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Oh, poetry, Ed, can you really? [he wouldn't be surprised. Ed can do anything. But! Breaking character]

Er, I mean, I can certainly show you some fingering, my dear Romeo. [wherefore art thou Romeo when Ed is so much better?] Do you happen to have anything on you that can be fingered?

[ Ed huffs a laugh. Of course Stede's impressed by poems. Probably would be less impressed by some of the limericks he's composed, but there's a joke for another time.

The joke right now is shameless flirting about fingering, which... Stede has to know, right? And Ed knows he shouldn't be encouraging it, should laugh it off and break character himself, but Stede's playful charm is just so damn magnetic that, like a compass constantly swinging towards North, Ed can't keep himself away. His voice drifts low and soft, way more Ed than Romeo, now. ]

Reckon I do.

[ He rests a hand on Stede's bicep as he steps in close, dangerously close you could say, his mouth next to Stede's jaw as he whispers like secret through the plastic moustache and the real thicker one beneath. ]

Though, you'll have to dig deep in my pocket to grab hold of it.

[he lets out a little breath at the closeness, the warm touch of Ed's hand, only the mustache puts him off of doing something stupid, careless.]

Right... [he clears his throat and slips his hand into Ed's pocket, feeling a faint shock at the warmth of it and the sudden heat of his thigh. Dear god he hopes he's not flushing.

In sheer desperation he clutches at the first thing he can find, a spool of red thread] I er...assume this is yours? [though he doesn't look at Ed as he says this because it's just not a good idea]

[ Yeah okay, but the moustache didn't stop Stede from doing the stupid and careless thing of sliding his hand into the pants pocket of a man who's been flirting ruthlessly with him for the last twenty-odd minutes, and Stede has to know that's as good as raising anchor (raising other things) and casting off, right? He has to, because he may be sheltered and shy 'round many things, but he's also the smartest fucking person Ed's ever had to pleasure to know. And being closer, physically, to Stede than Ed's ever allowed himself to be before— close enough, in fact, to feeling the jittery warmth of Stede's fingers against his thigh with only a scrap of pocket linen and a few odd trinkets between— has whatever cobweb of good sense left in Ed's mind swept entirely away in a salty breeze.

Stede is blushing actually, and Ed finds it out for himself by the warmth under his fingers as he cups Stede's cheek in his palm and turns his face the centimeters it takes to fully kiss his mouth, carelessly interrupted whatever Stede was just trying to say about whatever he's found. And kissing Stede is so fucking warming and satisfying and necessary that Ed doesn't even laugh at the absurd clack of the hard plastic moustache-glasses on their faces. It's maybe a little part of why there's a huff of humor in Ed's breath when he finally pulls away just far enough to see if he can meet Stede's eyes again, while still holding him possessively like his hands belong there, pulling Stede in— but the smile in Ed's eyes isn't joking; it's warm, like a cat's as it stretches contentedly beneath the gold light of a late-afternoon sunbeam. ]

Hm?! [the kiss is unexpected and not. As soon as Ed's rough fingers touch his cheek he knows, but hardly dares to believe it- and then it's happening- it's really happening, Ed's lips on his, the strange click of the mustaches, the faint tickle of his soft beard.

Then before Stede can even think of kissing him back, Ed has pulled away again and Stede after a moment remembers to open his eyes and look at him. The ridiculous glasses fuzz into his periphery and all he can see is Ed's smile and Ed's warm, kind eyes that remind him of sunlight on the water]

Ed, I'm married. [is what he should say, but in lieu of saying anything he leans forward to press in a kiss of his own, hard and hungry, suddenly starving, fingers hooking the edge Ed's pocket to pull him closer. He wants him closer. Can't get him close enough.]

