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Stede walks to his car, glistening beneath the rain. He’s in love with his car. His shoes squeak like Squidward, and his landlord watches him from the balcony of the office, an angry short man by the name of Igreal.
“Be careful pulling out, Bonnet! Looks pretty slick and wet!” Iggy said. Stede frowned, and hurried to close the door. The scent of oranges filled his nose as he sat on the leather seat. His favorite car scentsy still going strong.
The drive is dull, with only one car getting close to cutting him off. He turns left into the Whole Foods, the parking lot nearly full when he finds a black vintage truck pulling out, with a leather clad long haired driver Stede. The bumper displays a sticker: “CBT for U + Me”
Stede thanks the man with a slight nod, and then promptly arrives. He speed struts to get a reasonably clean cart, one without a broken wheel preferably.
The entrance opens, the stores doors saying “jade gate”. He beelines left towards the pharmacy to call in his Valium & grab his tums before traipsing around the store. The pharmacists eye him, and then each other. Stede hopes to get the one with the orange lanyard, as the smaller pharmacist seems threatening. “Next in line!” Shouts the smaller shaggy haired pharmacist with a leather wrist band. “Jim” their name-tag reads.
“We close in an hour so I’d hurry up if I were you” said Jim as Stede slowly approached. Stede stutters before he gives his birthdate and last name, and just like that he has his prescription and is headed toward the fresh fruits.
He squeezes a few juicy melons, the feeling is unfamiliar. He skips past them as he’d just had his melon knives sharpened and it was rather expensive. Careening towards the vegetables, he admires the girth and length of a rather impressive eggplant. He holds it, feeling at home. Stede walks over to the avocados, groping them them with the ferocity of a cis-het male teenage boy that hasn’t learned boundaries yet. One of these must be usable, and yet they all feel too soft. He reaches under the main display and finds a plump, semi-firm one. He moans. A weather-beaten bald man with quite a unique birthmark passes by, looking disgusted. Stede stops groping in time to play it off as a groan from his bad back.
Stede moseys over to the salad, remembering what his urologist said about a healthy diet. As he walks by, a man carrying a rack of ribs and twinkies almost hits him with his cart. “Watch out twinkerbell” said the gruff man with the odor of cigarillos & Mickeys 40oz malt liquor. Paired with his ridiculous hair and handlebar mustache, the man would be disgusting if Stede hadn’t been feeling particularly depraved today. Despite his cock throbbing, Stede continues to the salad.
An array of lush vegetation awaits, none of which sounds particularly edible to Stede but which he pretends to consider buying before walking over to the deli. He nods at the bald dairy supplier and the curly haired butcher with crazy eyes, before asking for the fattest rump. The butcher and farmer giggle, sharing knowing glances. “You’ve got a fairly big one already. How big you want it? Do you want it lean or real fat? We have a few that jiggle I could pull from behind—I mean- the back”
“I- I don’t know maybe just a little jiggle sir” mutters Stede. “The names Roach, just let me know how jiggly you want it and I’ll slap it down for you” said the butcher. Stede sweats, notices his dick is still hard as the smell of cigarillos hits his nose again.
“Get this lady some fatty pork before I pork his fat” said the gruff man. Stede turned around, flushed and clammy, to see the man is a mere 3 inches from his face and smirking. Stede flees to the safety of the nearest aisle.
Panting, Stede realizes he’s in danger. He’s hidden away in the snack aisle— riddled with all his favorite foods. Oreos, peanut butter, captain crunch. He reminisces on the feeling of a torn up roof of his mouth only the smooth glide of a cock can soothe. In theory. He forms a plan: hide from the gruff man with an irresistible disgusting appeal and then buy his huge cut of meat and go home. Only issue is, he can’t pull himself from the shelves when he spots the boxes upon boxes of La Croix. Every flavor he's ever enjoyed right there.
His cart squeaks as he puts 4 separate boxes in it. Mustached man may have heard it, but Stede doesn’t care anymore. Frenzied by the presence of Key Lime, Limoncello, berry, raspberry, his mind goes blank. He shuffles over to peek at the butcher again, the threat seemingly dissipated. There he is. The rump.
