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The waves tipped The Revenge this way and that, swaying the ship gently and rocking the crew into a quiet sleep. All of the crew but the Captain.
Captain Bonnet was in bed, yes, but he laid there, restless. He looked unkempt and disheveled, with his bedsheets kicked off to the foot of his mattress and most of his pillows knocked to the floor. It was unbelievably hot, even when he had opened on of the windows that faced his bed. The curtained room smelled sweet and flowery, with scented candles lit and expensive perfume hanging in the air. It was choking, but still it did not cover the smell enough.
Stede could feel it. He could smell it all over. His bed, his safest place, betrayed him by reminding him of what he was. What he became every few months.
He reached down to collect the discarded pillows from the floor, spraying them with the perfume on his bedside table before placing them back on his bed. It was only a visible comfort, his plush surroundings, but it did not change what Stede felt.
He had suppressants, as many wealthy Englishmen did; it was undignified to go into rut during a diplomatic meeting or a party. Stede hated them, and never willingly took them. His wife used to secretly put them in his meals, but only ever in small doses so it was easier to control. He could hear Edward snoring on the other side of the curtain, sprawled out comfortably on the couch. He could taste him on the wind, even though the air around him was heavily scented. Now, it was not so easy to keep at bay.
Stede wished he'd taken the suppressants.
He tried to bury himself into his pillows, but it was too warm. He hated this, he hated being this way. Omega mannerisms were easy to imitate when he wasn't so frustrated. It was easy to build a plush room and call it a nest. It was easy to mask a musk with artificial smells. It was not, however, easy to ignore a rut.
This needed taken care of, and quickly, if Stede was meant to get any sleep tonight. It had to also be taken care of quietly, with the infamous Blackbeard just beyond the curtain.
Bonnet sat up on his bed, leaning against the wall with pillows supporting the curve of his back. He blew out the candles on the nightstand and the windowsill, but their scents still hung flowery in the air. He palmed his pants, following the length down his thigh. Not enough. He slipped a hand beneath the waistline of his trousers, scooping the whole of himself into his grip.
He was glad it was dark without the candles. It was exciting to not see himself, and the unseen touch of his own hand sent a shiver down his back, even though he'd done it. He moved his hand along, and instantly his breath hitched. It had been a while, and he was desperate and sensitive. Stede quickly lifted his hips, using his thumbs to tug down his trousers and underwear. The thought entered his mind to change his sheets and bedding in the morning as he lowered himself down again. He reunited his hand and his groin, moving slowly so he wouldn't make a sound. It was torturous, and unsatisfying.
He leaned forward, feeling his bed until fingers touched the fabric of his comforter. Stede brought it up to his side -- he was far too hot to cover himself -- and put the corner into his mouth to bite down on. He'd hoped this would help muffle his noises as he tried once again.
Quicker he went, and his breaths gave way to little whines into the fabric. His free hand gripped the comforter, let go, and then held it tighter with every wave of pleasure that washed over him. But still it wasn't enough. He, alone, wasn't enough.
He dropped the blanket between his teeth as he almost automatically got onto his knees, grabbing the pillow from behind him. He folded it in half and propped it up on the bed. He pushed himself into the softness, sighing and closing his eyes. Stede gripped the sheets in front of him to steady himself. The smells of the candles had slowly gone out the open window, and the Captain could breathe Edward in even past the remaining perfume. He thrust himself into the pillow, slow at first to test, but quickly became comfortable and confident. He rolled his hips into the cotton-stuffed silk, breathing heavily and letting his lips hang open.
Breaths gave way to noises as the bed began to creak. It was easier to use his imagination when he wasn't using his hands. He could imagine the bearded man outside being his Alpha, he could imagine him claiming him and doing much more. All Stede wanted, all he thought about was being Edward's Omega, a toy for him to play with in any filthy way he wanted. Anything for his Alpha. Stede felt a pool begin to build in his stomach, and his knot began to grow in the pillow. His musk became a prominent smell, and Edward's name fell quietly from his mouth, though growing in volume. Smoke filled his mind. Edward, Edward, Edward, Ed-
"Bonnet?"
Stede almost screamed as he was shaken out of his imagination. He looked up to see the man from his imagination holding open the curtain, backlit from the other rooms candles. Stede quickly scrambled for his comforter, wrapping it around him. His face burned heat for many reasons, mostly arousal and embarrassment. Had he really been so loud?
