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Ed had forgotten to close the blackout curtains.
He jolted awake, his entire body going from “stop” to “go” in about a second, and it was the first thing he noticed– light filtering red through his eyelids where there should be perfect darkness. He cracked open his crusty, bleary eyes only to be met with fuck-off sunbeams piercing his fucking retinas.
Not bloody optimal.
The sound that came out of his mouth was so pathetic and uncool, he refused to believe he’d made it. Must have been someone else. Someone sad, who didn’t know their limits and drank too much the night before. Poor sad-sack.
The second thing Ed noticed as he laid there with his eyes squeezed shut was that his sheets were like, about, a million times softer than usual, and for some reason smelled like– some fucking flowers, and maybe citrus, or some shit– what the fuck was that about?
Before there was any time to question any of it, his bedroom door squeaked open. Except there’s no way it was his bedroom door, was there, because the sound came from the wrong direction and anyway he’d have the door off its hinges before he tolerated a fucking squeaky door in his apartment.Ed bolted upright.
Standing in the doorway was a radiant, kind of dilfy fucking snack of a man with swooping blond curls and a rosy, clean-shaven face. He had a big, fuck-off golden silk kimono looking thing hanging off his shoulders over his adorable buttery yellow matching pajama set. In his hands was an actual china teacup and saucer.
Ed had clearly startled him by springing up in bed. But the surprised look transformed into a smile, and suddenly it wasn’t just the sunlight making Ed’s face feel warm as fuck.
“Hello, darling! I’m pleased to see you’ve joined the living!” The mystery man came to his bedside, gently handing off the cup and saucer. Ed took it without even looking at it, because he was still looking at this man trying to figure out how he could have fucked the man of his dreams last night and then forgotten about it. “You’re just in time for a cup of tea!”
Ed’s eyes darted from the man to the teacup and back again a few times. The man was still smiling, and it was frankly a little overwhelming, the light coming in through the windows lighting him up from behind like some kind of fucking halo.
Probably wouldn’t let Ed sleep in his bed just to poison him or something. Probably safe to have some tea, settle his head. It smelled good, and his mouth was dry from all the alcohol he’d clearly seen fit to drink last night. Ed sipped the tea, and what the fuck, what the fuck , it was perfect. Like he’d made it himself except better, because this was clearly a much nicer brand of tea than what he’d buy for himself.
“The fuck d’you know how I take my tea?” He asked, meaning to sound cool but mostly just sounding like he was in awe, which he absolutely was. The man’s smile faltered.
“Ah. Perhaps you don’t remember? I made you some before bed last night. A dollop of milk and seven sugars, just like you like it.”
“Huh,” he muttered into his tea. While he took another deep sip, he finally took the time to look at the room around him. The bed he was tucked into was a four poster with a dreamy silken canopy. The mattress seemed somehow bigger than a king, and the frame took up most of the wall of an equally lavish bedroom.
The walls were painted a soothing light blue, with floors in a soft, warm and polished pine. There were fancy fucking abstract paintings all done up darker blues and golds scattered around that went well with the walls and the canopy and the curtains and even the sheets. Fascinating little tchotchkes lined custom-made driftwood shelves, and a lighthouse painting centered on the opposite wall pulled everything together.
This place was extravagant. There were two chandeliers, for fuck’s sake, just twinkling up there on either side of the bed. That’s overkill. To be honest Ed felt a bit like a bloody queen or something. What even was this place? Who was this guy ? Fucking fascinating.
Stede. Fuck, that’s right. A memory worms its way through the alcoholic haze. Last night, leaning against a bar, his bar. A warm smile, a warm voice, a warm hand in his. My name’s Stede.
Ed looked back up at the man– Stede, apparently– who suddenly looked a little nervous. Might as well cut straight to the point, then.
“So. Stede.”
“You remembered my name!” Stede said, so unfairly delighted it made Ed’s stomach ache. Like he’d expected to be forgotten. Ed was glad he’d remembered that much, at least.