He approaches the counter and asks how much, to which the butcher replies “$45 (NZD)”. Stede pulls out his coin purse and slaps the money down, before massaging the rump with his right thumb, complimenting the butcher and thanking him before shoving it in his stuffed cart.
He gets a sudden shiver down his spine. There’s an unwelcoming presence nearby, immediately a bottle of soy sauce falls to the ground, shattering. The floor, soying.
“If that’s not an omen I don’t know what is” he thinks to himself, the hair on his neck raises, his arms break out in goosebumps. He looks to his left with his eyes only, and let’s out a yelp at the sight of a burly tattooed man lumbering toward him. He leaps to the side, trying desperately to avoid the man, but failing. The man tackles him, Stede looks up to see he very nearly missed an endcap sign that had fallen and would've surely given him a bump to write home about.
“What the— well, thank you?” Stede musters, his heart pounding out of his chest at a rhythm not unlike the pounding of his ass when he’s getting fucked good. “Please don’t sue us, I’m so sorry. I’ve told them to fix that sign holder for months now but they never listen and I can’t afford to lose this job, my roommate will leave me and he’s my whole world” says the man, with the name tag of “W.J.”
“Oh god I’d never! I’m just glad I’m left unscathed, I’ve had my fair share of injuries and id like to avoid when possible. Thank you!” Stede says. He gathers himself and stands up, shaking W.J.'s hand. Stede gathers himself, before realizing a good percent of the stores customers are watching the chaotic display. He blushes and scurries off while he fixes his disheveled shirt. Finally, after all the struggle and hardship he makes it to the line. It’s almost as long as the last dick he took, but he’s known for lasting a while so he’s patient. Peeking over the people in front of him to make the wait less boring, he sees a tall dark haired woman dressed in the nicest crushed velvet he’s ever seen, suddenly considering what it’d be like to be her lesbian lapdog despite his very much homo ways. He shrugs off those thoughts, and goes back to peering.
He sees a shorter woman, who feels oddly familiar. She puts her Chex mix and fabric softener on the check out counter before Stede realizes it’s his ex-gf Mary. He hadn't seen her since they came out to one another (Mary as bi, Stede as a f*g). He doesn’t have time to chat so he pretends he didn’t see her, hunching behind the short angry man in front of him in a fit of panic. The short man feels Stede graze the back of his fleece coat and sternly says “back up, you twat!” Stede stands up slightly, and when he sees Mary had completely left he jolts straight up, nocking the short man down in the process.
The short man starts hurling insults, calling him a sissy and a knob. Stede wonders if this could also be how the short man flirts. (It is).
Before he could land a punch, the short man is peeled off of Stede like an old glove by a man that also looks vaguely familiar. He’d seen him before, just couldn’t place quite where, until he noticed a graphic logo on the right breast of his shirt. It read “CBT 4 U + Me”. Instantly Stede remembers the big truck that had given him his spot! The man grabs Stede’s arm and apologizes for the short man’s behavior, his baby cow eyes staring at Stede with slight concern. Stede nearly faints, all the blood pooling in his massive cock.
“Sorry mate, my man can get a little worked up sometimes” he huffs, looking disappointingly at the short man. “The names Edward” he says.
Edward eyes Stede like he’s picturing leaning him over the counter and fucking his brains out right then and there. Stede tries to form words but all that escapes his lips is “nnnggggGggg”. “Did the little guy break you?!” Edward says, exasperated and pinching the short man’s arm. Stede collects himself and manages to say a full word: “no!” He professes.
Edward grabs Stede’s hand, now holding the short man and him at the same time like some incensed threesome from hell, and then swiftly releases. Stede shivers, the touch of a man unlike anything he thought he’d experience that fateful supermarket day. He intended on just squeezing some melons and moving on, but something more powerful was happening here. Something… feral. Primal. True and uninhibited. Until he realized what was in his hand. A business card. Not with any phone number, nor a hotel room key like he’d hoped. But a business card. To a therapeutic practice. Called CBT 4 U + Me. Cognitive behavior therapy. The attractive man just suggested he needs therapy. Stede scoffs, pausing to process the information. He’s half shocked, half outraged. But the man winks as he walks away, the smell of cedar wood and amber left in his wake. Stede will think about that when he fucks his fist later.
