ed runs his thumbs along his neck and shoulders. When Stede seems to have regained some composure, Ed leans forward to press a kiss into the hollow of his throat. He pulls back again and gets his fist around his own cock again.
“Thought you wanted to see?”
Stede immediately snaps his head back down to stare at Ed’s cock. Stede is tense all over again, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes intense and glued to the place where Ed touches himself. Something inside of Ed purrs at the attention and the slack-jawed display of unadulterated want painted on Stede’s face.
Ed slowly leans all the way back until he can rest his back against the table. He’s almost horizontal in Stede’s lap now, the long line of his torso on full display from the eagle just under his collarbone down to where he grips himself, all tan skin and pink scars and black tattoos laid out for Stede to look, but not to touch.
He slowly starts to stroke himself. He can only use a loose grip because he’s already too close to the edge with the rush of taking control and focusing on doing this right. Stede’s eyes flick up to Ed’s, full of desperate desire. He licks his lips before returning his eyes to Ed’s steady movements. Ed skirts his fingertips down his chest, over the skin of his stomach, down into the coarse hair around his cock. Ed takes a moment to calm himself down too because it’s fucking intense. Without Stede’s touch, it’s like Ed can feel his eyes burning into his skin where he stares and sits perfectly still, barely restraining himself.
Ed squeezes his cock in an attempt to calm himself down and a pearl of precum beads at the tip. He wasn’t going to let Stede suck his dick, but maybe Ed could let him have a little taste. Ed swipes the precum up with his thumb.
Stede’s gaze finally leaves Ed’s body and he locks eyes with Ed. Ed can see the hunger and the hope there. He had been planning on feeding it to Stede, but as he lifts his hand towards his mouth, Ed has a wicked thought. Stede’s eyes widen when Ed changes course and starts bringing his thumb to his own lips instead.
Lightning quick Stede has Ed’s wrist in a vice grip.
“One.”
Adrenaline rushes through Ed’s body as he realizes it’s happening.
Stede doesn’t hesitate before sucking Ed’s thumb into his own mouth at the same moment he gets a harsh grip on Ed’s hip to pull their bodies flush together. Stede moans around Ed’s thumb before abandoning it entirely to lean forward and suck one of Ed’s nipples into his mouth hard.
“Fuck,” Ed gasps.
His free hand immediately flies up, buries in Stede’s curls and holds him there as he squirms under Stede’s mouth and against his rock-hard cock as Stede starts a slow grind, pressing up against Ed’s ass in his lap. Stede laves his tongue against his nipple, each swipe sending a shock of pleasure straight to Ed’s cock which he’s still holding in a loose grip, shocked into stillness.
“God, Ed,” Stede gasps into his skin.
Fuck. Okay. This was supposed to be about Stede but Ed can’t deny how fucking breathtaking the whiplash is – having complete control of the situation until Stede finally snaps, going from slow and languid to hurried and desperate. The whole thing makes a giddy, excited pleasure fill his chest with warmth and sparks. It’s fucking incredible and all he can do is melt in Stede’s arms.
Stede’s movements are feverish, his mouth is everywhere, his hands are everywhere, like he’s trying to cover as much ground as he can manage in his limited time. Stede keeps up the steady grind against Ed, both of them starting to moan in relief from so much pent-up need. Ed feels Stede’s hand land on top of his own, still loosely holding his cock. Stede tangles their fingers together as he starts to stroke Ed in a firm enough grip that it makes him start to forget what it is they’re doing here. All the while Stede is leaving searing, open-mouthed kisses up his chest, his neck. He licks a long line up behind Ed’s ear before biting.
“Oh, fuck,” Ed whines.
Stede makes a satisfied, pleased noise, then he kisses along Ed’s jaw. Stede tilts his head for a proper kiss -
“Stop.”
Stede freezes at the word, a tortuously small distance left between their lips.
Everywhere he’s touching Ed is suddenly tense. For one long moment, Ed thinks he’s going to disobey. If Ed is being honest with himself, the idea thrills him, and it was certainly one way he had imagined tonight going.
Stede stares at him for a few seconds, face too close to read his expression, but then Stede squeezes Ed’s hip and whispers, “Bastard,” close enough to Ed’s lips that he can taste the word. Then Stede’s touch disappear and he collapses back in his chair.
Stede rakes his hands through his hair, making a mess of his beautiful curls, before fisting them at the base of his skull. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a heavy breath, cheeks and chest flushed a deep red. When he opens his eyes to stare back at Ed, they’re slightly wild.
“Gonna make it?” Ed says, can’t hide his smile.
“Fuck off,” Stede says with his own grin.
“We’ve barely started,” Ed says.
“You’d better get a move on, then,” Stede says.
The bitchy tone and the challenge in his words light Ed up.
“If you say so,” Ed says sweetly.
He slides off the table and sinks down to his knees between Stede’s legs. Stede presses his back against the chair and grips the back legs again. Ed admires him from this angle, towering above him. He looks incredible. Carved from Stone. Strong chest bared and head haloed by unruly, golden curls. Powerful, but all that desire for Ed buttoned up because Ed asked him to. It’s a little intoxicating. So much so that Ed is ready to throw the game out entirely and let Stede get his hair in a fist and fuck his face until he’s had his fill.
But he resists the urge and runs his hands up Stede’s thighs. He palms Stede’s erection under his britches, the shape and warmth of it comforting his own buzzing energy. Stede sighs above him and sinks another inch deeper in his seat.
“I’m not-” Stede starts, “I don’t know what your plans are, but if you intend on fucking me tonight, I think I’m already – uh – rather close to the edge with all of this teasing.”
“Teasing?”
“Torturing might be more apt,” Stede says smiling down at him.
