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Ed's in heaven. He's basically been reduced to a helpless ragdoll while his husband rides him in what he can only think of as a skillful and pleasurable assault. Thankfully their bed is large enough for him to be sprawled out, his arms helpless weights flung straight out to the side.
Fuck, Stede looks good. He's decked himself out today in a seemingly innocent oversized sweater and an absolutely NOT innocent flirty skirt.
Gone is the sweater, but Stede's kept the skirt on while Ed's love drunk and succumbs to kisses and touches and downright being absolutely gone for this perfect lunatic perched on his lap.
The kisses started off sweet but quickly grew in intensity, both men desperate to get more contact and more physical with one another.
But Stede keeps the damn skirt on and throws one leg over Ed's thighs, straddling him with a coy curve to his lips. He’s magnetic, and Ed’s eyes can’t help but travel over the span of Stede’s chest, and the smattering of hair that trails down and disappears into the top of the skirt. Then they snap back to take in the mischievous expression on Stede’s face. His grin widens the instant they lock eyes.
Ed's been caught gazing at him.
"What?" Stede asks playfully.
"Just appreciating the view." Ed bites his lower lip and stifles a moan when Stede rocks down on his clothed arousal.
"Gonna give you a lot more to appreciate." Stede deftly pitches forward to shove enough of Ed's clothing aside and free his dick. Ed practically yelps when he realizes that there is no hesitance in his husband's actions as he lines Ed's cock up with his opening and sinks down.
There is also no resistance.
Stede's prepped himself.
Stede had gotten himself dolled up and fingered himself open, all while Ed was handling a few of the day's errands.
"You minx." Ed grabs at him, holding onto Stede's waist so he can help him settle down onto his lap, taking Ed's dick to the hilt.
"Your minx," Stede teases. "Got a problem with that?" He starts a slow and steady pace, languidly bouncing on Ed's cock.
"N-no..." Ed gets out. "Absolutely no problem...ahh...fucking hell, Stede," he moans, eyes rolling back a little as Stede takes him. His husband feels so good. It's hard not to get lost in the sensation of Stede's heat and the way he shifts his hips.
Stede speeds up, small breathy pants coming quicker and doing a stellar job of helping the want and arousal in Ed's core to reach a boiling over point. It's so hard not to grab Stede's hips and flip them because Ed wants nothing more than to fuck into Stede with abandon.
But, he doesn't.
He lets Stede have his way with him. It's really not much of a hardship keeping things this way because he gets to watch Stede work and has a chance to watch the blissful expressions wash over Stede's face.
He's happy being Stede's plaything right now. And it is mind-blowingly hot to watch Stede use his body for his own pleasure. But it's more than that. Stede's pulling out tricks he knows Ed likes, reminding Ed that his husband is always concerned about Ed's pleasure as well.
It goes on like that, Stede greedy for Ed’s dick and Ed more than happy to give it to him. Stede’s weight slams down in determination, each bounce making the bed shake.
Regaining some of his ability to think, Ed remembers he can move his arms enough to creep one of his hands under Stede's skirt, reaching towards the man’s dick. It's hot and heavy in Ed's palm and he quickly wraps his fingers around it.
Stede has a great dick. It would almost be a shame that Stede has obscured Ed's view of it with the folds of the skirt if the whole picture of Stede keeping the skirt on while riding him wasn't just a smidge better at the moment.
"Nuh-uh," Stede scolds, slapping Ed's hand away. "Be a good boy and let me focus," Stede chides.
And if Ed said that command doesn't make him shiver, he'd be lying. He’s weak in the knees and swooning hard. His whole body reacts to Stede's words and he immediately drops his hand. He can be good for Stede....for now.
He can watch Stede writhe on top of him. He lets the man work but Ed allows himself to buck his hips up just enough to ensure his cock makes a thorough impact and has Stede groaning.
He can let this happen for a while.
But, eventually, Ed doesn't feel like being good anymore. He wants to be devious and naughty and absolutely destroy Stede with both his hand and his dick. Grinning, he thrusts up with a quick snap of his hips, enough to distract Stede before his hand sneaks under the skirt again.
This time, Ed doesn't remove his hand after a fleeting touch of Stede's dripping arousal. Instead, he sets a brutal pace, pumping Stede's dick with deft fingers and teasing twisting movements.
It's not long before Stede's shaking. Stede's good at multi-tasking but he starts to lose composure, babbling a series of praise and affirmations and declaring that everything feels so fucking good.
Then he's coming into Ed's fist and splattering ropes of come along the inside of the skirt.
Ed revels in it all, working Stede through his release with calculated pumps of his fist. Somehow his husband looks both ethereal and debaucherous. "God you're gorgeous," he says sensually, voice gravelly.
Stede slumps forward for a moment and Ed thinks maybe he broke his husband.
But he should know better than that. He really should.
He knows Stede's on a mission to soak up every moment he and Ed share together. Every sexual encounter is cherished and appreciated.
So, when Stede starts to move again and speed up his hips, when he starts to ride Ed with renewed vigor, Ed gasps.
"Shit!" Ed braces himself on the bed and tries to breathe but Stede's knocking each breath out of him. He's rising up on his knees so that only the tip of Ed's dick is left inside him and he angles his hips downward to take the length of him.
Ed married a succubus. And before he can even laugh about that, Stede is coaxing every type of moan, groan, and whimper out of his lips. Stede's opening constricts around his length and he savors being buried inside his husband.
"I'm gonna come," he babbles stupidly.
"Not before I do," Stede says in such a serious statement that Ed's genuinely confused.
And then Stede really gets to work. He rolls hips in a brutal rhythm and just before he slams down for a final time, his body goes rigid and tremors make their way through his muscles. He leans forward and plants his palms on Ed’s chest to brace himself.
Ed, fingers leaving bruises on Stede's hips, gasps when his orgasm finally crashes into him. His release hits him in waves, making his vision hazy as he paints Stede's insides. He bites his lip hard enough to bleed as each new sensation rattles though him until he is once again a ragdoll pinned under his husband's weight.
Stede collapses into Ed's arms, allowing himself to bury his face in Ed's neck and breathe him in while he recovers from the exertion of their escapades. "I told you to be good," Stede mumbles.
"Was it not good?" Ed presses a kiss into Stede's sweat damped hair.
"I didn't say that." Stede kisses the area just below his ear, voice a husky whisper. "It felt fucking great. Felt so great I had to go and have another orgasm about it."
Ed snorts. Well, that helps things make more sense. "I was good for a little bit," Ed says as ways of weaseling out of disobeying Stede.
"Typical pirate." But Stede's anything but cross about it. He's playful, despite the exhaustion.
"You love it."
"I do," Stede laughs. "With you? Anything. Always."
And Ed's so glad he's signed up for all of that.
For always. Forever.
Just as Ed’s starting to feel warm and fuzzy, he hears his husband warn, “but you better listen to me next time.”
Instead of answering, Ed cups Stede’s face in his hands and draws him in for a long kiss. They both know there is going to be a next time which is what makes everything so wonderful. And Ed’s happy to be good for Stede in the future. He’s also just as excited to be bad .
“Can’t make any promises if you wear that skirt next time,” Ed teases.
“This skirt? Heavens no!” Stede scoffs. “You've gone and made a mess out of this one. I have other options to choose from.”
Other options? Ed’s heart trips over itself. His husband is absolutely going to be the death of him. But at least the view will be worth it.