He double checks the card, noticing a pencil indentation on the back side, only barely visible in the fluorescent store lights. It seems to say “Teach”. The cashier asks if he wants to pay cash or card, pulling him from his dick fueled daze.
“Are ye ready to pay??” The irritated balding man says. “Oh yes, sorry” Stede huffs, slapping his platinum card on the counter instead of putting it into the chip reader. Maybe he is a twat, he thinks. The cashier ignores this faux pas, instead opting to comment on how Stede was just humiliated: “ye seemed rather weak then, if ye don’t mind me sayin”. Stede feels pathetic, like a cuck watching his partner get fucked (wouldn’t be the first time). He declines to answer the man.
He tries to shove his card in the slit, fumbling as men of his homo persuasion often do in these circumstances. It doesn’t help that his heart rate is through the roof, and has the Scottish man staring him down. He finally manages to penetrate for once, and leaves in a hurry.
Just as Stede saunters out of the store, he sees the creepy man slap the ass of Edward, saying “thanks for the lift, sweet cheeks” before hopping in the bed of the truck. Stede notices that Edward left a loaf of bread in his cart after loading up, clearly distracted by the disgusting man slapping his ass. He picks it up and tries to chase after the truck to no avail. He holds the loaf to his chest, and takes a sniff. The bread just smells like bread. But he imagines the yeast-y hint left in the odor came from the man’s pussy. He held it close and felt a tear fall from his right eye, the gay eye.
He feels his dick twitch a little thinking of eating it. The bread and the pussy. He’s never been into food play before but this could change things. But he knew what he needed to do: return the loaf to its rightful owner.
He tears his mind away from the impure thoughts which compare discharge and cum to a nice white sauce given with a slice of fresh bread and the best pasta ever made, instead focusing on finding where this Edward is from and how he can return his bread to him.
He knows he must work quickly, bread is notorious for not lasting long, a reputation he is familiar with and also holds. He googles ‘CBT’ and is thoroughly shocked and easily distracted from his goal for a short time. After two videos and a Wikipedia search he goes back to his hunt. He types it correctly this time, and finds a clinic about 12 miles from the store. He loads up his car and turns on some music to accompany the car ride. He plays Phoebe Bridgers bc “she’s like the gayer Taylor”.
He bops as the gps directs him to the clinic. It’s downtown, in the busiest part of the city. Cars turning left at red lights kinda deal. He’s frightened but the adrenaline just shoots to his cock as usual. His face however goes pale. He ignores the bodily reactions he’s having.
He finally pulls up, a black door with the unit numbers “69”, the familiar truck greeting him at the curb. He walks up, his palms sweating and his face distorted in a really unbecoming way which he tries to mask. He knocks. No answer. He knocks again. Finally the door creaks open, the short man answering and immediately screaming “ED THE MADMAN FOLLOWED US HOME!!! BRING YOUR GUN, I'LL HANDLE HIM!”
Stede backs away like the bitch he is, tumbling backwards off the curb and bumping his head on the truck bumper as he falls. Darkness.
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Stede hears faint rustling. Then the “fuapushh” of a garbage bag. Then he feels something. Someone’s grabbing his legs, pulling them, he feels a rug below him giving him friction burn. He hears the frantic cries of Ed, begging his companions to stop. Stede rolls his eyes open, only to see the short man pulling his left leg and the creepy man pulling his right. Stede screams wildly. The men instantly drop his legs and back away, clearly startled by Stede’s awakening.
“WHAT THE FUCK” the short man exclaims. The creepy man starts laughing uncontrollably and piss starts streaming down his pant leg. Ed yells, begging for everyone to calm down. He makes his way over to Stede, looking down at the pale man covered in spots of dried blood.
“Stede Bonnet, I presume” Stede hopes the dark haired, leather clad man will say.
“What the fuck were you thinking, jackass?” He says instead. Stede hesitates, looking around for the bread. Ed follows Stede's gaze, and spots the loaf in the doorway, slightly crushed but in salvageable condition.