Ed laughs quietly and rubs his cheek against the soft silk of Stede’s pants.
“Noted,” Ed says, “I’ll take it easy on you… but you’ll be fucking me tonight, love.”
Stede makes a choked sound at that.
Ed had considered it - getting Stede laid out and spending an ungodly amount of time between his legs, getting him loose and riled up with his mouth and his fingers until Stede was drooling for Ed’s cock. But Ed could usually manage that without any rules. Although more and more Stede was asking, begging really, for Ed’s cock long before he was actually ready for it. Ed was always reluctant and nervous until he saw the look of pure, unfettered bliss on Stede’s face when Ed pressed into him.
But no, Ed had other plans for tonight.
For now, Ed slowly pulls Stede out of his pants and grips him at the root gently, crimson and thick and wet at the tip. He won’t suck Stede the way he usually would, doesn’t want this to end too quickly. He presses a soft kiss to the head of his cock, gently licks up the taste of him. Stede sighs above him. Ed thinks he sees his muscles flex as he grips the chair legs tighter. Ed opens his mouth and just takes Stede into his mouth, feels him firm and warm against his tongue. Ed sinks lower and sucks sweetly, luxuriating in the slowness of it. He hums happily.
Stede squirms under him at first but soon Ed feels him relax. His thighs unclench around Ed’s shoulders and his knees fall open. Ed rewards him with a slow slide up and down his perfect cock before settling again with half of it in his mouth, working his tongue against him gently.
Ed runs his hands around Stede’s waist, under the white shirt still hanging limp from his shoulders and anchors himself there. He takes a deep breath through his nose and opens his eyes to look up at Stede who is staring down at him with eyes full of love and affection and tenderness. Stede lifts a hand and again, Ed almost forgets the game as Stede goes to settle his hand in his hair or brush his cheek or touch his lips. Stede catches himself at the last moment with a jerk and he drops his head back with a thump against the wooden chair.
“Oh my god this is hard,” Stede says.
Ed can’t help but laugh quietly through his nose, unwilling to take his mouth off of Stede.
“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny,” Stede says, the annoyance all fondness.
Ed takes another inch so that the head of Stede’s cock hits the back of his throat. Stede makes a soft sound when Ed pulls back, then sinks down without stopping this time and swallows around his cock.
“Christ,” Stede gasps and for the first time his hips twitch and Ed feels the half-inch of his thick cock like it’s a mile push deeper inside of him.
Ed doesn’t move, talks his body down when it tries to protest and push out the intrusion. He’s never done this while being so still. Ed loves a dick in his throat, it’s just he’s usually having his mouth fucked or fucking his mouth on Stede. But Stede is controlling himself for Ed - Ed can control himself too. His lungs are starting to complain but Ed fights every instinct in his body and pulls Stede in deeper until his nose is pressed against Stede’s abdomen. He swallows again.
“Ed,” Stede warns, and Ed can feel his cock flex in his mouth.
Ed relents and pulls back again so his cock is just resting in his mouth once more. He fills his lungs with air as he takes a deep breath through his nose, head a little fuzzy while warm relief rushes through his body. Stede is panting and tense all around him again. Ed pets his sides and peeks up at him. Stede is staring back with a curious expression.
“Going to keep me here all night?” Stede asks breathlessly.
Ed finally pulls off in a slow slide, “Would you like that?”
“Would you?” Stede replies.
Ed realizes all at once that maybe he would like that. His cheeks burn at the realization. He’s never really thought about it, but the idea of staying down here with Stede’s cock in his mouth indefinitely seems strangely comforting. He’d have to figure out a better set up with his knee which is already starting to protest.
“Maybe,” Ed admits, “Not tonight.”
Ed rises to his feet. Ed runs his fingers through his hair and Stede pushes into it with a small smile. Ed runs a thumb down his jaw line. He presses his thumb to his chin below his lower lip and Stede’s mouth falls open.
“I love you,” Ed says.
“I love you, Ed,” Stede says a little desperately, pushes forward, “So much.”
Ed kisses two fingers and presses them back against the plush of Stede’s lips. Stede whines in frustration at the poor replacement for a real kiss.
His face becomes, if possible, even more dismayed when Ed slowly begins sliding his pants off, cock more or less at Stede’s eye level. Ed kicks off his shoes and shimmies out of his leathers. He’s standing naked except for the black cravat hanging around his neck in front of Stede, sweet obedient sexy Stede who is half dressed with his pink cock wet and curved up towards his belly. He’s already a wreck. Ed wonders how he’ll cope with this.
Ed scans the table and finds what he’s looking for - the small cruet of olive oil that stays on the table during meals along with the bowl of coarse pink salt and dried peppers. It was a luxury of Stede’s table that Ed always was grateful for, but never quite so much as right now.
Ed pours a generous amount on his fingers, spilling some on the tablecloth by accident (they’ll have to clean that). He keeps his back to Stede as he braces one hand on the table, arches his back just for show, and runs his fingers between his cheeks. Ed massages two fingers over his hole and hums happily at the pressure, even that small touch a relief.
He hears the softest, “Oh my god,” from behind him, but no other signs of movement.
Ed grins to himself and sinks a finger inside, making sure to keep his other fingers spread so Stede gets a good look. He presses deeper and he lets out a relieved moan. He starts pushing in and out, feeling the give and cling of his muscles, can’t help but bear down and start to flex in time with the rhythm he’s set.
Stede, angel man, always took much more time with this. At first it was because he was unsure of the mechanics and scared to hurt Ed. But now it’s abundantly clear that Stede takes his time because he likes it. A lot. Stede loves getting his fingers inside of Ed and seeing how much pleasure he can wring out of that secret spot. There had been more than a few nights when Stede had him pinned and writhing on his fingers alone. He had made Ed come like that twice without touching his prick which was something Ed would have sworn up and down was impossible before he started up with Stede. He was more than happy to learn just how wrong he was, especially when both times Stede had made him come a second time shortly after the first.
