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[touchofcashmere]

[he looks a little haggard, his hair a little limp, it's difficult to find the right products these days in these parts but he's not overly worried. He has a rather more urgent situation at hand]

Hello, all!

I was er... wondering if anyone had any ideas for simple meals. Very simple meals. Meals that even a child could make and don't require anything strange. I did have a hot box but... [he gestures to where there is a very exploded microwave] It blew up.

Any help would be appreciated.

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[midlifecryseas]

[ 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.

[touchofcashmere]

[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]

[midlifecryseas]

[ 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?

[touchofcashmere]

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]

[midlifecryseas]

[ 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?

[touchofcashmere]

[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]