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[He doesn't quite expect the pressing warm weight of Ed on his lap, or at least not for it to feel this way. He shifts a bit so Ed won't feel anything unfortunate in his turn and then nearly forgets the conversation at the flutter of Ed's lips on his own, the press of his sea rough exciting hands. But everything about him was exciting.]

It.... mmh. [oh, something was brushed anyway] It's about drawing out the...the [pleasure, but saying that would be like a lit match in a magazine] well... gratification of a moment - as long as you can stand. [and he moves to caress more of Ed's back with the pads of his fingers, the palms of his hands, wanting to drink him in through his skin]

[ Asking Stede to explain something while settled into his lap and holding him close enough to kiss during that stream of words was a brilliant plan, and Ed couldn't have imagined it better; not when the real thing is as good as this. ]

Mmhm.

[ He hums in encouragement to the words, rolling his back in the direction of Stede's silky hands before grinding down into his lap again to encourage something else, and Ed's breath goes stuttery at the delicious, if too brief, friction. With his hands still possessively cradling Stede's neck, he nuzzles Stede's nose, starved for any extra brush of skin, before nipping at Stede's lower lip and grinning hazily at what sounds to him like a challenge. ]

So the winner's whoever holds out longer?

[ If that's the case, then delayed gratification is Ed's new favorite game? ]

[terms and conditions are very hard to keep in mind when under a stream of kisses and grinding and those soft delicious sounds curling from Ed's mouth. Ed's hand on his neck also demands its share of his attention and the motion of his thigh gets a part of his attention wholly and he finds himself grinding back]

Oh God... [it's a squeak almost and he finds himself clawing at Ed's skin without meaning to, meeting him for a hungry kiss of wet heat while he grinds again to catch that feeling. He wants Ed to touch him more. Everywhere. This is a bad idea.

And then Ed is speaking, hazy words, though Stede has forgotten what they belonged to]

Ah...yes...that would be...without a doubt the winner. Mm.

[ Yeah no, there's no negotiating anything after the first upward rock of Stede's hips to meet Ed's grind down into Stede's lap, and practically no thoughts at all, just white noise and Ed' groaning against Stede's tongue at the shivery chill of heat raised by Stede's nails down his back. ]

Fucking... ah, shit, that's nice.

[ What thoughts are left in Ed's mind are a tangled mess: a warning about before, and too fast, and shouldn't at all, both entirely swamped by a basically mindless mantra of yes, yes, fuck yes, more more more, most of which is conveyed through shuddery breaths and throaty encouragements hummed directly into Stede's mouth as they kiss, and grind, and the heat rises and rises.

His gloved hands slide up from Stede's collar and neck to anchor in his pretty wavy hair, and he yanks down, forcing Stede's chin up, granting him access to all the sweet skin of Stede's neck, which Ed gets right to devouring. He licks a line with the flat of his tongue all the way up from Stede's collar, and then bites sucking kissing along the side of his neck. They're just shy of bruising, but pressure and wet suction enough to leave raises red marks in the shape of Ed's mouth that last, at least for now. ]

Oh God. Oh God [is he being ravished? He feels like he's being ravished. He's never experienced a ravishment before and now he sees what everyone is talking about. He squeaks a little as his hair is pulled and then gasps at the pull of wet heat and the friction-

God the friction-

God the friction alone is going to kill him.

He suddenly doesn't know about any of this and feels vastly unqualified. So he does what he usually does when he feels this way and decides, hell with it. What's the worst that could happen? So he reaches down and runs his palm over the front of Ed's trousers, sucking a breath at the heavy heat he feels there straining against the fabric]

You feel so good.

[ Ed's not a passive kind of guy; never been. He takes what he wants with both hands, and that's what's made him a great (legendary) pirate. So holding himself back has felt feels weird, frustrating as the restraint of the leather clinging to his sweaty skin. Now though, getting to really grab at Stede and glut himself with sucking kisses to his mouth and jaw and neck at last is fucking liberating. The way Stede squeaks in surprise is delightful. The way he gasps is even better, sending shivers through Ed's blood that he chases with harder bites to Stede's neck and the rolling grind of his hips, and all Ed can think is yes, more of this, more of everything.

When he feels the glorious new pressure of Stede's hand in his lap, the thought flickers through Ed's mind that he must've said all of that out loud, because fuck yes, more of that. He groans through his teeth pressed to Stede's neck before nuzzling under his jaw and puffing out a warm exhale. ]

Feel fucking incredible, Stede.