Ed didn’t have a full plan for the night before starting, but this was always going to be on the menu. He wanted to see how long it would take for Stede to break.
Ed tries to focus and he strains to hear Stede’s heavy breathing over the slick sound of his fingers moving. Knowing how much Stede loves doing this to him and knowing that Stede could take over at any moment spikes the sensations of what is often a perfunctory task when he’s doing this to himself. He bites back a moan as he presses a second finger inside of himself.
Stede whines like a puppy who’s lost its favorite toy.
Good, Ed thinks.
Ed doesn’t bother staying quiet now as he grows distracted chasing his own pleasure. It’s good, but he can’t help but make a soft sound of frustration. His fingers can’t reach nearly as deep as Stede’s can. He’s become spoiled by the painstaking focus and sweet torture Stede subjects him to on a regular basis.
Ed had really been counting on Stede taking this task over and he’s growing increasingly impatient because Stede hasn’t made a move to use his second out, and Ed doesn’t want to give anything away by checking back on him.
He takes his hand off the table and without pulling his fingers out of himself, he shoves the other cutlery and plateware to the side with a clatter. He drops his chest to the table so he can get another hand working behind himself.
Ed hears the chair creak.
Bingo, Ed thinks.
The fingers on his right hand are still buried deep inside him as he tries to wiggle two more on his left hand inside. It’s too much all at once, but Stede’s not the only one who likes that feeling. But despite Ed’s determination to get all four fingers inside of himself, he thinks he might not have enough oil on his fingers to get the job done.
As soon as he has that thought, he feels the cool dribble of oil being poured at the top of his crack, sliding down to cover his fingers where they are moving restlessly inside of himself.
Ed huffs out a laugh. Cheeky bastard found a way to be involved without touching him.
“Cheater,” Ed gasps.
“Loophole,” Stede corrects.
His voice is strange, almost casual. Restrained.
“Thanks,” Ed gasps just as he manages to shove both fingers inside of himself and he groans and grinds his forehead into the beautiful lace tablecloth he’s ruining.
He fucks himself with two fingers on both hands and the angle of it makes it feel like he’s stretching himself wider on every out stroke. He starts to get lost in it. A humming tingle starts to creep under his skin, unsure whether it’s the harsh angle of his shoulders or the building pleasure and pressure or both. He can’t reach where he wants to be in this position, but the pressure, the stretch, it’s exquisite. He alternates his hands a few times before shoving all four fingers back inside of himself again. He’s vaguely aware that he’s drooling on the tablecloth. When his fingers slide back out, he follows that burn and stretches himself open.
It's too fucking much. It hurts. It’s dirty as fuck. It’s amazing. Ed’s whole being is zeroed in on the feeling - vulnerable, exposed, perfect.
Stede’s hands slap on his skin and his fingers dig into the meat of his hips.
“Two.”
Stede’s voice is hoarse and low and dangerous and only inches away from Ed’s hole, but the sound cuts through to Ed’s core as his heart rate spikes in anticipation. It’s the only warning Ed gets before Stede’s tongue is deeper inside of him than it’s ever been.
Ed swears loudly and tries to jerk upright in surprise, but Stede plants a strong hand in the middle of his back and pushes his chest back into the table. Ed’s fingers slip out of himself, and it forces Stede’s tongue out of him too.
Stede takes the opportunity to say, “Stay,” in a voice that might make Ed come on the spot.
Then Stede buries his face between his cheeks again, squeezes his tongue impossibly further into that tight space and moans, and Ed can feel the vibration of it inside of him.
“Oh fuck,” Ed whimpers, keeps whining on every breath because he can’t help it while Stede is taking him apart so efficiently and immediately. Stede’s hand that had been holding him down slides slowly down his back so that he has both hands to spread Ed’s cheeks. He licks a long line from his balls to his ass crack and then back down to wriggle inside of again.
Ed is delirious with the pleasure of it all and doesn’t keep track of what Stede’s doing when his hands disappear, the sound of Stede fumbling with something registering vaguely in Ed’s sex-addled mind. All he can think about is Stede’s tongue moving against his insides.
Then Stede’s hand, soft, slick, hot, familiar, wraps around his cock hanging between his legs just as Stede gets his lips on his rim and sucks. Ed’s vision goes white, he fists the tablecloth in his hands and the dishes clatter.
He keeps gasping Stede’s name and Stede just moans in response, starts fucking Ed with his tongue again without relenting as he twists his fist on the downstroke and he quakes from the pleasure of it all.
“Fuck,” Ed whispers into the table.
It’s just right. It feels too good. It’s perfect. So fucking perfect, he’s gonna – fuck – he’s gonna -
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Ed focuses everything he has on not coming in Stede’s tight fist and clenching on his wicked tongue and only barely manages to gasp out-
“Stop.”
This time Stede reacts immediately. His mouth and hands disappear all at once and there is a loud clatter as the chair scrapes violently against the floor.
The room is quiet. Ed trembles, trying desperately to keep his knees from collapsing under him. He’s barely hanging on, his whole body like a livewire after having just been a hairsbreadth away from an earth-shattering orgasm rung out of him by the most beautiful man alive. The idea of doing anything except begging Stede to finish what he started seems completely impossible, but Stede’s silence is starting to make him nervous.
Ed takes a few deep breaths and manages to push himself up onto his shaking legs to turn and look at Stede. He is sprawled out on the chair. He’s panting and his mouth and cheeks shine with oil. His eyes are wide and desperate. Overwhelmed.