“‘Course. I don’t remember a lot, but I remember meeting you at the bar.” Ed hummed contentedly as he finished off his tea, placing the cup back into the saucer with a clink. “So did we fuck, or–?”
“Goodness, no,” Stede replied, smiling shyly, and Ed was equal parts disappointed and relieved. “I will admit it is why you came here, and it wasn’t that we didn’t want to. It just didn’t feel very gentlemanly after how much alcohol you’d had. I didn’t want to take advantage.”
“Would have been gagging for it, I’m sure,” Ed replied with his cheekiest grin. “I know exactly how I get after I’ve had a few. You must be quite the gentleman.”
“Yes, well. We had a perfectly nice time anyway. I truly have no complaints.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Definitely.” Stede took his teacup with a smile and placed it on the bedside table, before wandering off to a closed door– a closet, probably– and disappearing inside. “I’ve got some clothes that will fit you. You’re a little broader that me in the shoulders, but we’re not that far off in size. You had a bath last night, if you don’t remember, but if you’d like to shower you’re certainly welcome to.”
Ed frowned, his mind screeching to a halt. He’d what?
“Sorry. You. Did you say I had a bath? We didn’t fuck but you let me have a bath?”
“Ah. Yes.” Stede came out carrying some clothes in hand. His cheeks were a little pinker than when he’d gone in, and Ed absolutely noticed. “We left your briefs on. Nothing untoward.”
Ed made some quick calculations in his head, but every possible outcome pointed to the fact that he did not fuck this man, but he had used his bath, and for some reason Stede had fucking been there for it? But they didn’t fuck. Ed groaned, falling back into the pillows.
“I’m gonna have a shower, mate, and then I’d love to hear more about this “perfectly nice time” we had.”
“Of course!” Stede said brightly, holding the stack of clothes out to him. “Come with me, I’ll show you how to use the shower.”
The underwear cradling Ed’s dick and balls in never-before-experienced softness and luxury was not his underwear.
Standing in the middle of the biggest fuck-off bathroom he’d ever seen in his life, a magenta robe patterned with flowers and birds draped around him, feet warm on the tiles because apparently they were heated from the bottom , Ed considered the fact that he was wearing another man’s briefs.
A man he hadn’t even slept with.
The shower in this bathroom was huge. The tiles were in a herringbone pattern, continuing from the wall of the shower to the floor of it seamlessly. It was enclosed entirely with glass, with a bench at one end and two shower heads at the other. One was a rainfall shower head, whatever that was, and the other had enough water pressure to probably buff the hair off his chest if he stood too close to it. Ed used both, wriggling out of his borrowed underwear and jumping under the sprays with an indecent moan that he sort of hoped Stede could hear.
He was half hard already, and it wasn’t just from waking up. His cock was loving all of this, and it was fucking ridiculous. He was ridiculous.
Ed pressed a hand to his dick, hoping to relieve a little pressure, before deciding to ignore it. He was still sort of hoping that maybe he’d get a second chance at Stede fucking him into the enormous pile of pillows on his big, stupid bed. At this point he’d even settle for rutting against the man’s thigh, probably; didn’t have to be in the bed. No need to be greedy.
There were about a dozen bottles on the shelf in the shower, and Ed sniffed each one before choosing one that was appealing and looked like shampoo. There were purple flowers on the front. The label was in French or something. It smelled amazing and he used the conditioner that matched it, luxuriating in the smell as he spread it through the ends of his hair.
The bar of soap he pilfered smelled like oranges, and that solved the mystery of the sheets. The bed smelled good because Stede smelled good. Probably he used his shower with all his bottles and oils and soaps and then crawled into his bed all pink and clean and nice-smelling and it soaked into the ridiculous thread count and stayed there.
Nothing about this image was helping his throbbing cock.
Reluctantly, Ed turned the shower off and reached for the towel, which sat on some sort of warming rack and made him feel amazing, like a cat basking in the sun. The clothes Stede chose were nice; soft, tan chinos and an exquisite button-down in a deep, plummy purple.
