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Stede let out a surprised noise before pulling away and looking at Ed. “What in the world was that?”
They had been in the middle of, shall we say, an intimate reconnection, or at least the beginnings of one. A warm embrace in Stede’s captain’s quarters, which were now rather barren, had slowly morphed into chaste kisses, and it had just edged past the line of impropriety when Stede had felt something metal inside his mouth.
“What?”
“I could have sworn something metal hit my teeth just now,” Stede said as his tongue felt around for anything loose inside his mouth.
Ed paused, looking momentarily confused, before an amused smirk spread across his face. “It’s an accessory.”
“A what now?” Stede tilted his head in confusion.
Stede’s mouth dropped when instead of answering Ed simply stuck his tongue out. Right in the middle of his tongue was a shiny, silver barbell, looking as innocent as can be. Piercings of this kind were considered taboo in Stede’s previous social circles. They were a sign of indecency - perverseness. And Stede couldn’t say that he disagreed with that belief, because seeing Ed with something so exotic was…well, to say that his head was instantly filled with inappropriate thoughts was one way to describe it.
“But didn’t that hurt?”
Ed laughed. “Oh, it hurt like a bitch.”
“Then why did you do it?”
Ed shrugged. “Got shitfaced after a raid. When I woke up, it was already done.” Stede looked on with a horrified expression. “Don’t worry, I’ve found it quite useful over the years,” Ed said with a heated gaze that resembled more of a predator looking at its cornered prey.
Stede blushed. “I cannot imagine how having your tongue…speared by some metal thing could possibly be useful.”
Ed slowly walked Stede backwards until his back hit the wall. “Why don’t I just show you then,” he murmured as his fingers started to undo Stede’s cravat. Stede stood still as Ed ducked down and trailed his lips lightly along Stede’s jaw, his neck. The combination of prickly stubble and the softness of Ed’s lips felt so exquisite and harmless that Stede couldn’t help but relax into the movement, letting his head fall to the side to give Ed more room.
Then, suddenly, sharp teeth bit into the junction of where his neck met his shoulder. Stede cried out as one of his hands flew up to the nape of Ed’s neck while the other to his shoulder, but he didn’t know whether to pull him closer or to push him away, ultimately deciding to simply hold on for dear life as sharp teeth were exchanged for open mouthed kisses.
Stede couldn’t suppress the full body shiver when that metal studded tongue lapped over that same area of his neck. This must have been what Ed was meaning by useful because, by Gods, was he right.
“You are so fucking responsive,” Ed ground out, pulling Stede closer.
Stede flushed and couldn’t help but agree, he had no idea that a man’s neck could feel so erotic. In all their years of marriage, Mary had never done anything remotely like this to him, her focus being associated more with finishing the deed and bidding him goodnight. Though, to be fair, Stede had never gone out of his way to be adventurous in bed either. And he doubted that anything they could have done together would have had the same exact effect as Ed’s attention.
Speaking of Ed. The man was busy leaving marks on Stede’s neck as if he were a blank canvas ready to be decorated.
“Ed…” Stede whimpered, unsure of what exactly he was asking for, but knowing that he wanted more.
The message must have been received because Ed’s hands immediately began working single-mindedly at the buttons of Stede’s coat as he moved over to the other side of Stede’s neck to pay it the same kind of attention. A wayward button went flying across the room, but Stede was so far gone that he couldn’t find the energy to protest. His own hands pawed clumsily at Ed’s clothes, which, unfortunately for both of them, consisted mostly of skin-tight leather and unnecessary fastenings.
“Why the bloody hell did you ever think this fabric was the best choice at sea?” Stede asked as he struggled with a particularly stubborn buckle.
Ed huffed a laugh. “I thought it looked cool.” It did indeed look cool, Stede mentally agreed, but highly inconvenient, especially when time was of the essence. Ed pulled away long enough to peel off the jacket, and equally flattering black shirt, and Stede couldn’t stop his eyes from soaking up every single inch of inked flesh before him.
Ed’s body truly was a wonder to behold. The scars, the tattoos, the nipple piercings – they all added to the overall mystery and danger and excitement that was Ed. He was a living work of art despite all the years of piracy…or was it because of all the years of piracy?
Stede was pulled out of thoughts by Ed forcefully undressing him out of his shirt and flinging it somewhere to the side.