“Hey…” Ed pushes his foot against Stede’s, still in his heeled shoes. “Love, are you okay?” he asks gently.
Stede closes his eyes and lets out a heavy breath. He doesn’t answer right away. Ed still feels overwhelmed, but he forces himself to calm down. He has the reins, here. He needs to take care of Stede. Ed watches his face carefully as he waits for an answer.
When Stede opens his eyes, they are pleading.
“Lighthouse,” Stede whispers.
And he reaches for Ed.
Before the word fully registers in his brain, Ed moves towards Stede’s touch. His legs still feel weak, but he lets Stede drag him into his lap. Stede wraps his arms around him and holds him in a tight embrace.
“Oh, love,” Ed hums into his hair.
“I’m okay,” Stede says quickly, holds him closer, “I just… I just need a second. I need you for a second.”
“You’ve got me,” Ed says gently, running his fingers through his hair and pulling Stede back to see his eyes, “We can stop.”
“No,” Stede says, “I… it’s incredible it’s just… it’s a lot.”
“I know,” Ed says softly, “Can I kiss you?”
Stede knocks his forehead against Ed’s and laughs quietly.
“Please,” Stede sighs.
Ed tilts his head and they meet in a slow kiss, comforting and familiar. Ed runs his hands soothingly through Stede’s hair. It takes several minutes before he feels Stede start to relax. Stede sighs against his lips and sinks further into the chair. Stede’s hands slide down his back until they are gripping Ed’s waist.
Ed realizes for the first time that Stede is still mostly clothed while he is naked from head to toe except for the cravat. The image they make and Stede’s broad hands on his skin makes it hard to keep the kiss as sweet as he should, but luckily Stede is a step ahead of him, as always.
The sharp sting of Stede’s teeth, painful but brief, shock Ed back into motion and he surges forward to bear down on Stede harder. Soon enough, they’re both panting and pushing against each other again. Stede squeezes Ed’s waist before holding Ed’s face. He plants one more firm kiss on Ed’s lips before returning his hands to their place gripping the back legs of the chair.
Ed leans back and lifts an eyebrow.
“You sure?” Ed asks.
“Positive.”
“Okay,” Ed says, and he leaves a lingering kiss on Stede’s lips before he moves.
Ed grips the back of the chair on either side of Stede’s head and pushes his hips forward until their cocks are pressed together. He’s angled back again so he can’t kiss Stede while he does this, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Stede’s face, open and earnest and wanting, as he starts a dirty grind that gets them both gasping.
The oil from Stede’s earlier ministrations is just enough to let them slide together against each other, but it creates a tacky friction that is sending frayed bursts of pleasure straight through Ed. On one particularly pointed thrust, Stede’s hands fly up again, but he catches himself. Stede lets out a frustrated whine as he gets the back legs of the chair in a white knuckled grip once more.
“It’s really very difficult,” Stede says, breathless and a little annoyed.
“I can imagine,” Ed says, with a grin.
“Don’t be so cocky,” Stede says, “Maybe next time I’ll make you see how long you can last.”
A shiver of pleasure at the words makes Ed’s hips press against Stede harder.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” he says quietly as he keeps up his grind, “But would it be… easier if you had a reminder?”
Stede stills, “What do you mean?”
Ed pulls his hips back. He slowly pulls the knot loose from the cravat tied around his neck. Stede’s eyes zero in on it as Ed pulls one end and lets the silk run along his neck until he can hold the cravat taught for Stede to see.
“Fuck, yes,” Stede breathes as he stares at it.
“Good man.”
Ed slides off his lap and circles around the back of the chair. Luckily the back is narrow enough that he can maneuver Stede’s arms behind him without stretching.
“Does this feel okay?”
“Yes,” Stede says, voice strained. Ed smiles and kisses each of Stede’s palms once.
Ed makes quick work of the knot, pressing the tail into Stede’s palm and Stede carefully folds his fingers over it. They’ve done this before. Ed tied the knot in a way that Stede can pull it loose whenever he wants without Ed’s help.
“Still okay?” Ed asks.
Stede nods his head jerkily.
Ed comes back around and sits on the table again in front of Stede. He is a sight. Shoulders pulled back and broad chest on full display. When Ed props a foot up on Stede’s knee and coats his fingers in oil again Stede shifts restlessly.
“Ed, please,” Stede begs, sounds a little panicked even.
“Hey, hey,” Ed soothes, “You can wait one more minute, can’t you?”
Stede’s eyes flick between where Ed’s fingers are disappearing between his legs and his eyes, but finally he nods once. Ed presses two fingers inside of himself and they go pretty easily. He’s already tightened up some with how long he and Stede had been kissing, but all the better.
He pulls his fingers out of himself and uses the same hand, still coated in the oil, and strokes Stede’s thick cock in a loose grip. Even with the light touch, Stede immediately starts squirming under Ed as he tries to keep his breath steady.
“You ready?” Ed asks.
“Yes,” Stede exhales.
Ed carefully moves Stede, pulling his hips a few inches forward so they are resting at the end of the chair to give Ed enough room to properly sit on Stede’s cock. He runs his hands over Stede’s shoulders, strained and flexed where they’re stretched behind him.
“Comfortable?”
Stede nods shakily. Ed climbs over him again and gets one hand on the back of the chair again. He feels Stede brace himself and the chair as the balance shifts. Ed uses his other hand to line Stede’s cock up with his hole. It’s a tricky balance and his thighs and abs strain as holds himself still. It would be infinitely easier if he had Stede’s strong arms to hold him steady, but as it is, he manages to find the right angle and he chases that pressure. He slowly, slowly sinks down.