[ There's a moment between fear and relief, like when you've dived off a cliff, where your body feels weightless and nothing exists in the world but how you feel in that moment, until reality like a solid wooden plank crashes back in. That's how Ed feels as Stede opens his eyes to look at him like a startled fawn with an adorably out of place fake moustache, and then he's gone doe-eyed as he's kissed back and hauled in, at fucking last being subjected to the kind of ravenous from Stede he's only let himself imagine in private spaces, and it's like being plunged back into weightlessness all over again. ]

Fuck— [ Ed exhales in a curse, or maybe it's just a throaty wordless sound. His heart is pounding so loud in his ears that he can't hear it to know. Amazing there's enough blood to cloud his head and that it hasn't all already migrated south, because there's a lot that's found its way down there, which if Stede didn't already know from all that pocket-grabbing going on, he might realize it now as Ed's hand on Stede's arm slides further down to the small of his back and pulls him in like a dance partner. Closer than that, until their hips are flush, and he can grind filthy against Stede's thigh to the same sinuous rhythm as he kisses him back, again and again, a little more open-mouthed and demanding each time. ]

[he squeaks a little, surprised at Ed's hand on his back, surprised at anyone's hand on his back really that's pulling him closer rather than pushing him back. He returns the kisses with equal fervor, swept away by the tide of them, the insistence, the warm heat of Ed's mouth. His other hand he finds fisted in the back of Ed's shirt, less pulling close and more holding on for dear life.

It's not until he feels that--that against him that he startles and pulls back a little]

Gosh, you're er... you're quite... [euphemism... euphemism...] attentive. [and he is too come to think of it and now he can't stop thinking about it with Ed moving against him] Ah... hm... This is... is a bit...new isn't it?

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[ For a bit there's such a haze of warmth and motion, and being kissed back and pulled close that when there's suddenly cool air and Stede's voice saying things that aren't, 'yes, ed, please ravish me,' that actually kind of sound like the opposite of that has Ed leaning back as well and forcibly gathering some actual fucking thoughts into his head. ]

Oh, sorry. Too quick, yeah? My bad.

[ The fear of having overstepped is an instant kick to the balls, and Ed's hands both slide finger-light down Stede's arms and come to rest as his elbows, and he leans a step back, giving them both a little space.

It's then that he realizes the fake moustaches are still on both of them, looking really fucking ridiculous, and he huffs a breathless laugh as he lifts the glasses off, and tries to joke some lighter air back into the room by referencing their fake identities from before. ]

It's an Italian thing. They're even worse than the French.

[he huffs a laugh at the glasses too, face still stinging.] It's... it is a bit. Just a little. [which...he can't help but be a bit embarrassed about. Or a lot.]

I er...you know... [he takes his own glasses off, but now the hand clutching at Ed's shirt is pressing against the small of his back to hold him there] it takes me a while to er...get up to speed.

[which tells him they shouldn't be doing this but... since they're here anyway]

Maybe we can just...keep it at this? For a little? [and he tentatively touches the corner of Ed's lips with a fingertip. He almost hopes Ed says no. That Ed says it's not enough and goes on to something better. He should say no himself and...maybe he would...in a moment]

[ The embarrassment's mutual, anyway. It's an awkward kind of conversation, and Ed's not good at those, about as inexperienced with talking things through as Stede is at pirating. But whatever halting words Stede might be saying, he doesn't pull any more away. His hand slid from Ed's chest to the small of his back sends a renewed warm shiver up Ed's spine. Ed lets his hands fall to Stede's hips in return as he relaxes. His eyes lift back to Stede's shyly but with a flicker of fire in their depths at the idea of being allowed to kiss Stede again, and his voice is likewise soft and smoky. ]

Keep kissing, you mean. Right?

[ Ed's hand covers Stede's to keep it there as he chases the press of Stede's fingertip at the corner of his lips with a closed mouth kiss, then nuzzles his lips and and bearded chin into Stede's soft palm, not entirely dissimilar from how he'd rubbed his cheek on Stede's cashmere the day they'd met. He doesn't let go immediately after, either, still holding Stede's hand to his face as he lifts his eyes to meet Stede's again, covetous and shyly hopeful. ]

That's okay with you?

Y-yes... [it's a bit distracting, that little kiss, that sends warmth through his hand, his arm- Ed's beard is soft, though Stede knew this. There is so much about Ed that is unexpectedly soft, there's even tenderness in the rough callousness of his palms and it seems to mean more than simply being...appreciative.]