“fucking BREAD?! You followed us to give us bread???” Ed shouts, exacerbated. “That fucking freak!!” The short man yells.
“That was some freaky shit man” His companion musters.
Stede's mind is rushing, what the fuck just happened?? And why is all he can think about is the size of Ed’s cock in those pants?? He needs to focus, quick. “I didn’t mean to startle you all, I just saw the address on the website for your clinic!“ he professed. “I swear I just wanted to bring your bread that you dropped at the store, I had no ill intent, honestly. Were you going to put me in a trash bag?!” Stede's mouth and mind racing, but he is calmer than he should be given the circumstances.
“No—“ Ed gets cut off as the short man bursts out “YEAH BECAUSE YOU LOOK DEAD, TWAT!” Ed turns and pulls the angry man by the shirt of his collar “IZZY! SHUT UP!” he demands.
Izzy. The irate mini attack dog has a name. Stede thinks there’s something familiar about this short man, but his mind is otherwise compelled by the admission. “WELL CLEARLY IM VERY MUCH ALIVE! Can I go now?!” He huffs, hoping this doesn’t become an even more precarious scene.
“Yeah mate give us a minute” Ed says. The three men huddle up, arguing in hushed tones. The gross one chortles and says “sorry, didn’t mean to piss on your boots” to Izzy. The stream of piss seemed to go on forever after Stede awoke. Like at least 2 minutes.
Stede questions if that’s a sign of a healthy or unhealthy bladder, but judging by the scent and color its likely the latter. His mind snaps back just in time to see the men unhuddle.
“You can go” Edward says calmly. He goes to help Stede up, when Stede's legs buckle under him and they both topple over. Just Stede’s luck, falling while getting up. Pathetic. Ed lets out a pained grunt, which alarms Stede. He punched out “sorry!” before realizing the man is fully on top of him, Ed’s body weight having an unusually soothing effect on the otherwise stressed Stede.
Stede shifts to his back, allowing Ed to get up as Israel helps Ed to his feet. “Cmon boss” he says gently, the calmest he’s ever been around Stede. Stede would’ve melted had he not felt like he’d been run over by two pavement trucks, and slammed with several sandbags.
“Can I get some help?” Stede asks, his head throbbing. His dick was too, after all the physical contact from Eds body. But he played it cool, waving his hands trying to get the demon cowboy to help. “CJ!!” Ed yelled, and he grumbled before walking over to Stede. Suddenly Stede was upright in no time at all. CJ must have what the kids call a “sleeper build” but instead he just looks disgusting and is secretly strong under the layer of filth. Stede thanks CJ, who he assumes, or rather hopes, only grabbed Stede's ass by accident when helping him up. Although he did hover a bit. Stede turns to Izzy and Ed and starts to say “can I go?” Before Ed cuts him off with a soft “oh god”. Stede feels something drip down the side of his head. He touches his hand to his temple, a flow of warm liquid with a color not unlike Hawaiian Punch covering his hand. He’s bleeding. Everyone looks at him, terrified like he’d just dropped dead (again). But Stede just decides to leave anyway. As he starts walking to the door, Ed commands both men to grab him. Izzy sets Ed down on the ornate leather chair, and rushes his tiny body between Stede and the door. Everything looked fuzzy, but Stede still tried to leave.
“Hey mate, why don’t you sit down for a bit? You’re free to go but this looks serious” Ed said softly, his gruff sexy voice reduced to silk.
Stede’s seeing spots, his hearts pounding and his head feels like it’s loose inside his skull. Like loose change (a concept he hardly remembers, as he’s a platinum card— not cash— man these days). Ed grabs Stede, Izzy wiping his hands off, disgusted. Stede stares at Ed. Beautiful, brown eyed god-like Ed. He wonders how he ever got to be in the arms of someone so beautiful. He considers faking another fainting, but figures they’d think he was dead for sure this time.
The warm touch of Ed’s slightly rough hand, the subtle smell of expensive coffee on his breath, all adding to Stede's stupor and subsequent dickmatization, the man was impossible to ignore and equally as risky to acknowledge.