They both moan in unison when Stede’s cock pushes past the rim and Ed begins the tortuous slide down, down, deeper. Ed begins to tremble at the effort of holding himself up and keeping his movements slow while he’s being filled and stretched. He would normally slowly fuck himself up and down on Stede’s cock until his body remembered how to do this, but with the effort and the angle, Ed has to do it one long slide or else he’s going to collapse and impale himself on Stede’s cock, which doesn’t sound as unappealing as it maybe should.
Finally, Ed feels the touch of Stede’s thighs against his ass and he finally lets himself collapse forward onto Stede’s chest. He can’t hold back a surprised moan as the motion presses Stede deeper, finally bottomed out and Ed’s cock pressed snug between their bellies.
Ed needs to take a breath. He pauses for a long moment and pants into Stede’s neck, who’s breathing hot against his ear, into his hair.
“You feel- ” Stede starts and then stops, “God, Ed. You feel incredible.”
Ed nods, wishes he had the words to say the same right now, but can only kiss Stede’s neck in response, press his tongue there to taste the salt of his skin. Stede presses his face closer to Ed’s but doesn’t kiss, doesn’t taste, and Ed smiles into Stede’s neck. He’s still mostly following the rules.
It’s so quiet, peaceful, the two of them connected so deeply. Completely still except for their breathing and the floor rocking under their feet, a steady, constant rhythm. A reminder of the wide ocean all around them and their beloved ship keeping them afloat. Ed is always instinctually aware of it, but he focuses on it now, feels the way it’s moving their bodies together.
When Ed moves, he lets the sway of the ship guide him. He pulls himself up gently in time with the pitch of the ship climbing a wave. The drag inside of him is exquisite, body still adjusting so that he can feel every inch. He feels the exact moment the balance shifts. He can picture it, the bow tipping towards the sea. He hovers in the balance and when the boat tips he lets himself rock back on Stede’s cock slowly. He lets out a wet gasp lost in the crook of Stede’s neck at the familiar burn and pressure that he craves far too often.
The floor rises again and Ed follows it, finds the rhythm that guides him up and down Stede’s cock in time with the ship and the wind and the ocean. He only has enough leverage to keep it up by hanging off of Stede’s shoulders, pressed as close as he can. It gives him blessed, steady friction against his own straining cock. Stede presses his face into Ed’s hair, his breath loud in Ed’s ear. There is a faint whine at the back of his throat if Ed listens hard. It’s unbearably sweet. Ed’s arms are starting to burn but the endless rhythm of the revenge under his feet steadies his movements, and he rides Stede to the gentle rock of the ship on the ocean.
Ed can tell the moment Stede realizes what he’s doing. There is the soft, “oh” breathed into his hair. And then by degrees, Stede starts to move. He flexes his hips, pushes up minutely to the same rhythm Ed has found. Ed gasps, pulls back enough that he can press his forehead against Stede’s.
They breathe into each other as Stede gains confidence and rolls his hips up, steady slow, deep and perfect.
Pleasure burns inside of him as their bodies move together, the rhythm staying the same but the pressure building, Stede rolling up into his body and grinding as deep as he can. Stede’s arms are still bound but it somehow feels like he’s being pulled closer to Stede, something magnetic between their bodies. Ed can’t help but rock into every movement of Stede’s hips until he has Stede as deep as he can possibly be. Ed wants more still. Ed wants to stay here forever.
“Stede,” Ed begs helplessly.
Stede tilts his head and doesn’t slow the steady roll of his hips when Ed feels him start to shift.
“Three,” Stede whispers into Ed’s mouth.
Stede kisses him sweetly, deeply. Ed opens up for him on a moan of relief. And then Stede’s hands are there, too – gentle but firm where they hold his jaw. Ed sighs happily into Stede’s mouth, tries to keep the rock of his hips steady, but Stede’s movements are growing in confidence. One of his hands goes to Ed’s hips and starts to guide their bodies in tandem and it’s so easy and good and familiar to let himself be held and fucked and loved.
Ed should tell him to stop.
But Ed just hangs on as Stede starts to change the script on him and begins to fuck up into Ed, strong and sure and perfect. His kiss doesn’t slow. Stede runs his hand along Ed’s jaw, his neck, buries it in Ed’s hair to get a firm grip on him. He starts to move Ed’s head just the way he wants. Ed moans and feels himself go even more boneless in Stede’s lap.
Stop. That’s the word he’s trying to remember. Seems like a really stupid word right now.
Stede’s mouth still tastes like oil and Ed wants to suck the taste from his lips. Except he can’t because Stede’s fist tightens in his hair and he pulls Ed’s head back so he can lick and suck a line down Ed’s neck. Ed’s eyes snap open when Stede latches his mouth behind his ear. He lets out a dark moan, something needy and guttural.
Stede’s mouth relents as he peppers kisses up the column of Ed’s throat, he uses his grip in Ed’s hair to maneuver him until they are nose to nose again. Ed stares helplessly at Stede, his expression very serious. His eyes look hungry, but he looks less desperate than he has all night.
“Are you going to tell me to stop?” Stede asks.
Ed tries to make himself do what he’s supposed to. He tries to remind himself this was meant to be a night where Stede didn’t get to take the reins. But Stede knows exactly how to make Ed go weak, and he feels helpless under his intense gaze, one hand fisted in his hair and the other guiding his hips as he continues to move inside of him.
Ed slowly shakes his head, no.
“Good,” Stede says.
Stede uses his grip on Ed’s hair to pull him into a searing kiss that has Ed whining and grinding down in his lap, pressing his cock against Stede’s belly and trying to get Stede as deep as he can. He doesn’t notice Stede’s hand joining the other on his hips until he is being forcibly lifted off of Stede’s lap and cock.