Ed... [he doesn't know what to say. There are no words to fill that silence or express whatever it is inside him. So he leans forward and kisses him again instead, wanting him close in all the ways that counted, but slow, leisurely, taking the time they might not have later when his sanity decides to return]

[ That "yes," quiet and unsure as it is, just by the nature of being yes instead of all the hundred possible worse answers he could get, has Ed's eyes crinkling again as he smiles, hand still covering Stede's and bowed over, pillowing his bearded chin on their cupped palms. He hums like a cat's purr at the sound of Stede's voice gone all soft around his name, and just as Ed is thinking of kissing Stede again, slower this time, and lifting his chin to do just that— it's just in time to be kissed, so softly that his insides go all gooey like melted wax under the heat of a flame.

It's tough not to be swept right up again in the warmth of Stede's skin, the nice way he smells, and more than anything, just being allowed to be so fucking intimately close like this at fucking last. Ed manages to keep his restraint, offering back the kind of flower-soft, slow kisses he's being gifted, and only lightly resting his thumb and fingers against Stede's jaw and neck, not grabbing or guiding as he might like, but still gratified just to touch a new, soft spot of Stede's skin. ]

[it's so soft, so gentle, and Ed's touch pulls him in, pulls him closer. He explores Ed's lips tentatively with his own. It's wrong. He knows it is and this will be the only time because what other time can there be? So he lets himself go a little, pressing forward, feeling the heat of his tongue, his hand rubbing the small of Ed's back until he feels the sudden sensual heat of skin and a small wanting noise comes from him that he hopes Ed doesn't notice. Maybe he also won't notice the sweep of Stede's smallest finger exploring the dip of his back.]

[ Yeah, like Ed's not going to notice that warm brush of Stede's fingers down his back where his shirt doesn't quite reach, or the needy little sound Stede makes, or the emboldened lick of his tongue. Like Ed isn't hyperaware of how close Stede is, and isn't, and might be, when all he wants is closer, and more, and all he's afraid of is less and further apart.

Ed huffs a shivery breath against Stede's lips as both hands now trace the curve of Stede's jaw, fingers fanning down his neck. ]

Hey... Want to know a secret?

Hm... [he shivers at that touch, more of his fingers slipping against Ed's skin and wanting to stay there]

Yes...of course. Is it...is it something cool? [though cool doesn't seem to have as much weight as this and it's difficult to listen and not kiss him again so he does a few more times just to be on the safe side]

[ Ed basically forgets what he was saying himself with Stede's fingers growing more daring against the small of his back, sending little ripping shivers of heat right through his chest.

He chuckles, though, reminded by Stede's question. ]

Nah. It's—

[ He's distracted by Stede's soft lips and the warm swipe of his tongue, so, so easily, and can barely manage to finish his thought against Stede's lips. ]

Mm... Not cool at all. But—

[ He tries to remember his own point, distracted away from kisses, but happily enough, every word is like a kiss the way their lips brush. ]

You know that night when I didn't have a place to stay? And we shared your bed?

[ Ed slides his thumbs from Stede's jaw to trace the edges of his mouth and his lower lip, like he's trying to memorize a feeling he'll never get the chance to have again, because who fucking knows, after today, and admitting this, maybe he won't. At least they're close enough like this that he can't look in Stede's eyes, or else he'd never get the rest of the words out. ]

I couldn't keep my hands off you. Woke up wrapped around you, and wanting to kiss you so fucking bad. That's why I left.

Oh...[what is he supposed to say to that? What is he supposed to do? How is he expected to concentrate with Ed's lips moving against his own and the warm brush of his thumb. Stede has a strange desire to bite it, or at least set his teeth against it, pull Ed's thumb into his mouth.That seems strange so he doesn't, but tempts fate a little by pressing a kiss to it.

He wants to kiss Ed's palm then, his wrist, chase the winding serpent up his arm, but that would be utterly distracting and he has to address...what he's been told. Somehow.