Another soft pair of dick-cradling underwear was tucked between the two. Under that he found his knee brace, and he sucked in a breath, stomach doing backflips at the sight of it. Stede knew about his brace. Stede had thought to give it to him so that he could put it on fresh from the shower, while he was still a little loose and limber from the hot water. Stede knew he had a bum knee and made sure he had his brace within reach.
Ed dressed quickly, snapping the brace into place and pulling the chinos on over it. Tossing the underwear from last night in the hamper, he took a deep breath of humid, floral bathroom air and stepped outside to find Stede.
Stede was leaning against the kitchen island, frowning down at his phone. Behind him there was an incredible breakfast feast laid out. Waffles, bacon, eggs, sausages, toast. A full china tea set to match the cup he’d used earlier. A crystal gravy boat full of maple syrup that was steaming in the cool air of the flat. There was an actual fucking sugar bowl with actual fucking sugar cubes in it.
At this point Ed was ready to say fuck it all and drop to his knees. He wanted to choke on Stede’s cock in this fancy kitchen, and then eat breakfast with him, and then get fucked into his mattress until he cried, and then maybe cuddle with him for the rest of the day and tell him all of his secrets and keep him forever.
What the fuck. Who was this person he’d become after one night at Stede’s place?
“Hey,” Ed said, feeling soft as hell, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. Stede’s answering smile when he looked up from his phone was so full of joy. He wanted to keep it tucked inside his pockets to take out and look at whenever he was having a bad day.
“Hello. I’ve ordered breakfast in. I’m afraid as I told you last night I’m not much of a cook.”
“Was beginning to wonder if you had any flaws, honestly,” Ed said with a wink, and plopped himself down one of the stools. Stede went pink again and busied himself with pouring the tea while Ed started stacking up his plate. “So. Tell me about our night, Stede.”
Stede smiled as he buttered his waffles.
“Stede. My name’s Stede.”
The hand in his was warm, and Stede’s smile was warm, and his voice was warm too. All gentle, like. He stood out like a beacon in the mood lighting of Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill, shining bright in a soft teal sweater and white pants and classy loafers. Hair golden and gleaming and fucking immaculate, swept into artful curls. Pink-faced and neat.
Ed wanted to eat him.
“I’m Ed.”
Ed called Fang up to man the bar and spent the night talking to Stede. Izzy was becoming increasingly agitated, stomping around the bar, making loud remarks about “lazy fooking fooks who don’t want to work.”
But Ed only had eyes for Stede, who was currently talking to him about men’s fashion and fabrics and tailoring and it was all so fucking fascinating and he didn’t mind when Ed asked a million questions about it.
When Ed laughed and snuck a hand onto his thigh, Stede looked at him with undisguised shock, like he’d never considered this could be a possibility, and he thought way to go Ed, you already fucking wrecked it . But Stede didn’t move away, so Ed didn’t either.
“Ed?” Stede said softly, fidgeting on his stool. The music had been turned off for the night, Izzy shouting last call into the emptying bar. They were just about the only ones left.
“Stede,” Ed replied smoothly. Fuck it, he’d already gotten this far. He leaned into Stede’s space to brush a curl from his forehead. Stede leaned into his hand.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Stede said, with a shy smile. “But I quite like you, and I quite like this, and I don’t want this night to end just yet.”
Ed’s heart did cartwheels in his chest.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Yes, definitely.”
“Well how about this,” Ed said, shimmying off the barstool and slipping his jacket over his shoulder and trying to keep as cool as fucking possible, as he wasn’t about to ask for something he wanted more than anything he’d ever wanted before in his sad, sorry life. “Take me home with you. We can do anything. Whatever you want. Even if we just talk. I don’t want this night to end either.”
Stede smiled, Ed tossed Izzy the keys, and they were off.
Stede, it turned out, was a very sweet sort of man. So earnest in everything he did. He shuffled Ed to the side so that he could walk between him and the road. Shyly took his hand when Ed brushed their shoulders together a few too many times to be coincidence. Kept sneaking glances when he thought Ed wasn’t looking.