"Edward! I- I'm so sorry, I-"
"Why were you calling for me?" Ed's drowsy voice told Stede that he'd just woke up. He was probably disoriented, and couldn't properly see the situation if he couldn't smell it.
The Captain gulped. Calm down, he doesn't know. "B-bad dream, is all. So sorry. You can go back to bed."
"You sure? I can stay with you, if yeh like."
Please, he wanted to beg. "I- uh- no, I-I think I'm quite alright now. Tha-"
Edward sniffed. "Wa's that smell? Stede, is that you? Are you-"
"Perfume!" He interjected, "it's perfume, captain. You can go."
Edward only fully entered the room, letting the curtain fall behind him. He leaned towards Stede, breathing deeply. "I can tell the difference," he said.
"Ed, please, I-I can't-" Stede pulled the blanket closer around him.
"Let me help you," he offered, holding the blonde's face in his hand. "That's what you called me for, isn't it?"
Stede chewed his lip, and considered. "I, uh, I'm not... Ed, I'm not really an o-"
The bearded man kissed the Captain, and Stede pressed into it hungrily. He kept his hands firmly where they were, using every inch of his self-control to not pull Edward onto his bed with him.
When Edward pulled away, he smiled. "I know, love. Me too. Would you like help, anyway?"
"Y-you're not an alpha?" Ed shook his head. Stede sighed in relief. "Please, please, Edward. I just- I still wanna be-"
"Treated like one? So do I." He pressed forward, biting Stede's neck gently, breathing him in. Edward's hands found the buttons of Stede's night shirt, undoing them with practiced ease. "Don't worry, pup. You're in good hands."
Bonnet pulled the shirt off, and Edward tossed it away behind him. His hands ran over Stede's chest, and the stark contrast of callous on softness sent goosebumps along Stede's neck and arms. Edward turned them both, and laid Stede on his back. He pulled away the comforter, and again the Captain was thankful for the darkness of his room. Edward trailed kissed along his chest, his hands venturing down to Stede's waist, then his thighs. Edward found the trousers that had been pulled down and quickly rid of them as well, mumbling something about them being in the way.
Vulnerable and nude, Stede could feel Blackbeard's gaze on him even in the dark. Maybe he had better vision in the night than Stede did.
Edward slid his hand up Stede's thigh, squeezing gently. "You ever done this before? Wi't a man?" The blonde shook his head shyly. "Mm. Do you want to try this?" He moved Stede's leg, spreading them just enough for him to sit between. He pulled his hips closer, gently probing his thumb at Stede's ass, making the smaller man gasp shakily.
"W- Uh- Try, yes. Please."
Edward smiled. "Don't be 'fraid to say anything, okay? Yeh ain't gotta like it." Stede nodded, and his head stayed back as Edward pushed a finger into his ass. Gasps and little sounds escaped the blonde, and Edward paused to let him adjust.
They stayed like that until Stede slowly began to relax. "O-okay," Stede affirmed, "g-go ahead."
Ed pumped his fingers slowly, and Stede involuntarily moved his hips in rhythm with Ed. "Yer doin' so good," he said, leaning forward to kiss Stede while he pushed deeper. Stede gasped into the kiss, and struggled to stay connected to Edward's lips. Little words breezed by, more, more, so Ed complied. He added a second finger, waited for Stede to give the okay, and picked up the pace. Noises became louder sounds, and Edward had to cover Stede's mouth with his free hand. "Shh, love, hush," he whispered, threatening to pull out, "yer gonna wake everyone bein' so loud."
Stede whined, rolling his hips on Edward's fingers. "'Orry, I'll be g'd, quiet," he promised passed the calloused hand. Edward smiled, and pushed a thumb into Stede's mouth. He sucked it gently.
"You're so pretty when yer desperate," Edward said, and Stede could smell Edward's rising heat. Edward took his thumb away and kissed the blonde again.
"More, more," Stede breathed, "I- fuck I want you, please."
Edward grinned. "You sure yer ready?" Stede nodded, whispering little pleases. "Okay, buh if it's too much, I need you to say somethin', alright?" Edward pulled his fingers out, leaving Stede feeling empty and needy. He pulled at his belt, having fallen asleep in his normal pirating outfit, and set it aside as if it were to be possibly used later. His shirt came off effortlessly, and his pants were discarded on the floor.