He swallows thickly] I'm... I'm not sure... [what to say, but then he has a brilliant idea.

He hopes]

...if I know what you mean. [he clears his throat and meets Ed's eyes- devastating all on their own] Maybe...you could show me?

[ Yeah, it was a pretty stupid thing of Ed to say, no surprise that Stede doesn't know what to say about. It's weird, right? Super weird. He opens his mouth to apologize for it, only to feel the slight tilt of Stede's jaw and the press of a delicate little kiss to the pad of his thumb, which is just the absolute last thing he expected after that weirdo confession of his, and gets his already fast heart to racing even quicker, like a rabbit's.

He's flushed warm from knees to scalp, thoughts racing in every direction. But he keeps still and patient, waiting for Stede to work out whatever it is he's thinking, because the last thing Ed wants to do is hang around where he's not wanted and make things weird again, maybe worse—

Until Stede comes to what kind of? sounds like a good thing? A really fucking good thing? And catches Ed's eyes and looks at him so goddamned intently that Ed has to blink through the instinct to do exactly what he's thinking, and kiss Stede all the way back to his bed. But that's definitely too fast. But kissing him— ]

Already have.

[ That he's allowed, and whether Stede's asking for more or just more of the same, at least Ed knows he can take this much: his hands slide through Stede's hair as he pulls him back in and seals his mouth with a kiss more like the first, a little less gentle and a little more demanding than all the recent ones before it, but just the one this time, before he's letting his hands settle lower on Stede's neck again. His eyes linger on the pink flush of Stede's lower lip after, before lifting to try to read Stede's expression before he's even answered Ed's soft question. ]

Like that?

[he lets out a terribly embarrassing sound at Ed's fingers gliding through his hair, a sort of soft shivery gasp which turns into a fuller sound at Ed's mouth over his. He melts into him before he even knows he is, the fingers of both hands flexing against the soft skin of his back, now feeling the tender ridges of scars that he wants to explore. He is hungry- he is aching- he is terrified but in an oddly good way.]

Just like that... [it's a whisper and he knows he should open his eyes but can't seem to. The kiss was too long and not long enough. Somehow he manages to pull himself together, to try and aim for what he'd really intended.] Um.... but what I mean is...

[but then opening his eyes he realizes Ed is so close now and will be even closer and he- he's not sure]

Shall ...we have a seat? [idiot. coward]

[ There's a minute in there somewhere, after their lips have parted but before Stede's opened his eyes, that Ed's able to just look at him, up close like this with his hair not quite perfectly the way it always is, a few gold waves of it falling across his closed eyes, and all Ed can think is that he'd be a happy man if he could just keep that expression on Stede's face, and the whole rest of the world could fuck right off.

It's not until Stede's opening his eyes again that Ed realizes the expression on his own face is probably close to something like the cat that's caught the mouse. He tries to lighten the mood with a smile, but it's half-hearted and distracted. He's already leaning in to kiss Stede's lips again by the time he decides sitting is the plan. ]

Mmhm, yep. Great idea. Love that.

[ Sitting can be the plan after two or three more slow but thorough kisses, anyway. Ed meant what he said, though. It's a great plan, not idiotic or cowardly at all. Actually pretty perfect, because the bed's an awkward walk away and the couch is only a few steps. Barely any time at all between a kiss standing and tugging Stede's hand into sitting next to him, and Ed's shifting back in close until their knees bump to dragging Stede into maddeningly slow kisses again. ]

[it's so good. It shouldn't be so good. Shouldn't be so easy. He shouldn't be so willing to sit down on the sofa and just melt into Ed's mouth. To want more. But he does. Slowly. Their knees brush and he tentatively lets his hand explore Ed's leg, loving the feel, of it, the heat of it.

It'll be hard to come back from this. It'll be hard to let it go. He pulls away with some effort, wanting to tell Ed to quit while they're ahead, but then once he looks at him is caught again by his eyes and parted lips]

I don't think I'll ever be satisfied. [he reaches up and brushes his thumb over Ed's lower lip] I didn't know it could even be this good.