Ed lets out an embarrassing sound as his ass lands on the table with another ominous rattle of china. He doesn’t even have enough time to feel the loss of Stede’s cock inside of him before Stede is standing between his spread legs. Stede smacks one hand in the middle of Ed’s chest and presses him onto his back. Then he smoothly slides two fingers inside of him, Ed’s body ready and accepting him with almost no resistance.
“Oh, fuck,” Ed whispers, staring at the ceiling as Stede immediately starts fucking him and curving his fingers on every upstroke, “Stede – Ste- fuck. Yes.”
“There you are, love,” Stede says sweetly, “Let me take care of you.”
Ed’s laugh is a little hysterical. He knows his whole plan has been shot to hell, but he can’t bring himself to care when Stede licks a line up the length of his cock. Stede sucks the tip into his mouth and Ed lets out what can only be described as a wail. He smacks his hand over his mouth to try to muffle the sound.
“I’m coming inside you whether you come now or on my cock,” Stede warns even as he continues shoving his fingers inside of him with a renewed effort.
Ed bites into the meat of his palm and tries desperately not to let out the needy sound that brings out in him. He doesn’t quite manage it.
“Oh you’d like that,” Stede says, voice dripping with satisfaction and confidence.
Ed can only moan when Stede pulls back and fucks back into him with three fingers this time. He arches up for it.
“Answer me, pet,” Stede says curling his fingers just so, “You want me to make you come on my fingers, let me taste you, then fuck you here on the table until it’s too much, till you’re begging me to stop?”
Ed rips the hand out of his mouth, “Yes. Please. Fuck, yes - Stede, please.”
“Shhh shh shh,” Stede soothes, runs a hand up his chest to tweak one of his nipples, “I will. I was good for you, right?”
Ed opens his eyes to look up at Stede staring down at him.
“You were so good - fucking gorgeous bastard,” Ed spits out, “You were perfect.”
“Good,” Stede says simply, “Now be good for me.”
It’s not a question, it’s a command. Stede leans down and Ed thinks he’s about to be kissed, but instead Stede latches his teeth into the meat of Ed’s shoulder.
Ed shouts in pleasure and arches up, shoving Stede’s fingers deeper inside of him. He starts moving in rhythm with Stede’s movements, fucking himself on Stede’s fingers while Stede laves at the smarting mark he just carved into Ed’s skin. Ed luxuriates in the feel of Stede’s mouth touching every inch of skin on his chest. He sucks Ed’s nipples into his mouth, alternating his warm tongue with gently tugging teeth and making Ed absolutely insane with want as his fingers keep moving smoothly inside of him.
Then his mouth travels south again. He pauses when he gets to Ed’s leaking cock. It’s left a puddle in the coarse hair there. Stede sucks the head into his mouth and the warmth and the pressure is so fucking good, it sends a moan clawing out of him.
“Fuck, Ed,” he says, sucking off of him, “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are.”
Ed lets the words sink into him, warm and loving, fills up on them. He doesn’t answer the question, just reaches for Stede, and Stede understands. He lets Ed tangle their fingers together as he returns his mouth to his cock, has to angle it up with his lips alone since his other hand is still occupied inside of Ed’s ass.
Stede starts a steady, mind-numbing rhythm. Warm slide up his dick, steady slide deep inside of him. Taking a few moments to suck on the head of his cock, tongue pressing under the head, at the exact moment his fingers curl and massage against that spot inside of him, both movements building in pressure and tempo. The pleasure starts to pool in his gut, and he can’t help but make a long, needy, hiccupping sound as everything builds to a crescendo.
But then Stede yanks his hand from Ed’s and grips the base of his cock and Ed’s whole body arches off the table as his orgasm is cut off for the second time that night.
“Stede!”
Ed collapses against the table again and he can barely get his breathing under control. Feels a little insane, if he’s being honest. His whole body is vibrating now, cock almost painful in how hard he is and how tight Stede is gripping the base of his cock. And he can’t fucking come down because Stede keeps leaving these kitten licks at the head of his cock with wide, innocent eyes.
“Yes?” Stede says.
“Stede,” Ed moans piteously, throws his head back and tries to breathe, tries to will his body to be anything but puddy in Stede Bonnet’s hands.
“I’m here, darling,” he says, gentler this time.
“Please,” Ed begs.
“Please what?” Stede says and this time he licks a long line up Ed’s cock before leaving an open-mouthed kiss to his head.
“Please, let me come - please fuck me - please do something!”
Stede makes a soft sound.
“I will,” Stede says, “I want to take care of you.”
Ed’s body has come down just enough that he doesn’t climax the second Stede takes his death grip off the base of his cock, but it’s a very near thing. When Stede continues his movements inside of him, steady and deliberate, the pleasure he feels is almost violent. Stede gets a slick grip around his cock, just shy of the pressure he needs to get off, and Ed falls back into the pleasure, already so fucking heightened but somehow still further to go.
Stede twists his wrist and fucks back into him with at least three fingers now, Ed can’t even tell anymore, and he lets out a shocked gasp as sparks of pleasure skirt under his skin as he lies and takes and takes everything that Stede gives him.
“God, yes,” Stede’s voice is going ragged now. Ed jerks his hips and fucks into Stede’s fist, back onto his fingers, “Look at you. Fucking love it, don’t you? Love my fingers in you?”
It’s enough to bring him right to the brink again, and he’s starting to feel light-headed with the pleasure. His body starts to tense but Stede – absolute bastard man – loosens his grip on his cock. His hand flies out to grip Stede’s forearm, but it’s no use. Stede slides his fist down to grip the base of his cock again.