Stede pleads with his injured brain to not speak these thoughts, but upon this request his brain drifts further. Imagining the curve of his cock, the way his breath catches as his cum is swallowed, the way he’d pull Stede's hair and fuck his pretty little mouth—
He realizes what he’s done. He’s made himself irrecoverably hard. He tries to gather his thoughts again when he realizes Ed is speaking to him. He has been this whole time.
“What?” Stede says. “Can you follow my fingers? I’m trying to make sure you’re not concussed” he repeats.
Stede obliges. Up, down, left, right. He might see two of Ed’s fingers instead of one, but he won’t be admitting to it anytime soon. “I think I’m fine” Stede insists. Ed cups his hand, “you may think that now but I can’t let you drive after your head injury. It wouldn’t be safe for you or anyone else. I’ll make you some tea and we can check back in a bit later, okay?” He says it quickly, but with a softness. Stede melts into the couch, his mind drifting off. He’s so tired. He hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment, but he feels it now. Nodding off, his neck falls back as he starts to sink into a slumber. “Hey the man’s passin' out on our fuckin' couch!” Izzy alerted Ed.
“Well wake his ass up, then!” CJ belts out. “No, let him sleep” Ed says, quietly.
“Wont he die if he sleeps with a concussion Eddie?” Jack prods.
“Thats a myth, Jack. Relax.” Ed reassures.
“Whatever man if he dies it’s not my fault” Jack adds, walking over to the fridge for beer.
“He won’t die. Let him rest his pretty head.” Stede hears faintly before falling fast asleep.
Stede dreams of getting his dick sucked. A dream no different than he might expect on your average Wednesday night. But this time the face he sees choking on his cock has beautiful brown eyes, long black flowing hair and a leather jacket. He hopes everything was a dream.
Hopes he’ll open his eyes and will be back in his high thread count sheets, his head resting on his silk pillow case. What he finds when he opens them robs him of all hope. A dark room, with a single houseplant and about 15 books on a shelf, a mini fridge in the neighboring room. The coffee table nearest him displaying several fanned out magazines. He’s remembering bits and pieces. The bread. “Pretty head”. CBT videos. Oh god. He’s laying on a leather couch with a scratchy woven blanket. He’s definitely not at home. He frantically checks his watch. 3:52am. It’s the middle of the night and he’s in a strangers house, potentially not alone. What the fuck was he thinking tracking down someone to return their fucking bread?!
He scrambles to sit up, fully prepared to flee when suddenly a light around the corner turns on. A figures shadow emerges, tall and broad. Silently, Stede holds his breath and clutches the blanket. He's petrified. Paralyzed with fear. About to piss his pants.
Then the figure rounds the corner. A shriek escapes the throat of Stede, entirely involuntary but not exactly disproportionate to the vision he is gifted with. CJ, wearing cotton boxers (with a picture of a rooster and the text "I may be ugly but at least I have a big pecker"), no shirt, his hair a greasy mess, his hand scratching his ballsack. As Stede screams, CJ jumps back, his back hitting the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts. "WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR FREAKY ASS??"
Oh my god. He nearly pissed his pants and now the creepiest man ever was 2m from him.
"What are you talking about?? What are you doing here? What is happening?" Stede's questions were not anything he couldn't work out on his own, but more of a heat of the moment feigned confusion to explain his behavior. He could easily assume that around the corner there could be a room or even two, and Jack having negative amounts of class and decorum clearly slept there as he appears now, shirtless and filthy. It would be hot-- the tattoos on one arm and scars on the other-- except for the /literally everything else/ about him. His voice, smell, posture, affectations, each somehow equally annoying and repulsive. The erection from the adrenaline Jack had now wasn't bad, though. And Stede certainly could feel his growing. But that's simply biology.
Although, who is he to reject the nasty creepy with a horsecock..
"Everything alright out here?" Ed shouted. He stood to the side of Jack, his hair only marginally frizzier than before, his beautifully sculpted arms, his breasts--
"Yeah unless this freak wants to yell some more"
"I'm so sorry" Stede professes "I didn't mean to wake you"
"Its okay mate, don't worry. I'm sure it was Jack's fault" he looks pointedly at Jack, who responds with a punch to Ed's arm. They play fight briefly until Ed says enough. "Should I go?" Stede asks, clearly uncomfortable.