[ Ed answers around a groan as he rolls his hips in a slow grind between Stede's lap and his hand. It's all he can do to keep his arms draped over Stede's shoulders, fingers at play through his hair rather than press for the more more more his dick has been demanding for what feels like ages now. He fucking aches but god, does that squeeze of Stede's palm feel wildly good for all Ed's been waiting for it. ]

[that groan was everything, almost more than the words or the bites though the words are pretty amazing in themselves. And Ed, Ed undone, is really a feast for the eyes, flushed and moving in sinuous desperation.]

I can be...more incredi ahh mm [Ed's thigh brushes against him just right sending heat coiling through him and himself grinding against the give of the back of his thigh]

More incredible if...hmm...if you let me... [and he takes Ed between his fingers, pressing against the cloth to start a gentle rhythm, wondering what sounds he could pull out of him, wondering if he could suprise them both somehow with just how good he was]

[ When Stede starts to say "more" and ends on a moan, the encouragements actually do spill from Ed's lips, hurried and throaty and breathless against Stede's jaw. ]

Mm...mmhm. Yeah, yep. More, please.

[ The friction of his leather pants is rough and constricted, and not really eased at all by the wet smeared along the inside from his thirsty cock straining towards even the dullest press of Stede's hand. But fuck, it feels good anyway, and when Stede's fingers grow bolder and Ed can really feel the grip of his fingers through the leather, his hips cant automatically towards the touch. He shivers, sighs, lets his eyes fall closed and squeezes his fingers tight in Stede's hair. ]

Fuck. Fucking... More, okay?

[ Ed's about five seconds from begging for a handie, and he'll be embarrassed about the desperation in that later, but right now, he's too intoxicated by Stede's hands, and his skin, and the firmness of his thighs, and everything between, to care. ]

[oh it was so nice, so beautiful, he couldn't stop watching every Ed's every movement even as his own body burned for touch - for release. But this...this was more interesting. He could take care of himself at any time, but this felt rare.]

Shhh... [he curled his fingers at the nape of Ed's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, then tentatively unbuttoned Ed's trousers with his other hand and drew him thick and hot and heavy into his hand, his own length twitching at the feel of it even as his face singed with heat. This was definitely crossing a threshhold. But since he was here he couldn't stop now. And he began to stroke lightly, delicately, wanting to make Ed squirm just a little]

[ He squirms more than just a little. Maybe there really is something to this delayed gratification thing. It's definitely the suspense more than what they're actually doing that's getting Ed off, all twisted up with the masochistic expectation that at any moment, Stede's going to say that's it, he's done, and Ed's going to be left with balls bluer than the fucking ocean. Not exactly an unlikely scenario either, given all of a half hour ago Stede was flustered over a heavy makeout with some grinding. And now here they are, back to that sometime later, so apparently "too fast" meant like, minutes, not weeks? Which is a nice fucking surprise for Ed, but also he's left adrift, no clue when "more" is too much or too fast or too close or too fucking whatever, entirely at the mercy of the man between his thighs.

It's weird, it's fascinating, it's so fucking different from the little box of violent aggression he's so used to inhabiting already, that when he's shushed and held and quieted with a kiss, the sound Ed makes is as much of a whimper as a moan. Lost even the control to beg, all Ed can do is cling to Stede and chase his tongue through the kiss.

He's so sure this is it, that "more" is just more of the same, that the tug he feels of buttons being opened is surreal, and the pinch of leather replaced by Stede's warm, soft fingers has Ed's heart leaping into his throat. Just the dry, light motion of his hand has Ed shivering around a groan. His head drops to Stede's shoulder, every panted breath an audible sound against Stede's neck as he grinds his dripping cockhead through Stede's hand, his fingers clenched in Stede's shirt like clinging to driftwood against the tide. ]

[he doesn't know himself. He doesn't know if he's wholly ready for anything or this is a mad dash toward something that he might regret. But he is incredibly hard so that has to be a good sign, right? And Ed is also incredibly hard and slick and he runs a tentative thumb over the peeking head to catch a trail of that wet, trying to find all the ways that will make him squirm.

But then again if he makes him squirm the wrong way or seriously messes this up, that could be bad for...whatever vibe it is they have going]

Talk to me, Ed. Tell me how this is. Do you prefer lighter or? [and he changes for firmer strokes but not wanting to impede the roll of Ed's hips because there is something deeply erotic about watching his sinuous movements]

[ Ed huffs at the question, deciding his own preferences only after Stede's asked because fuck if he cares. Anything, he wants to say. Everything. The closest he gets to saying that, though, is with an indulgent hum against Stede's neck, a feather-soft kiss to his jaw, and then a far longer, greedier kiss to his mouth, only occasionally broken by praise mumbled against his lips. ]

Nah, that's perfect, just like that. Mm... Nice and steady. Ah, that's good, yeah.