A sob tears out of his chest and he thrashes his head from side to side as Stede mercilessly presses into him but doesn’t let him come. His thumb is firm on his perineum so that he may as well be massaging his prostate in the palm of his hand. Every stroke is sending a skittering, mind-melting pleasure under his skin, entire body lit up in the sensation. Ed feels like he’s going to lose his mind. Thinks he might burst into flames on this table.
“Tell me love,” Stede urges him.
Ed sucks in a huge breath into his lungs and manages to beg – “Stede.”
“That’s it,” Stede encourages, “Tell me how much you love this, and I’ll let you feel good.”
Ed’s whole body is taut like a rope about to snap. He writhes and twists under Stede’s grip, the pleasure so intense he doesn’t know if he’s trying to get away from it or squeeze closer to that scorching heat. All the places Stede is touching him are starting to blend into each other now and it feels like the earth might shatter around them if Ed doesn’t first.
“Ed,” Stede says in a voice that brings some clarity to Ed’s fucked stupid brain, “Tell me.”
“I love it,” he sobs. He sucks in a breath and keeps talking, no actual idea what he’s saying, just so desperate for Stede to let him come, “I love it – love you – fuck, Stede – need you, please I need you to - fucking love you so mu– FUCK!”
Stede finally releases his grip from the base of his cock and Ed hurtles over the edge as his orgasm tears through his body. He arches off of the table and his vision goes white, scorching heat and toe-curling pleasure radiating through every inch of his body. He tries to fuck himself deeper on Stede’s fingers –
But they’re gone, they’re fucking gone and he feels empty and fucking betrayed and a terrible panic is building in his chest.
“No, no – fuck! No!”
Ed is crying, actual tears suddenly streaming down his face, each breath coming out as a needy sob as his cock jerks helplessly in Stede’s loose fist and his orgasm, maybe the best one of his life, teeters dangerously close to ending entirely too quickly. It’s only a second of being empty but it feels unforgivably cruel until -
Stede fucks into him in one long, smooth motion and Ed cries out in shock and heady relief. His body clenches instinctually around Stede’s cock. Stede’s fist tightens on his cock and he is suddenly at the peak of his pleasure again, and Stede keeps him there, wringing Ed out with a tight, curling fist as he fucks into him so hard and deep, punching into him at the perfect angle to force a clipped moan out of Ed on every thrust. The pleasure doesn’t stop coming and it is so hot and sharp that he thinks he might die from it.
“God, I love you,” Stede growls, as he fucks into him relentlessly.
Ed opens his eyes to look at him and Ed is still in a haze of drunken pleasure but he wants to respond. Wants so desperately to tell Stede he loves him too. Stede is bearing down on him, fucking him with abandon as he milks Ed for everything he’s worth. Ed is completely strung out on pleasure, certainly on the other side of his orgasm, completely overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he’d rather die than tell Stede to stop.
So he lets Stede drag him further and further down. Ed can only hang on for dear life as he stares up at Stede’s face looming above him as he bears down over Ed. Stede finally – finally – takes his hand off Ed’s dick and he moans in relief. Stede braces himself on his elbows and his shirt hangs open on either side of Ed’s body, creating a strange sense of privacy. Like Ed is hidden. Like only Stede gets to see. Only Stede gets to take. Only Stede gets to cherish.
And Ed is the only one who gets to see Stede like this. Unbearably beautiful. The weight of his brow furrowed in concentration, the shine of sweat on the curve of his nose, the warmth in his eyes gone feral as fucks Ed hard enough that the table creaks in protest.
“You have no idea,” Stede’s says breathlessly, lip curled into almost a snarl as his hips snap and the sound of their bodies moving together fills the room, “I love you more than anything.”
Stede is chasing his own release now, the new angle has Stede’s stomach brushing against his oversensitive, softening cock just as he fucks past that bundle of nerves inside of him and it’s too much – too fucking much -
“Love,” Ed whines, touches Stede’s face.
“Yes,” Stede says, voice strained. It’s half a confirmation, but half a question too. Ed needs to answer it.
“Love you,” Ed manages to gasp out, and Stede’s eyes slam shut, buries his face in Ed’s neck.
Stede loses his rhythm and fucks Ed like an animal. Ed clings to him. He buries his fingers in Stede’s hair and holds him close, rakes his fingernails up his back before getting a grip on him. Ed takes deep, dizzying breaths as he fights every urge in his body to get away from the overwhelming stimulation and motion and pressure. He wants to be this for Stede. Wants to give Stede the pleasure he needs.
He listens to Stede’s ragged breath and feels the moment it happens – Stede thrusts into him deep, crushes himself against Ed’s body. Ed’s whole body feels frayed, nerves flayed open, but he can still feel the subtle flex of Stede’s throbbing cock inside of him. Ed holds his breath as Stede pants and whines into the crook of his neck. Ed runs soothing fingers through his hair, down his back while Stede fills him up.
The buzzing in Ed’s body slowly, slowly starts to ebb away into a bone deep satisfaction that makes him feel heavy, exhausted, like he won’t be able to move again for quite some time.
Stede takes a deep breath in and lets out a heated sigh before pressing closer still. Ed clenches around Stede’s softening cock, for just a little bit of retaliation, and Stede lets out a startled noise of protest, almost a laugh. He starts to pull out and Ed means to wrap his legs around Stede to hold him there, but he can’t quite manage it. A little thrill of panic goes up his throat because he doesn’t want Stede gone yet.
“Stay,” Ed croaks.
Stede pauses in his movements, and slowly presses back inside of him. Ed sighs in relief, feels his body go even more boneless against the table. Stede kisses him where he’d been hiding his face, chaste and sweet. Kisses up his throat, along the cut of his jaw. When he reaches Ed’s lips, Ed reacts slowly, but the kiss soothes his nerves, no longer painfully sensitive, but still shivering and settling. He sinks down while Stede kisses him sweetly as their bodies return to equilibrium.