Stede was also flamboyant, loud, and a little bit bitchy. Fussy, and all kinds of ridiculous. But he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought about that. He’d sat in Ed’s bar like he belonged there, disregarding the looks he was getting sitting at the counter.
When Ed was a little ridiculous, Stede didn’t mind that either.
Stede’s apartment was even more ridiculous than the man himself. Open floor plan with a big, gleaming kitchen, a living area with wall-to-wall bookshelves, a huge couch, and an enormous flat screen to match. A real wood burning fireplace. Huge windows with no curtains to let plenty of natural light in. Throw pillows and blankets fucking everywhere. It was perfect for him, and Stede seemed a little shy to show it to him, like he expected Ed to laugh.
The man knew what he liked, and Ed appreciated that. He ribbed him a little about the extravagance, but Stede seemed pretty pleased with Ed’s reaction overall, and it was good.
Easy. So, so easy.
There were more drinks and more laughs and his hand was on Stede’s thigh and they were so close together and all of their talking fell away and suddenly they were staring at each other and Ed couldn’t take it anymore.
The first kiss was so soft and so sweet.
One hand on Stede’s shoulder, the other cupping his jaw more gently than he knew he was capable of. When he moved away Stede whined and chased the kiss, hands moving up to cup Ed’s jaw too.
The slick slide of it became something hot and heavy, moving faster and faster. Frenzied and trembling, Stede scrambling into his lap and Ed pushed his hands up under Stede’s shirt and moans were being swallowed up in each other’s mouths–
Stede broke away, panting, and it wasn’t clear if he was pushing Ed away or pulling him close with the way that he clutched at the shoulders of his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Stede’s eyes were wide and apologetic, looking desperately at Ed. “I’m so sorry. I got a little carried away”
“Okay, okay. Don’t be sorry,” Ed murmured, running a hand through Stede’s hair. “‘S too much?”
“Yes. Well, no. You’re drunk, Ed. You’ve had much more alcohol than me, and I don’t want– I just– I don’t want to take advantage?” Stede said. “I don’t want you to regret this, either. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“It’s okay!” Ed soothed. “You’re okay. We can always stop. No questions asked. We both need to be comfortable, and if you’re not then I’m not either.”
“I know you maybe meant this to be a one night thing. I’m not good at this, and I don’t want to disappoint you. But if you…” Stede hesitated, looking down at his lap. “If you still want this– still want me, in the morning. Then maybe we could try again?”
Ed smiled. He felt radiant with it, warm with affection and a little hazy with the alcohol. This was good. So, so good. He didn’t want to break it. Didn’t want to ruin it. Ed leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Stede’s forehead.
“I would love that.”
“It’s okay?”
“It’s okay.”
“Hey, Ed?”
“Yeah, Stede?”
“I know it’s maybe not the done thing. But I’d like to make you a cup of tea. Then I’d like to lay you down on this couch and hold you for a while?”
The “done thing.” Ed had never cared less about the “done thing” than in this particular moment.
“If we do it then it’s the done thing. No one here but us, and I would love that, too.”
Stede busied himself with the tea, asking him how he liked it and fixing a perfect cup of something floral and yummy with a dollop of milk and exactly seven perfect little sugar cubes. When they finished, he eased Ed down so that his head was in Stede’s lap. They sat in companionable silence, Stede’s fingers combing gently through his hair, until Ed began to drift off easily to sleep.
“Ed, darling? Would you maybe want a bath before you go to sleep?” Blinking sleepily, Ed saw Stede leaning over him with a soft, pleased smile. Stede’s hands were still in his hair. “I’d like to spoil you a little, if you’d let me. You’ve been so dear, and so patient.”
“Yes,” Ed said, maybe a little too eagerly, because that sounded fucking incredible. “Yes. Absolutely. Lead the way.”
Ed was not prepared for Stede’s intensity and care. He basked in it as Stede helped him out of his clothes. The man didn’t even peek as he helped Ed wriggle out of his leather pants, didn’t ask questions about the brace, just how to help him take it off.