[ Don't fuck this up is repeated like a mantra in Ed's mind, along with a textbook's worth of other thoughts, fears and hopes and revelations, every one of them revolving around Stede, though even the loudest of them, Don't act so fucking eager if you ever want to kiss him again is clouded to a heavy fog by the fabric-light exploration of Stede's fingers over Ed's own leather-wrapped thigh. His hips lift automatically in search of a firmer touch of that hand, and it's only their knees jostling that keeps Ed grounded, has him sitting back into the couch cushion at a comfortable distance rather than crawling into Stede's lap and regret ruining what's already so incredibly nice, and perfect, and maybe the best thing that's happened to him, short of co-captaining The Revenge.

Time goes all liquid and wobbly until Stede's pulling away, and Ed follows for one more soft kiss before reeling himself back like the tide struggling to keep hold of the ocean's wave. Fuck, but he wants to crash right back into him. A moment later, it's such a relief to hear Stede feels something close to the same that Ed huffs a breathy laugh. ]

Uh, yeah, that's 'cause you'd never been kissed by me before.

[ He catches Stede's hand before it's allowed to leave off teasing Ed's lower lip like that, kitten-licks and drags the edge of his teeth against the pad of Stede's thumb and winks over it before letting Stede have his hand back, then flopping back against his own couch cushion to find room to breathe again and cool off like he so desperately needs. Though, instead of resting fully he adds to the invitation, just so there's no mistaking that he's no less satisfied by stopping there than he was when they started— ]

Which, by the way, you're invited to do again, as often as you like. Pretty damn good at it yourself.

[it's not something he'd ever thought he'd be good at. It's not something he ever wanted to be good at honestly. Just adequate at so Mary stopped looking like she wanted to die. Ed looks just the opposite, all flushed, hair riled, but still cool- still collected- still self assured. This is a captain, Stede thinks. The best. The only.

With a wicked tongue that Stede won't forget in a hurry.]

It'll be difficult to stop. [he draws back his hand, but not too far, resting it absently against Ed's chest to finger his collar, and surprised to feel his heartbeat so hard. Or maybe that's Stede's own]

But on the other hand, I think I definitely need more practice in that and other things which is... a bit difficult to do if you're not here.

[ Of course Ed's heart would be racing during a makeout session like that. His heartbeat's a slut just as much as his dick is; the blood'll start pumping for just about anyone he lets stick a tongue in his throat or grind a thigh between his legs. That's nothing new, or special, or interesting. What's new and special and interesting is how little it takes from Stede to get him there. Just a kind word has Ed's heart missing a beat. Just the littlest touch like the brush of Stede's nails over his shirt collar sends delicious shivers running down Ed's spine. His own hand falls from Stede's shoulder to rest on Stede's hip all on its own, and his thumb traces circles in the linen shirt warmed by Stede's skin under the same instinctive desire for more contact, more warmth, more of the same.

Difficult to stop, yeah. Yep. Ed hums his agreement, his smile soft and possessive as he watches Stede's lips more than his eyes, flushed a lovely dark shade of pink now. Then Ed's eyes lift to catch Stede's at the brilliant suggestion of more practice. The excitement in his eyes catches like a lit fuse that igniting into sparks. ]

Could do.

[ He demurs, if only not to sound so fucking desperate, though the firmer press of his thumb against Stede's hip and the way his eyes keep tracking down to Stede's lips probably give him away. ]

Thinking I might need a bit of practice myself with slowing down, meandering a bit instead of always racing right to the finish. Never done that before.

Oh... [he wiggles a bit at the press of the thumb, can't help it. Even as Ed talks about slowing down, all he can think of is speeding up. Especially as Ed keeps looking at his mouth that way making Stede unconsciously wet his lips.]

Slow and steady wins the race. [he tells himself this too, because slow means he gets to keep Ed longer, lets him pretend just a little more.] You might wake up being cuddled yourself if you're not careful.

And... I wouldn't mind the opposite... but... [he swallows] I mean it might be a good idea to know what to expect- hands on bare skin and all that.

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