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For months now, Stede and Izzy have been intimate.
Lying on his side with his leg and arm curled over Izzy, Stede musters up the courage to ask a question he’s been itching to ask for weeks.
“Have you ever used, um…” Stede’s eyes wander around the deck. “Toys? During intercourse, I mean?”
Izzy hums, and when Stede peers up at him, he finds a smirk curling Izzy’s lips. “Yeah. I have.”
Stede traces circles in Izzy’s chest hair. “Anything you still have?”
Izzy snorts. “No. All that’s still on Queen Anne. I’ve only got the essentials. I was in a bit of a hurry packing; had an idiotic ponce to save from a deserved fate, you might recall.”
Stede rolls his eyes, but he nuzzles into Izzy’s shoulder anyway. “I will graciously ignore what you just implied. Does that mean they’re still there?”
“Should be.”
A thrill zips through Stede at the thought. He pulls back, his eyes widening and tail twitching. “When will we be crossing paths with it next?”
Fondness crinkles Izzy’s eyes. “You should know that.”
Despite the reprimand, he hardly sounds angry. Stede pouts. “Well, I don’t.”
Izzy sighs. “Soon, lamb. I’ll let Ed and the boys know you’ll be joining us.”
Stede beams.
An entire fortnight passes before the time comes for the Queen Anne’s Revenge and the Revenge to meet.
At last, though, Stede is tagging along with Ed and Fang to visit Ivan, who now captains the ship. Stede has heard he can be quite ruthless.
However, even with the round lion ears and tail, Stede isn’t terribly intimidated. He even waves at Ivan, who gives him a brusque nod of acknowledgment.
The meeting pours in one ear and out the other, and by the time it finishes, Stede couldn’t regurgitate a word of it if he wanted to. He has been and continues to be too distracted by the idea of Izzy’s sex toys, and by the time it’s over, he feels like he’s vibrating with excitement.
Thankfully, Izzy keeps his word, silently leading Stede through the ship, which is decorated with seemingly random spikes. Stede follows behind Izzy carefully, and when he opens a nondescript door, Stede is surprised to find no one inside; he’d think space would be too scarce to keep an entire room uninhabited, but then, it’s pretty run of the mill for pirates to sleep on deck. The space is considerably larger and far more organized than Izzy’s cabin on the Revenge.
There’s even a closet, Stede finds, and while this isn’t too abnormal to him, he’s seen enough pirate ships by now to know that a closet isn’t the most common. Izzy opens the door, and in doing so, he reveals an assortment of toys that have Stede enraptured.
There are leather olisboi, a couple of jars of coconut oil, a riding crop, a pair of leather handcuffs, and an… apparatus that has Stede cocking his head.
“Looks like you’ve spotted my favorite,” Izzy says. “That’s the motorbunny.”
Stede can’t help but giggle, his eyes skipping up to Izzy’s ears. Izzy rolls his eyes.
“What do you want me to bring back, Bonnet?” Izzy asks, planting a hand on his hip, the picture of impatience. Stede’s eyes rove over the selection. He truly is spoiled for choice, but he doesn’t particularly want to choose just one or two things. He peers down at Izzy, wide-eyed.
“Can we bring them all? Please?”
Stede is entranced, watching Izzy mount the machine, which he claimed is powered by potatoes; Stede still isn’t entirely sure if Izzy is joking.
Slowly, Izzy sinks onto the leather length protruding from the saddle-like seat of the machine. Stede would be impressed at his ability to take it if not for the fact that he spent the previous ten minutes watching Izzy finger himself, all while under the orders to stay completely still.
He remains bound to that command, but he wants badly to squirm as Izzy lets out a sigh and continues breaching himself at a glacial pace. It looks like it feels divine, and Stede has his own collection of penetrative toys, but he covets this specific one approximately right now, please.
Izzy stops, leaving some of the shaft out of himself, and then he bends down to do something on the side of the toy that Stede cannot see. Stede smiles at the sight of Izzy’s tail twitching, his own mimicking the movement where it’s pinned between his shin and tailbone.
Suddenly, the toy comes alive, and it’s the most marvelous thing Stede has ever seen.
It buzzes and rotates, bringing Izzy pleasure that Stede can only imagine. Izzy writhes and moans, his ears flopping with the slight bouncing. His eyes are open, and Stede can’t look away suddenly, trapped in the darkness pooling there. He clears his throat. “May I touch myself? Please?”
He gives Izzy the biggest eyes he can manage, and Izzy scoffs. “Go ahead, if you can’t help yourself.”
It’s disdainful, but Stede can hear the want in Izzy’s voice, so he doesn’t take it to heart. It rather goes right to his cock, and he is quick to sit back and spread his legs. He rubs himself without any real commitment, just trying to take the edge off as he watches Izzy take himself apart.