Stede was flipped onto his stomach, and he could feel Edward's careful gaze watching him. Edward hoisted Bonnet's hips up, aligned himself and slowly pushed himself inside. Stede instantly hand to bite down on his own hand before he let out a sound loud enough to wake the crew. They stayed there, Stede panting and struggling to adjust to the sheer size of the larger man. So full, so full. Edward was going to sake the executive decision to back out, but Stede eventually began to relax around him. His breathing calmed, and he gave the okay for him to continue.
Edward barely moved and Stede's noises had already begun. The Captain felt embarrassed at his sensitivity, but Edward never laughed at him for it. Edward's pheromones were filling the room, mixing with Stede's. Both men's tolerance for slowness was dwindling as each other's scents teased, but they held onto their self control. For now. Stede pushed back on Edward, looking back at him. Ed smiled and thrust his hips into the smaller man, earning a sound Stede had never made before.
Edward's fingers dug into the soft skin of Stede's hips. "You," he said slowly, "are goin' to drive me wild."
"I've been trying to," Stede smiled, his breath heavy, "is it working?"
Edward breathed. "Yes, buh I'm not tryn'a break you."
Stede arched himself, pushing himself toward Ed. "Break me," he begged, "use me. Please, Edward, I'm yours. I'm all for you."
He didn't have to ask twice, as the pirate pulled back before plunging himself deep into Stede's behind, over and over with increasing swiftness. Moans and wails tore from Stede's mouth, but neither truly cared anymore. Again, Edward's name tumbled out of Stede's mouth. The stimulation quickly had Stede at his near breaking point, and he was almost in tears from the overabundance of feelings he had; pleasure, euphoria, joy that he was finally respected enough to be treated like the omega he wanted to be, the feeling of Edward's bare chest on his back, his breath against Stede's shoulder blades, but also overstimulation.
"Wait, wait, please- Ed, wait, stop-"
Edward whined, but complied. "Wh-what's the matter? Am I hurtin' you?" He asked, voice laced with worry.
Stede pulled away and let himself fall down into the plush matress. "No, no, I'm alright," he panted, smiling, "I just- I need a second."
"Wore you out?" Stede nodded. "Awe, pup, I'm sorry. Got excited, forgot I can go longer." Edward laid down beside the blonde, wrapping his arm around his waist.
"J-just let me get my bearings, we can keep going," Stede said, reaching to hold Edward's arm, "but can we, uh, do what I have more experience with? Only if you want to, of course, we never have to-"
Edward pressed a kiss to Stede's chest. "You don't gotta do that, Stede. Y'ain't gotta downplay what ya want for me." He smiled into Stede's neck, playfully adding, "Just remember, 'm not a lady."
Stede didn't laugh, even though it was a joke. He sat up, tapping Ed's shoulder. "I think I'm good to go again. Only if you're definitely okay with this."
"This ain't my first time, not like you," Edward reassured, "I promise this is good."
He rolled over, and Stede repeated what he felt Edward do to him. He lifted Ed's hips to meet his, pressed himself at his hole, and pushed himself in. He trembled, letting out a sigh as he went. He'd forgotten what Edward had said earlier, about him being an omega. Slick made him easy to enter, and it instantly reignited the height of Stede's rut.
Stede had stamina this way, he had experience and speed. His hips moved quickly, and both he and Edward erupted into a chorus of lewd sounds. The slick made their hips slap every time they came together. The loud fucks that Edward muttered made Stede feel powerful. The pool in his stomach began to fill again, and the knot of his cock grew.
"Ed, Ed, I'm going to-"
"Don't you dare stop, Bonnet," Edward growled.
He didn't, Stede kept going. He began to tremble; his pace became sloppy and he held Edward's waist in his arms. "I-I can't-"
"Ride it out, I'm almost done, please, pup-"
Stede bit down on Edward's shoulder, making the pirate release a sound that no one would believe came from him. Stede felt Edward convulse beneath him, and Stede finally joined him. Stede huffed onto the spot he'd bitten, before pulling out and falling back onto the bed. Edward followed him.
"My god," Stede sighed.
"Holy shit," Edward agreed. "You claimed me. Did you mean to do that?"
Stede's face flushed. "You- You didn't claim me, and I assumed- did you not want that?"
Edward rolled over and cupped Stede's face in his hands. "Of course, I did, love. Thank you."
Stede smiled and kissed the other pirate. "Now, we have to clean up. Care for a bath, my dear?" he offered.
"That'd be nice, sure."