Gently suggested that Ed keep his underwear on to “protect his modesty”.
Ed wanted Stede to ruin him. Stede might have ruined him already. Ed came here to get fucked and instead he was hard in his briefs in a bath full of bubbles with a Stede’s soft hands massaging fancy French shampoo into his hair.
This whole night was weird, and wonderful, and perfect, and he wasn’t even worried if he ever got off because it was all so fucking good, so much better than anything had ever been before.
Stede turned his back while Ed dried off and pulled on a pair of borrowed underwear. He shuffled him off into a giant bed and tucked him in under a silk canopy. Ed cried a little, and Stede soothed him, kissing away his tears until he fell asleep.
“Holy fuck.”
Stede chuckled, sipping at his tea.
“Not exactly how I heard one night stands should go, I will admit. But I do like to be unique.”
Ed stared. Stede stared back, one eyebrow raised a mischievous smile playing at his lips.
“Sorry. Wait. Not how you heard they should go?”
Stede’s smile melted away. Ed felt like a shit almost instantly.
“Ah.” Stede put his teacup and its saucer on the island, straightened his spine. “Yes, well. You see, I was married right out of high school. For twenty years, to a woman. You can see how that might have been a problem. I got divorced just a few months ago.”
“So you never–?”
“No. No one night stands. No lovers, even. Truth be told, I’ve only ever been with my ex-wife. I’m sorry, but I never actually meant to tell you any of this. I didn’t even really mean to go home with you, but we got to talking last night and you were so…” Stede sighed. “I just wanted to be near you. I’ve never felt this way before. I wanted to see what it meant.”
Ed reached out to caress his hand down Stede’s arm. Stede leaned into the touch, and Ed wanted to give him fucking everything. Everything he had. Bleed himself dry with it. Crawl inside his heart and fucking stay there. Fuck.
“If I’m honest, I sort of… only do one night stands?” Ed looked down at his feet, frowning. “Relationships never work out. For me. People don’t want me. Not like that. So I just… don’t.”
“I want you like that,” Stede whispered. Ed looked up and he could feel mouth twitching and his throat clenching tight and his eyes stung and– “I would want you like that. If you’d want me like that.”
“I… really fucking want you like that,” Ed said, voice cracking. He steadied his shaking hands on the curve of Stede’s jaw, cupping his face tenderly. “I didn’t think I could have it. I was going to let you fuck me, and just spend the next however long just fucking thinking about how badly I wanted it. I don’t know if I’ll be good at it, but I want–”
Stede lunged. Ed nearly fell off the stool with the force of it, Stede licking frantically into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, scraping his teeth over Ed’s lower lip until they were both shaking and panting.
“Take me to bed. Let me fuck you. Ed, please, please let me fuck you.”
“Yes!” Ed panted into Stede’s mouth, stool clattering to the floor as he stumbled off of it, pushing Stede by his lapels towards the bedroom. “Fucking yes, anything. Fuck me, take me apart, and then fucking hold me after, I want it.”
“Stay. Ed, stay here today. Stay here tonight. I slept on the couch last night, I didn’t want to overstep, but I’d really just like to hold you–”
Ed kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
Stede surprised him by pushing him forcefully against the wall outside the bedroom and shoving a hand into his borrowed chino’s, slipping into his underwear and wrapping around his throbbing cock. Stede’s hand was so fucking soft, and he was so on edge, and at this rate he’d be coming in his pants like a fucking teenager if they didn’t slow down.
Turns out he didn’t have to worry because Stede’s hand left him and he was being steered towards the bed. Stede pushed him down onto it and took the time to take off and fold his fucking shirt while he watched Ed palm desperately at his own cock.
This was not at all how he expected Stede to be, but he was pleased as fucking punch.
“Clothes, darling. Take them off, please.”
Ed didn’t need to be told twice. He was down to his underwear in about ten seconds, and before he could do it Stede was bending over to gently remove the brace from his knee, and his whole-ass heart was in Stede’s hands now because he was so fucking caring that Ed could hardly stand it.