[ Not like it could be anything else to finally be so close to Stede as this: straddled across his thighs, rolling his hips between Stede's lap and his soft fucking hand, kissing him breathless. He brings one hand up to steady himself against Stede's neck as he grinds through the circle of Stede's fist, and the other hand drops between them to cover Stede's fingers and keep that hand moving just as it is, the teasing drag of his thumb spiking a pleasant shiver through Ed's spine every fucking time. He feels that slow, steady build of heat begin to catch like a fire, and he warns Stede between kisses and praise and wordless pleasured sounds, while he still has a mind to do it: ]

Any faster that this, I'm gonna lose it all over your shirt.

[he's nearly done in himself, to the point where he aches to be free but it's just impolite to ask for something like that. In any case Ed's mouth is a wonderful distraction, but even more he likes the assured grip of his hand, the timbre of his voice, the way he gasps and groans against Stede's touch and Stede is happy to do just as he likes- happy to lose himself in the wonder that was Ed, the heated, writhing bliss-

Only the warning makes him jolt a bit]

Oh! Oh wait hang on, just a second... [he doesn't stop but slows a bit as he struggles to undo his shirt with one hand and shrug it off enough so his belly and chest are exposed]

It might be a bit weird but I've always wanted to know what it feels like...on me... [which...is very weird and he wouldn't blame Ed for wanting to have nothing else to do with him, but he tentatively picks up the pace anyway hoping he's not pushed off]

[ Ed's eyes open, didn't even fully realize they'd been closed, as he realizes his mistake. Well, not a mistake, but definitely poorly timed, because he was really fucking enjoying himself, and then Stede's telling him to wait, his hand slowing down— Which, yeah, no good. Great. That's the point, but also Ed can't hold back the low groan of disappointment to have his gratification delayed again so Stede can grab a hand towel or whatever—

—Only to sit back and blink owlishly at Stede's chest as he awkwardly tugs open his own shirt, fucking finally. Ed feels stupid for not thinking of that himself sooner along with the wine and stabbing thing. But he's got what he wants now, however it happened, and hands slide from Stede's neck down his collar and bared chest, pawing at him greedily—

Only to look up even more doe-eyed to read Stede's expression after he says that. Between that, and all that newly-bared skin, and then Stede's hand on him again, steady and firm and now even quicker than before, heat floods through Ed like sliding into a warm bath, and the low needy sound that rolls from his throat is practically a whimper. ]

That's hot as fuck, man. You sure? Can I?

Really? [he can't help but be a little shocked but recovers quickly, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows]

I have my moments. [more than two of them so far] Fire when ready, Ed. [and then reconsidering] Just um- try not to get any in my eye. [because he'd heard that could happen. And just to help Ed out he squinches his eyes tight as he picks up the pace, dragging his thumb just like Ed likes]

[ The surprise has Ed grinning, at least briefly through the thrumming warmth still tingling all through him, before settling to a calmer smile. He hums his agreement that yep, Stede definitely has his sexy-as-fuck moments.

Mmmmmaybe not this one, though. Ed chuckles at the picture Stede paints and his scrunched up expression, only to groan low in his throat at the steady, quick pull of Stede's hand. ]

Mm... Mostly that's a concern for when you've got your face down there.

[ He huffs as sits higher up on his knees, spreads his legs a little wider, then settles deeper into Stede's lap. With this deeper angle, the wet head of his cock presses against Stede's bare stomach with every thrust as it's squeezed through his hand. His heart's back to rabbiting in his chest quick, and though mostly he's enjoying spreading his fingers over all that newly bared skin of Stede's stomach and chest, he can't resist running his thumb over Stede's lower lip and pressing it against his tongue, letting the idea, along with the soft tug of Stede's hand, pull him closer and closer towards the edge. ]

Save that for another time, yeah?

[he opens one cautious eye and then the other]

Why would I have my face... [but then he's entirely distracted by Ed shifting, the display, he wants to see his thighs and his legs and his belly and his chest. He wants to see him all over. He wants to see him work his own cock just for the thrill of looking at him. Besides that the shift in pressure really makes it for him and Ed will feel him hard as a rock and probably a bit chafed.]

Mm...[another time, he'd agree, but he can't help but pull Ed's thumb in his mouth, cock twitching at the taste of him, and even still the wet smear of his head start against Stede's stomach makes him groan. He wants to say a million things, but contents himself with saying nothing at all, instead watching Ed's face as best he can through lowered eyes and intense pleasure as he brings him to the point of no return]

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CW warninnnnng >> for ...happy endings

whoops been in too many smut games, don't mind me

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