“Fucking finally,” he growled before jumping back to biting, sucking, and licking at Stede’s neck while his hands roamed Stede’s back, his sides, his chest. Being on the receiving end of Ed’s mercy was a blessing and a curse, Stede thought as talented fingers teased his nipples. But his hands didn't stop there, they continued trailing lower and lower, and his mouth followed the same path as his fingers. The sensations threatened to overwhelm Stede, and he felt as though he was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down into the unforgiving rocky waters below, waiting for the wind to finally push him past the point of no return.
“No,” Stede breathed.
Ed pulled back as if burned. “No?”
Stede shook his head as he realized what his words had implied. “No,” he said as he reached for Ed before he could pull away any further. “I simply meant that this is not the most comfortable spot for…this.” He motioned at their being right next to the door and away from the comforts of the last piece of furniture left in the room.
The tension in Ed’s shoulders melted away and he grabbed a hold of Stede’s hands before leading him deeper into the cabin. Stede allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed, his mouth going dry as Ed crawled in between his legs.
Daft hands pulled his breeches open, and Stede watched helplessly as Ed pulled him out before leaning down for a taste. It was all a show – a positively obscene performance, although Stede still considered that too light a description for what Ed was doing to him.
Stede moaned as Ed licked at the underside of his cock, tonguing at the slit before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking lightly. He took his time exploring, cataloguing every contour with his lips and his tongue, letting the piercing run along the most sensitive areas before switching to toe-curling suction. It was too much and not enough all at once, Stede was sure he wasn’t too far off from losing his mind.
“Ed, please,” Stede begged as his hands clutched the bed covers in a death grip. “Please.”
Ed pulled off with an obnoxious pop. “Please what?” he asked, looking far too innocent as his hand stroked up and down at a downright torturous pace and his lips, shiny with spit and pre-come, lightly traced at the head.
Stede swallowed, his words effectively failing him. “Please…have mercy.”
“Mercy, you say?” The look in Ed’s eyes was dangerous, and he smiled before swallowing most of Stede down. Stede shouted, his hand shooting out to grab onto Ed. But just as his fingers had threaded themselves through Ed’s hair, he pulled back, unsure how welcome such a touch would be. Ed made a noise of protest, and he guided Stede’s hand back to his head, encouraging him to continue.
It was a mesmerizing sight from which Stede could not tear his eyes away. Ed’s dark eyes held his as he moved up and down Stede’s cock with a finesse Stede could only dream of having. Everything about this situation that was driving Stede mad – the lewd sounds, the filthy suction, the spit running down his own cock. Not even his most sinful fantasies could have prepared him for this.
Stede cried out, bucking up into Ed’s eager mouth, just as nimble fingers pressed against his perineum. The movement caught Ed by surprise, and he pulled off, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.
Stede sat up, running his hands over Ed’s face to make sure he hadn’t hurt him. “Oh, God, I am so sorry. Are you alright?”
But Ed did not look hurt or angry – he looked half-drunk as he muttered something too quiet for Stede to hear.
“Ed?”
Ed looked up with a determination he had only seen in the midst of their most dangerous battles. “I need you to fuck my mouth.”
Stede balked. “I’m sorry?”
“My mouth. I need you to fuck it.”
“I-I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea,” Stede stammered out as he felt his face heating up.
“What are you talking about? It’s a great idea. Just let yourself go and use my mouth like it’s your own personal toy. Come on.” Something on Stede’s face must have shown apprehension because Ed put a comforting hand on Stede’s thigh and squeezed reassuringly. “I’ll tap on your leg if I need to come up for air. Okay?”
The expression on Ed’s face was too hopeful for Stede to resist, and after a moment of hesitation he smiled and nodded. “Alright.”
Ed moved back into his place between Stede’s legs, stopping just a hair breadth away from Stede’s cock. He opened his mouth, the barbell reflecting the flickering candlelight as he waited for Stede to make the next move.
Stede let out a shaky exhale. It felt as if he was setting out on the high seas for the very first time again, excitement and trepidation thrumming through his veins simultaneously as the shore disappeared over the horizon, and the only thing in sight was the vast ocean waters. Only this time the adventure was of a sexual nature, and he was terrified of not living up to Ed’s standards.
Holding Ed’s head in place, Stede slowly thrust up until the head of his cock was fully engulfed in Ed’s mouth. A skillful tongue went to work immediately and Stede couldn’t hold back the embarrassing noises coming from his own mouth. He threaded his fingers through Ed’s hair and gently pushed his head down, reveling in the heat that enveloped him.
Ed moaned in response, the sound reverberating through Stede’s cock as he relaxed his jaw and took what Stede was giving him. His hands remained anchored on top of Stede’s thighs, his head moved wherever Stede directed. Stede’s hesitation was slowly replaced with unbridled lust as he watched how much Ed was really enjoying himself, which became evident when Stede spotted him rubbing himself eagerly against the mattress.