Then Ed was naked, briefs slipped off and tossed to the floor. Stede was naked too, and his cock was chuffed as Ed gave him a long, lingering look.
The thing was… the thing was, Stede looked very good in perfect, tailored clothing. But his pants hid a pair of strong, thick calves connected to very biteable thighs, and his shirt hid frankly delicious tits, covered in golden hair that Ed wanted to shove his face into and suffocate himself with, and his forearms were covered in freckles that Ed desperately wanted to taste with his tongue.
Stede’s cock was flushed and thick and just over average length. It twitched a little, pre-come dripping town the tip as he looked Ed over just as hungrily.
Then Stede was reaching into his bedside table to pull out some of the poshest looking lube Ed had ever seen, and Ed was thrilled. He spread his legs shamelessly and pumped his cock a few times before Stede reached over to stop him with a hand on his wrist and a kiss to his neck.
“Not yet, darling,” He smiled, letting his tongue and teeth trail a little over the side of Ed’s neck. “I’d like to do that myself, if you don’t mind.”
If he didn’t fucking mind. Ed let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “I don’t mind.”
“Good. Now darling, I have been tested and came up STD free.”
“Same,” Ed said quickly. “Get tested monthly, haven’t been with anyone in longer anyway, and I always use protection.”
“Would you like me to use a prophylactic?”
Ed snorted. He was about to be railed by a man who used the word prophylactic, and he wasn’t even mad about it. “Nah. Happy to go without. Would love to feel you, if you’re comfortable.”
Stede looked pleased with that, smiling as he poured lube onto his fingers. “You’ll tell me if I do anything wrong, of course? I’ve done some reading, but I’ve never done it myself.”
“Only if you tell me about this “reading” later,” Ed said slyly.
Stede had the audacity to wink at him.
Ed was not at all prepared. Stede was fucking diabolical. He fingered him open so gently, and once he found his prostate he nailed it about every third time that he slid his finger in, and he wouldn’t let Ed touch himself, insisting that he keep his hands fisted into the bedsheets
By the time they got to a second finger, Ed was writhing with it, desperate, flushed all the way down his chest. It had been a long time since he’d come untouched, but it was starting to look like a very real fucking possibility, and he didn’t want it until Stede’s cock was in him.
“I’m good. I’m so fucking good. C’mon. Give it to me.”
Lube was spread over Stede’s cock, and it occurred to Ed that Stede intended to fuck him face to face. Wasn’t that a fucking novelty! The thoughtful man dripped some extra lube down Ed’s hole, pushing it inside with his fingers, and then he put the bottle aside and replaced those fingers with the fat head of his cock, nuzzling it carefully into him, pressing inside so, so slowly.
When the head popped inside, they both groaned. Stede put a hand at the base of Ed’s throat, possessive but not squeezing. With his eyes fixed on Ed, searching for any discomfort, he used his other hand to guide his cock, making it about halfway inside before pulling out to the tip and pushing back in again.
The pressure was incredible. Stede was incredible, his thick cock spearing Ed open in the most delicious way, until finally he was seated all the way inside, his balls resting heavy against Ed’s rear. Ed’s cock had flagged a little but was still leaking steadily into the cup of his belly.
Stede adjusted so that he could hold Ed’s legs up and open, one hand cradling and supporting his bum knee. They kissed languidly, panting into each other’s mouths, and Ed could feel him in his fucking teeth, he was so deep inside.
“Oh, Ed. Oh.” Stede looked like he’d seen God. Ed felt like he was God, with the way Stede was looking at him, like he’d hung the goddamn moon, like he mattered.
“Is it,” Ed swallowed, the gulping sound so loud in the quiet room. He was making himself a bit fucking vulnerable, here, like he was looking for approval, but he wanted to hear it. “Is it good?”
“So good, darling. You’re so good for me, you feel so good.”
Ed shuddered, hands skating up Stede’s back to clutch at his shoulders. Stede, still holding his legs open, began to rock his hips, watching where his cock disappeared into Ed’s body with his lower lips between his teeth.