“God,” Izzy groans. “Fucking missed this thing. Going to come—fuck, fuck—”
Already?! Stede blinks in astonishment as Izzy comes undone on the toy. He’s almost disappointed at how short-lived it was, though he’s happy to see Izzy in ecstasy. He rubs himself hard and fast as Izzy jolts through what must be an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Jesus,” Izzy huffs, and he leans over again, and it turns off. Stede is still in awe when Izzy looks at him again. He’s panting, twitching from ear to tail with aftershocks, but a calm smile is splayed onto his lips, and Stede feels almost unsettled by it. “Your turn, lamb.”
Heat floods Stede’s body. He didn’t think he’d get a turn!
He springs up, immediately regretting it; he isn’t exactly a spry youth. He stumbles but finds his footing just before Izzy gets into position to catch him.
“Could have just crawled over,” Izzy points out. Stede’s cheeks flush hotter at the idea. “Let me clean it off, and then it’s all yours. You should open yourself up.”
Stede reaches down, tracing a finger through his slit. It comes back sticky and shiny. He isn’t exactly sure that will be necessary.
Instead, he focuses on his hard clit while Izzy takes care of the hygiene element of sharing a toy, and it isn’t long before Izzy is patting the saddle.
It’s somewhat intimidating, but Stede steps forth anyway and lowers himself onto it. Izzy is close, so close, and Stede’s heart is pounding as the head of the toy presses past his folds and pops inside. It’s bigger than it looked, Stede finds, and he sucks in a sharp gasp at the sensation.
“You’re lucky I put coconut oil on it again,” Izzy says, sounding like he’s scolding Stede. “Noticed you didn’t listen to me.”
“It feels icky in there,” Stede says, and Izzy shakes his head, chuckling. Izzy then proceeds to stare at Stede where he’s split open by the toy.
Embarrassment floods Stede’s body like a scalding geyser. He puts his hands between his legs and conceals himself.
“No, lamb.” Izzy steps closer. He leans in and grazes his teeth over Stede’s ear, and Stede only dimly notices Izzy’s hand drifting. “Let me see.”
Stede’s heart hammers in his chest, and then the toy turns on once again. Stede gasps as the sensations inundate him, vibrations and thrusts making his toes curl instantly. Izzy nibbles his ear more and slips his hand under Stede’s shirt, and Stede feels like he’ll faint on the spot.
“Ohh,” Stede moans, grabbing Izzy’s shoulder to anchor him as the toy overwhelms him with pleasure. He’s never felt anything like it, and he dares to think that this might even surpass the sensation of Izzy fingering him and stroking his g-spot, which Stede only found out about through Izzy. Izzy’s eyes are fixed between Stede’s legs, watching raptly as the toy devastates Stede. Stede still wants to hide, but he puts his hands behind his back to deny the urge.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Izzy murmurs, and he leans down to press sensual kisses to Stede’s neck. His soft ears tickle Stede’s face, and his beard scratches Stede’s throat. Stede revels in it, surrounded by Izzy and coming undone—unraveling thread by thread. He brings his hands back from behind himself to cling to Izzy.
“It’s absolutely incredible,” Stede replies, breathless. “Truly—ahh—divine.”
Izzy rolls Stede’s nipple under his finger, and a blissful bleat bleeds past Stede’s lips. He feels tension in his core, a taut knot of need, and with every passing second, the toy and Izzy’s touch work together to slowly tug it apart. Stede is quite close himself after mere minutes on the toy.
Then, Izzy’s hand skates down to hold his hip, and Stede whines. Izzy hums. “What, little love?”
Stede’s insides feel molten. “Please, keep touching my—uhm.”
Despite Stede’s faltering, Izzy clemently ghosts his hand back up Stede’s shirt. He stretches his forefinger and thumb and rubs Stede’s nipples under his fingers, and coupled with the endless vibrations and rotations, it does Stede in. Stede’s spine arches, and he cries out as his orgasm tears through him like a hurricane. He holds onto Izzy like he’ll die without him, gripping tight as his body jerks. He moans loudly.
Whispers will surely swim around the galley at breakfast tomorrow, but Stede currently couldn’t care less, losing himself in the throes of pleasure. Izzy peppers soft kisses over his jaw, murmuring encouragement, but Stede can’t hear him, his voice distant and distorted like he’s somewhere above the surface of the sea of ecstasy in which Stede is drowning. He only drifts back to life once Izzy powers the toy down, his eyes blearily opening as he catches his breath.
“Goodness,” he mumbles. “I think that might be my new favorite thing.”