Ed considers the question for a split second before replying. "No, no, you're good, mate. Let me fetch you that tea I mentioned earlier while CJ heads back to bed." He reassures, then glares at CJ.
"Fine. Entertain the fuckwad. I'll go jack off. Whatever" Jack says under his breath.
Next thing Stede knows Ed's boiling some water in the kettle, and within a flash he has a hot cup of tea. Stede takes a sip while Ed watches intently, clearly hoping Stede is satisfied with the beverage. "Ah, it's quite sweet, isn't it?" Stede says. "Damn. You don't like it. Shit."
"No! It's just different. I like it. Thank you, Ed."
"Oh. Cool." Ed says, pleased. "Sorry I don't have much in the way of rations, but I can give my company instead."
Was he flirting? Surely Stede would know if he was. But maybe.. No, probably not.
"You look nice, all things considered. Hows your cut?"
Now he's flirting. Definitely flirting. "I don't feel it much, I think the headache is the only thing I really feel right now." It was true, his head was pounding. He goes to take a sip of his tea and Ed goes to the medicine cabinet and hands Stede some aspirin.
"Sorry about.. all this, man. Is everything else feeling okay?"
Stede doesn't want to complain, he wants to seem strong, but he cannot let this opportunity pass. "My necks a little stiff, if I'm honest."
Ed lights up. "Good news, I'm a pretty good masseuse. Scoot over."
Stede shifts to the left, and Ed sits behind him. His hands softly touch his neck, it almost feels like he's testing how Stede reacts to the touch. Stede stays still, until some more pressure coming from Ed's thumbs arrives and he lets out a soft gasp that grows into a low moan.
Ed seems proud of the noises he's getting, following the tension in the neck down to his shoulders, rubbing little circles in the tissues. Stede feels himself growing hard but remains calm, focusing on the sensations in his neck, the releasing of tension spreads warmth through him. Ed scoots closer, Stede assumes its to gain leverage over the knot he found in his right shoulder and welcomes the warmth coming from the man. Nearly involuntarily, Stede leans back until he can feel the warmth of Eds breath against his neck. Ed closes the gap, his beard grazes the nape of his neck. "Hows it?" Ed asks eagerly. "Really, really good" Stede moans. He's pretending he doesn't feel the Ed growing stiff. Innocently as ever, he shifts his weight back, his generally concave ass has a little meat when he's sitting like this. It works in his favor.
Ed gets close to his ear and whispers "you want more?" Stede could scream. "yea-- yes." Ed moves his hands down Stede's sides while he kisses his neck. The tender pets turn heavy as their breaths deepen. It’s as if they were thinking about it since they first set eyes on one another. Undoubtedly, Stede had been. But Ed could have anyone. Why Stede? He brushed off these thoughts and took the touch with a gratefulness. Ed growled in his ear, “you want me to taste you?” Stede knew he wasn’t the easiest to make come considering his age and steady decrease in hormones as a result, but he feels like a boy again. He longs for more yet fears he won’t be enough.
“Yes, fuck yes. I want you to swallow around me, I want to pull your hair and fuck your face. I want everything.” Stede says. He’s shocked he said it, baffled really. But he it slipped out and it’s met with Ed growing nearly feral with want.
He stands up, fully expecting that Stede can’t meet him there, but Stede jumps up with no hesitation. They both work his pants off, until just his boxers are left. Luckily he wore his nicest blue pair. Stede goes to take them off, but Ed slaps his hands away. “What?” Stede asks.
“Let me do it.” Ed says, his eyes deep, the black of a storm on the dark sea behind his eyes. A fierceness Stede hadn’t expected, but he should’ve. Ed slides his hand down the front above the boxers, keeping eye contact with Stede as he comes in for another kiss, wet and hot.
Stede melts into the touch, he could’ve cum from the contact alone if he was 10 years younger. He grabs at Ed’s waist, then slowly moves his fingers to his front. Trying to reach into the leather pants, Ed tells him to stop. Stede pulls back, worried he’s done something wrong.
