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“No, for the love of fuck, Stede, you’re doing this all wrong,” Ed says, planting his hands on his knees as he sits in the chair. “He’s not made of fucking glass. Move, that’s enough.” He stands and moves across the room to the bed where Stede is gently fingering Izzy, of all things.
“There’s nothing wrong with slow and sweet, darling,” Stede counters, pulling back reluctantly, Izzy whining under him.
“No, there isn’t, on any normal day, but he asked to be fucked good and proper. That two-fingered easy shit is not what he needs.” Stede stands and moves to the seat that Ed had vacated, pulling it closer to the bed. Ed crawls over Izzy, leaning down so he’s right next to his ear. “Is it, baby? Not today, hm?”
“No. Edward, please…” Izzy whines, arching his chest up to Ed’s, eyes fluttering shut.
“Patience is a virtue, but I certainly don’t have any tonight.” Ed nips across Izzy’s collarbones, harsh and quick, one of his hands running up Izzy’s thigh, trailing over to his cunt, thumb brushing over his clit. He’s already wet, on account of Stede’s slow and lazy fingering. Three of Ed’s fingers slip inside of him, not hesitating for a moment as he thrusts them in and out, running over Izzy’s g-spot each time.
Izzy bends up further, bending nearly in half, hips shifting down to meet Ed thrust for thrust. “This is what he means by good and proper, love. You’re not going to break him, I promise. I’ve tried.”
“Edward…” Izzy groans, and Ed knows exactly what that means. It’s begging, Ed’s favorite sound to come from Izzy’s mouth.
“Yeah, precious? You wanna show Stede how I tried to break you? Show him the real meaning of good proper?” Ed asks, the pace of his fingers fucking Izzy not letting up.
“Please, Ed, please, please, I need it.”
“Alright, alright. You know you have to settle first.” Ed slows the pace of his fingers,gradually stilling them. Izzy lets himself fall back against the bed, whining just a bit, always hating the parts that he has to be still. “It’s just for a bit, Izz, you’ll be fine.”
Once Izzy has settled, Ed pets a hand along his thin, gentling the shaking that had started to flow through him. He spreads his fingers wide inside of Izzy, pushing against his walls, stretching them.
“You take your time for this part, love,” he directs over to Stede, but he doesn’t look up. “As much as he loves it, we don’t really want to hurt him.” With his hand still inside Izzy, he extends to the side, opening the bedside drawer so he can pull out the lube. “And even though he normally doesn’t need it, always have this on hand. Again, we don’t want to hurt him.”
He always gets a rush when he talks about Izzy like this, like he’s not in the room, like he’s not under him, like his fingers aren’t inside him. When he feels that Izzy is stretched enough, Ed drips a bit of lube onto his hand and lines up his pinky with the rest of his fingers, pressing in.
“Fuck,” Izzy breathes, tossing an arm over his eyes, biting his lip as he inhales.
“Watch your mouth,” Ed hisses, knowing that Izzy will do just about anything he says right now. He works his hand up to the top of his palm into Izzy, feels the stretch of him and knows they’re almost there. “Now here’s the hottest part. Are you watching, Stede?”
“Yes, love, I’m watching,” Stede replies, sounding like he’s short of breath.
Ed lays his fingers over each other, tucking his thumb in as he presses his hand the rest of the way inside Izzy. He almost screams with it, and Ed knows it’s been a while since they’ve done this, so he takes his time curling his hand into a fist, watches as Izzy adjusts. And then he sees Izzy nod, just a bit, and Ed knows he’s fine.
Ed starts slow at first, easing him into it, twisting his hand as he thrusts it in and out, looking up at Izzy’s face, watching as his mouth falls open in a silent moan. Once he’s stopped fisting the sheets to either side of his hips, Ed grips one of them and picks up the pace, holding Izzy down as he fucks him with his fist.
“This is what he means when he says good and proper,” he says to Stede, still not moving his eyes from Izzy, getting lost in the silent screams that refuse to make their way out of his throat. “Come on, Iz, try a little harder, let me hear you.”
Izzy stutters, his breath tripping for a moment. “Jesus, Edward, yes this is exactly what I needed. Thank you.”
“Such good manners, baby. Show Stede how you come for me when you get fucked like this, come on.”
Izzy nods, tries his best to shift his hips up, to meet Ed where he is, but he’s kept still, Ed keeping him pressed into the mattress. He makes him take it, and he feels Izzy start to clench around him, feels his legs start to shake. Ed doesn’t stop, fucks him through it, watches as Izzy squirts, letting out his own moan as it hits his arm.
“That’s it, you precious thing, that’s what I wanted to see,” Ed praises, hand soothing over Izzy’s hip. “Keep going, baby, give me more. I know you can. I’m not stopping until I’ve wrung you dry.”
“Yessir, oh my god, Edward, please,” Izzy gasps, voice shaking.
He comes again and again and again, Ed never even pausing his thrusts. When Izzy reaches down to grip the wrist of the hand he has on his hip, Ed does pause, fist still buried inside him, moving minutely.
“Enough?”
“Mm,” Izzy hums, holding on tight to Ed as he breathes. “Enough. Four is more than enough.”
Ed smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss to Izzy’s cheek, carefully uncurling his fist inside of him, pulling it out as slow as possible, watching Izzy’s oversensitivity cross his face. It’s been a bit since Ed was able to give Izzy this, and watching him take everything he gave him? Well, Ed doesn’t think it’s possible for him to fall more in love with him, and yet here he is.
He kisses all over his face again, making his way to Izzy’s mouth, capturing his lips and kissing him thoroughly. Izzy responds immediately, lifting his arms to hang them heavily over Ed’s neck.
“What else do you need?” he asks, pulling back to look in Izzy’s eyes, his clean hand pushing hair off of his forehead. “Anything at all.”
“Water. And you.”
“Well you already have me. Stede, love, can you go get our boy some water?”
“Of course,” Stede replies, standing from the chair and making his way downstairs.
Ed collapses on top of Izzy and lets himself laugh, because it was all so ridiculous. “He really didn’t understand what that meant.”
Izzy laughs along with him, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he pulls Ed closer. “No, he didn’t, but I think he would have given it a valiant effort after he actually got his cock inside me. He still has a one track mind when it comes to this stuff. He thinks he has to get his dick wet for anyone else to get any pleasure.”
“I do not,” Stede scoffs as he makes his way back into the room, the tallest glass they have filled almost to the brim with water in one hand, and one of his decadent chocolate bars in the other. “I just know how much Izzy enjoys soft and slow before fast and hard. Forgive me for no diving headlong into it.”
Ed sits up, pulling Izzy along with him, settling him back against the headboard, reaching out for the snacks and things that Stede has brought. “Water first, Iz,” he says, pointedly keeping the chocolate in his hand.
“Fuckin’ bossy,” Izzy mumbles, taking the glass of water from him, having to hold it with both hands to keep it steady. He takes generous sips, drinking about half the glass before he sets it aside, holding out his hand. “Now give me my fuckin’ chocolate.”
“Manners.”
“Give me my fuckin’ chocolate, please.”
Ed rolls his eyes but hands it over, even going to far as to split the top of the package for him. Izzy smiles, peeling it down and popping one of the caramel filled squares into his mouth. Some of the sticky-sweet filling sticks to Izzy’s lip, and Ed can’t resist leaning forward to kiss it off of him.
It’s sweet and it’s slow and it’s the perfect thing to bring the two of them down. Stede sits on the edge of the bed, running his hand up Izzy’s thigh and his other down Ed’s back. And it’s soft.