Ed’s fingers dug into Stede’s thighs as his hips thrusted up, each time going deeper and deeper into Ed’s waiting mouth. Spit dribbled down Ed's chin as he struggled to swallow in time, his eyes watering as he forced himself not to gag. It was all too much, Stede thought as he felt his climax approaching, there was no way he could hold out any longer.
“Ed, I’m going to cum,” Stede warned, tugging on Ed’s hair as he tried to pull him off. But Ed ignored his warnings and held steady, a finger moving down to press just behind his balls, teasing at the possibility of something else. And that was all Stede needed.
Stede arched off the bed, shouting Ed's name as he rode wave after wave of the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. It took a few moments for him to come down, and by the time he was back to himself, Ed was nuzzling at his hip as one of his hands rubbed reassuring circles into Stede’s thigh.
Stede opened his mouth but found no words coming forth. Instead, he cupped Ed’s face and brushed his thumb against Ed’s shiny lips. He traced them in wonder, letting his thumb pull the lower lip down just a bit as his mind kept replaying how they looked moments ago, wrapped sinfully around his cock.
“You’re incredible,” Stede stated in a dazed voice.
Ed looked lost for a moment before surging forward to capture Stede’s mouth in a biting kiss. The taste of himself on Ed’s tongue was perhaps the filthiest thing he had ever experienced, and he couldn’t get enough.
Ed rubbed himself against Stede’s thigh, groaning at the much needed contact.
Stede pulled away. “Do you need me to…” He couldn’t quite find enough courage to say those words out loud yet, but he was open to the idea of taking Ed into his mouth – he was very open to the idea, indeed.
Ed shook his head. “Next time.”
Next time. Stede nodded to himself, hoping that next time would be happening quite soon. But he still wanted to accommodate Ed in any way he could, so he pulled him closer in between his legs. Ed’s body fit perfectly, and his cock slid seamlessly in the sweat-clicked crease of Stede’s hip.
“One day, I’m going to hold you down and ride that magnificent cock of yours until you don’t even remember your own name,” Ed rasped, grinding against Stede.
Stede moaned as the images began to flood his head, of Ed’s head thrown back, of having Stede at his mercy, of taking all the pleasure he wanted.
“I hope you will let me return the favor, as well,” Stede said as he tenderly cupped Ed’s jaw. “I want to experience everything with you.”
Ed’s movements stuttered momentarily before resuming in the earnest. “Fuck.”
What would that be like, Stede wondered as Ed’s cock rubbed against him. Being stretched out in such a way – filled to the absolute brim. Would it hurt? Or would he be so overwhelmed at being connected to this man in such an intimate way?
Definitely overwhelming, Stede thought as he watched Ed start to lose his rhythm. Ed gasped as his orgasm gripped him, his cum splattering all over Stede’s belly.
“You will be the death of me,” Ed muttered before dropping down to lay next to Stede.
Stede barked a laugh. “I certainly hope not,” he replied in an amused tone, turning his head to look at Ed who looked like he had never been more contented.
They continued laying in peaceful silence for a while, with Ed interrupting by turning to throw his hand over Stede’s stomach, which was now sticky with drying cum. Stede pulled a face at the feeling and decided that something needed to be done. But just as he made a move to get up, Ed’s arm tightened around him.
“What are you doing?” Ed grumbled, his eyes full of suspicion.
“I’m only going to retrieve a wash rag,” Stede explained, trying to sit up again. But the arm around Stede remained unmoving.
“There’s no need.”
“No need? We are positively filthy, Ed. It won’t take all that long, I shan’t be gone longer than a few moments,” Stede said in a reassuring voice.
“Stay,” he mumbled against his shoulder. Stede suddenly realized that Ed’s plea had nothing to do with him getting up to get them both washed up. No, it had nothing to do with that.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere,” Stede stated as he turned and gathered Ed into his arms.
“You promise?” Ed looked up with a guarded expression.
“I do,” Stede answered earnestly. “I promise I will never leave again.”
Ed smiled softly before leaning up to give Stede a slow and tender kiss. He relaxed back down into Stede’s embrace, and as much as Stede hated going to sleep unclean, he decided that it wouldn’t hurt if it was only for one night. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if they waited to wash up until the morning.
Of course, that was not the sentiment Stede held that next morning when he had to scrub at the flaking cum to get it to come off. But, in the end, he still thought it was completely worth it if it.