When Stede pulls back again, Ed lets him. He closes his eyes and is vaguely aware of Stede’s hands petting at his hips while he slowly pulls out. A flutter of pleasure and pain when Stede pulls out completely, the familiar warmth of Stede pouring out of him caught by – something. Stede is taking care of it. He hovers somewhere between waking and not as all the energy under his skin seems to have turned into something leaden making it impossible to move. He can feel Stede’s touch, knows he’s taking care of Ed with tender affection. Ed just floats.
Eventually he is gently pulled up to sitting. It takes far too much effort. Stede guides his arms around his own neck and Ed collapses forward into Stede’s arms.
“Hello, darling,” Stede says softly.
Ed nuzzles into him.
“Can you wrap your legs around me?”
It feels much more difficult than it should, but he does as he’s told. Then he’s weightless, lifted in Stede’s arms, wrapped around his body for a few beautiful moments before he’s being softly laid down on cool sheets. He sighs happily and curls up against his pillow, already being pulled under in the sweet comfort of their bed.
He’s alone for a few minutes before the bed shifts, and Ed is being pulled against a familiar body, lined up from head to toe, face to face. A hand strokes up and down his back. Ed slides closer, tucks his face under Stede’s chin and feels warm and safe and -
“I love you,” Stede whispers.
Loved. Stede loves him. It’s the last coherent thought Ed has before he slips into sleep.
Fingers against his jaw. Light on his face. He opens his eyes to see Stede’s face very close to his own.
“Sorry,” Stede says quickly, “I shouldn’t have… you should rest.”
Ed smiles at him, his eyes fluttering shut again as he savors the warmth and comfort of being so close. He’s naked and his mind feels remarkably clear. When he remembers the night before, a pleasant warmth spreads through his body. He stretches and feels all the beautiful ways his body remembers their mind-blowing night. His abs and thighs are sore from the effort of riding Stede without any leverage. He can feel his shoulder smarting from where Stede had nearly taken a bite out of him. And that deep, familiar ache inside of him. Each sensation is a little treasure.
But when he opens his eyes, Stede looks worried.
“Hey,” Ed says, “What’s-
“Are you okay?” Stede interrupts.
Ed falters.
“Of course,” Ed says, “Better than… are you okay?”
Stede’s eyebrows are still furrowed as he looks at Ed.
“I messed it all up,” Stede says, voice heavy with remorse.
“What?” Ed asks, starting to really wake up now.
“You never ask for anything and the one time you ask to do something, I go and ruin it and then you were so out of it, I was afraid I had – I had – hurt you or it had been too much or – ”
“Stede, hey,” he says quickly, getting a hand on the side of Stede’s neck, “I’m not hurt. It wasn’t too much. It was… fucking incredible.”
“I broke the rules,” Stede says, eyes falling away from Ed’s as he touches the bruise on his shoulder with a fingertip.
“You didn’t, actually,” Ed says gently, “I never told you to stop. That was the rule. You were allowed to touch me however you wanted until I told you to stop.”
Stede raises his eyes to Ed’s, uncertain and maybe a little scared.
“Stede,” Ed says firmly, “I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t want you to stop.”
“So it was okay?” Stede asks.
“Stede,” Ed laughs, “It was insane. Like, maybe the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Mind-blowing.”
Stede smiles just barely.
“Hey,” Ed says seriously, “Are you okay?”
Stede’s smile fades into a worried frown, “Yes… I… perhaps I’m being silly. I just woke up this morning and was scared I had… taken things too far. Pushed you too far. Especially when I wasn’t supposed to be doing any of that.”
“Love,” Ed says seriously, “That was kind of the point.”
“What was?”
“I mean yes, the point of the game was to give me a chance to make you the center of attention for once, but it was also to see how long it would take you to break.”
Ed watches Stede react as he pushes a curl off his forehead.
“Right, but… well… I guess that makes sense in hindsight,” he sounds genuinely chagrined but Ed can see that he’s less worried, “And it certainly worked.”
Ed laughs, low and heavy with sweet joy and love. He smoothly climbs on top of Stede who happily rolls onto his back and lets Ed kiss him. Stede is naked too, a rare thing in their bed, and Ed cherishes the feeling of their bodies touching, sleep-warm and loose.
“Did you enjoy it?” Ed asks before kissing Stede’s cheeks one at a time.
Stede laughs helplessly, eyes looking strange and a little distant.
“Obviously,” he says, “It was… I don’t think I’ve ever quite felt that way…”
“When?”
Stede’s eyes focus on him again.
“You know when,” Stede says sternly.
Ed’s smile widens. Can’t help it, the memory of Stede’s voice growling “Two” against his asshole before tongue-fucking him into oblivion makes his whole body flush with arousal. Maybe Stede can tell already because his voice is lower when he speaks again.
“From now on I’ll have to take every opportunity to get my fingers inside you…” he says, one hand traveling down Ed’s back, “Didn’t realize how insane it would make me to watch you be filled up by anything else.”
“You already take most every opportunity.”
And there – Stede slides a finger down between his cheeks and Ed gasps, squirms and humps his hips down against Stede’s naked thigh, half-hard cock making a valiant effort to get to full-mast.
“Not enough,” Stede says easily.
“Stede,” Ed warns.
Stede’s smile turns a little wicked.
“Are you going to tell me to stop?”
His voice is coy and eyebrows raised as he echoes the words from the night before.
Ed fucking loves this lunatic more than he knew was possible.
“No,” Ed says.
“Good.”