Ed reassures him, “I want to taste you first. You’re gonna have to learn to let me be in charge. Be a good boy and stand there for me, okay?”
Stede releases the tension in his body, the ease of being out of control for once settling into him. He lets his mind go blank as Ed removes his cock from his boxers, running his thumb along the shaft as he opens his mouth slowly and begins to trace the tip with his tongue. The slightest of pressure from Ed as he makes full eye contact with Stede, sending a rush through him he hasn’t felt in years. His beautiful brown eyes batting up at him like he hung the moon himself.
Stede would almost be certain he’s still dreaming, but the sensation isn’t one he could have thought up. The slick glide around the tip of his cock, he’s growing harder by the second. The majority of the pressure is coming from Ed’s tongue piercing, which Stede had tried up until now to pretend he hadn’t noticed because he knew it’d be all he could think about if he’d allowed it. Ed’s hand moves the shaft up and down at a slow rhythm at first. Once he picks up the pace his mouth takes more and more in, meeting his hand periodically and effectively rendering Stede’s brain useless, like a horny little ball of putty.
Ed’s left hand explores other areas now, Stede's hand finding comfort within the roots of Eds bobbing head, his hair smelling of tobacco smoke that makes Stede consider taking up the habit. His hand finds it’s way to Stede’s balls, playing with them gradually holding firmer— squeezing them as Ed takes the full length of him in his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Ed’s throat and sending Stede’s head back as he moans and speaks incomprehensibly. The signals Stede’s giving must be exactly what Ed wants to hear, because the bastard quickens his pace and sucks Stede’s cock like he expects a Medal of Honor for it. He should earn one, Stede thinks.
“Fuck” Ed grumbles, full to the brim with Stede’s cock. His neck seems to be suffering from his efforts so Stede goes to support it with his admittedly sweaty hands. Ed seems more comfortable like this, the movement of his neck ceases to allow Stede to fuck his face.
Stede obliges while Ed’s eyes begin to roll back, his mouth drooling and his eyes watering with every thrust. If he could smile like this he would, instead he offers up a blissed out moan that sends a shock up Stede’s spine. Seems a loss of control is what they both like. Stede thrusts a few times more, his hips creaking slightly as he hopes that Ed doesn't notice. Ed does, but he's polite enough to ignore it. His throat takes a beating with the size of Stede's cock, but it's welcomed by the masochist Ed. He slides his mouth off Stede's cock briefly, looks up at Stede drooling and asks Stede to slap him. Stede looks down, half shocked because of the sudden stop and half because of the request. He doesn't put much thought into it, hitting the pretty man in the cheek with his cock. Ed seems to enjoy it, letting out a soft moan followed by another request: "now hit me with your hand, and do it harder." Stede hesitates, worried about the implication of the request. But he wants Ed to feel good so he takes a breath in before slapping him across the cheek. The sting warms Eds cheek, the bite of the slap making his dick hard. As if his prayers had been answered, he took the length of Stede back in his mouth, up and down even more dutifully before, moving to suck on his balls, then licking along his shaft again. As if he'd thought of nothing else since their meeting, Stede pulls the back of his head in as he gets close to cumming. He grunts, looking down at Ed with a darkness, a deep longing and intense lust. He claimed Ed's throat as his own, a hole made for his satisfaction.
Just as he's about to cum, he feels conflicted. If he does so now theres no guarantee (rather quite the opposite, based on his history) that he will be able to go again. He lets out a quick "wait--" before Ed stops and says "I want you to cum down my throat. That's all I want."
The look in his eye, the drool spilling onto his lap now, the hairs on his chest, everything in that moment is right. Taking him back in, Ed swirls his tongue, sucking him down a few more times before Stede lets out a moan followed by a hushed "fuck", which excites Ed further.
Ed moans around him, the vibration brings Stede to the edge. Ed grabs his ass and pulls him in as Stede cums in his mouth. Ed swallows him down, savoring every second. His eyes rolling back, his cheek still warm with the sting. He takes it, he's earned it.