“ Fuckkkkkkk, ” Ed exhaled, hitching his hips up to meet Stede’s gentle thrusts. “Fuck, Stede. Your fucking cock. So good.”
“Darling, oh, I’m not going to last long. I’ve never– it’s so–” Stede leaned forward to fold Ed practically in half, so that they rested forehead to forehead, noses brushing together. His hips would be fucked later but he could probably get Stede to rub them so it was more than fine. Then the gorgeous man snapped his hips and Ed gasped with it.
“Stede. Stede, I want you to fucking rail me. Give it to me hard. I can take it.” If Ed sounded desperate, it was only because the dick was that good . He couldn’t be held responsible for his actions when all the sense was being fucked out of him. Not his fault.
Stede was clearly up to the challenge. Nudging his nose into the crook of Ed’s neck and sinking a bite into the soft skin there, Stede started thrusting in earnest, the harsh slap of skin-on-skin and Ed’s increasingly high pitched keening filling the room. He wasn’t the only one enjoying it, either, as Stede starting babbling into his neck in earnest.
“Oh darling, oh fuck, you’re so lovely, so beautiful, so perfect. Can’t believe I get to be inside you, get to to give you this, I’m so lucky, please, please, I want to see you come, I want to be the one who makes you come, you deserve to feel good you beautiful man–”
The babbled praise was already really fucking doing for him but then Stede’s hand, still slick with lube from fingering him, was stripping hard and fast and tight on his cock, twisting a little at the head on the upstroke, and this was it, this was how Ed went. Dead, pummeled into the mattress by the man of his dreams, split open on his perfect fucking cock and praised to death.
Ed’s orgasm shook his whole body, cock jerking in Stede’s hand. He came impressively over his belly and chest and all the way up as far as his chin. Stede fucked him through it without slowing and Ed grabbed his ass to urge him to keep going until he was aching and oversensitive and went boneless in Stede’s grip.
“Darling, Ed, I’m so close, where should I–?”
“In me. Come in me. Come on, do it, do it I wanna feel it.”
“ Oh! Oh! Fuck!” Stede’s hips stuttered and Ed could feel his cock twitch and jerk as it filled him. Stede kept thrusting erratically, fucking his come into Ed until he finally stilled, pressed tight all the way up inside of him. “Oh darling. Oh, what a gift you’ve given me. Oh, thank you.”
There were kisses being pressed into Ed’s hair, over his forehead and cheeks and chin and mouth, a litany of thank yous mouthed into his skin. He was trembling, and Stede was trembling, and he was absolutely not going to cry after sex but if he did it would be okay because there were tears in Stede’s eyes, too, and Stede would never judge him anyway.
When Stede’s cock finally softened and slipped out, he was given one last lingering kiss, Stede’s soft hand pushing Ed’s sweaty hair back tenderly from his forehead. “I’ll be right back darling,” He said, and then he disappeared and came back with a warm washcloth to wipe Ed clean.
Ed practically dragged Stede up into the bed, clinging to his side like some kind of needy limpet, and Stede’s contented sigh was the best sound he’d ever heard in his life.
“Stede?” Ed said, his voice small and shy like it had never been before. He hardly recognized himself.
“Yes, darling.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Oh, undoubtedly,” Stede said pleasantly. “But you’ll have to be more specific.”
“That you want me to stay? Today, and tonight? That you wanted…” Ed gulped, nuzzling his face in Stede’s neck. “That you wanted to hold me?”
Slowly, Stede tipped Ed’s face up by the chin, smiling at him in that quiet, dazzling way that made him melt. He kissed the corner of Ed’s mouth, and then nuzzled their noses together, and Ed was a goner, there was no fucking way he could have this, no way he’d be allowed to–
“Oh, darling, of course I meant it.”
In for a penny, in for a pound.
“And if… if I wanted to keep you all to myself, would you– would you maybe want that too?”
“More than anything. Nothing would make me happier.”
So maybe Ed could have this, after all.