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"There he is. Captain Eyeballs."
Ed strolled into the quarters finding Stede on his chaise, book in hand. He looked up, puzzled. "Captain Eyeballs?!"
Ed sauntered over, the picture of mischief "Oh don't play coy with me. I saw the looks you were giving me over dinner. Almost put me off my rations." Stede put his book down with a soft chuckle, "Well you shouldn't look so delectable. What's a man to do?"
He sat forward, allowing Edward to scoop him up into his arms. The kiss was soft and deep. Hungry and tender. It was times like this when Ed was glad he was made to get rid of the beard, it meant he could feel evrry detail of Stede's face against his own. Every twitch of cheek, every curl of lip. It was insatiable.
"I was just preparing a bath. Care to join me?" Stede said.
Ed's mouth roamed to Stede's neck "-Hmm see I was hoping for something a little less sedate." he said, biting down gently.
It wasn't long before they'd begun peeling off layers of clothes. Trying not to trip between panting kisses, they made their way giddily to the bed. Ed was momentarily entangled in his tight top, arms tied above his head. Stede had taken that opportunity to let his lips explore Ed's chest. It was exhilarating but -"Stede a bit of help."
"OH right."
"Yes, no ah that's my-"
"Well keep still would ya?!"
"Stede I can't breat- oh shit there we are."
In the tangle, Ed had lost the ribbon that kept his hair out the way, and Stede bent down to find it. "No. No. No time for that." He said yanking him backwards.
Ed sat himself on the corner of the bed. They went through, what now felt like a well rehearsed routine, of Stede taking off his own breeches and stockings, crouching down to open a secret cubby where he kept his *ahem* private things, then helping free Ed's ankles of his leather trousers as he was down there.
Stede emerged with the bottle of oil and went to reach for Ed's half hard dick. "No no no." Ed urged "I want you touch yourself. I want to watch you touching yourself. I want you to watch me. To just feel your eyes on me again."
Apparently Stede didn't need asking twice to get on board with that idea as he lay back, hand wrapped around his hardness. Ed poured out some oil into his own hands then to Stede's. Which was met with a grateful "Ah thanks mate."
Ed couldn't help but laugh at that as he rolled onto his side slipping a finger inside himself.
Those grey eyes roamed his skin once more. Hot and yearning. God he loved it when Stede looked at him. Especially like this. Imagine how much he must want me. HE wants ME! He curled and twisted his hand gently, trying to rock in and out in time with Stede's tugs.
"Wanna know what I was thinking when you were laying your eyes on me?"
"God yes."
"I thought you might have your hand under the table, palming yourself off. Much like this. Thinking about all the ways we've had eachother. All the ways you wanna to try." Stede let out a gutteral moan and looked embarrassed. Ed unashamedly ran with it "Struggling to keep your pretty mouth shut infront of everyone. But of course even if you could, your face betrays you. They'd see how ya cheeks glow like they are now. When you're yearning to touch me."
"Then let me have you. Please Ed."
Ed leant over, their mouths awkwardly angled crush. "Go on then, because you asked so nicely."
After a moment of rearranging pillows, deciding on the best position, and the liberal application of oil to both parties; Ed straddled Stede and lined himself up. "Ready?"
"One moment." Stede leant up and planted a deep kiss onto Ed's slightly stubble cheek. "There. Ready."
"You fuckin softy."
He interlaced his fingers with Stede's and, bracing himself against Stede's hands, Ed gently ground himself around him. Both their eyes slipped closed, waves of sensation rippling in.
Ed let out a string of half uttered and completly incoherent words.
"Couldn't agree more."
He opened his eyes, and looked down to see Stede smiling up, cast in a beam of Moonlight. Ed's body responded on his behalf, bucking against the beautiful man, on reflex. His hair slipped over his shoulders and Stede reached up to brush it back behind his ear.
The loving look in his eye was turning Ed inside out. Fuck he did it all the time. Those eyes that said they'd forgive him anything. The eyes that adored. The eyes that desired. Is this what making love was? Having someone's prick deep inside you, but being entirely fixated deep in the power of their gaze. Fuck I love this bastard don't I?
"You okay there Ed?"
"Huh?"
"You looked far away."
"Oh yeah. Good as gold. Better. Just. You."
"Long as you're sure."
Ed thrust upward and slapped back down. The sound of his arse slapping against Stede's crotch cracked in the air. "Sure enough for you?"
"Aaahh Edward! Yeah, yes. Again."
He continued to bounce up and down, making a valiant effort to ignore the twinges of his knee. The strangled cries from Stede's exposed throat an almost perfect remedy. And what a throat.
It was too much of a temptation. Ed dove down to suck on his neck, towered over him, hand on the headboard. The long mane of greying hair creating a curtain around their faces. "No no, don't mark me there, the weather's too hot for another week of scarves" Ed grabbed a hold of Stede's upper lip instead. Stede was of course right. The weather they'd sailed into was ridiculously hot. Ed tossed his head back, hair bellowing.
"You're majestic. You know that?" Stede whispered.
"Thank you Captain." Ed purred in response. Stede clearly loved that because his hips rolled up pushing them impossibility closer. Ed grabbed his lover's hands positionioning them around his own hips. "Use me Captain."
Stede enthusiastically obliged. Grabbing Ed by the arse cheeks and guiding him up and down his shaft. Their chests rubbed against eachother sweat pooling. He felt close, his dick was also getting what Stede would call "a good seeing to" between their bodies, wet with sweat and sensitive as all hell. He wanted to be here for ever in this man's arms. But more urgently he just wanted to come.
Ed was getting unbelievablly hot and not in a good way. His knees were aching. His hair was everywhere. Sweating. Sicky. In his eyes. In Stede's face. And Stedes breathing. Just the breathing, not moaning. A sound that was climbing into Ed's brain and targeting right between his eyes. On every other occasions he found all these little things sexy. Ed tried to recount the times he'd reveled in being taken in an uncomfortable position, the times they'd come in their clothes with nothing but the sounds of Stede's breath in his ear. He tried to push the feelings away and just come or make Stede come. He was almost there if they could just -
"ARRRG FUCKING FUCK!" he lept off Stede's lap in a panic.
"Hey hey, what's wrong? What happened? Was it me? Just breathe, Ed. Hey Edward!"
But Ed was just pacing the room rifling through the stuff that covered the floor. He was aware of Stede calling his name but he was gripped with the need to find it. "Ribbon. Where's my bloody Ribbon?!"
He looked round to see a badly veiled look of fear on Stede's face. Ed's chest continued to rise and fall heavily. He wanted to say sorry he wanted to explain but all he could do was stand there and work on not screaming.
He collapsed into the chaise and squeezed his knees into his chest. But the hair. It was still there sticking to him. Tickling. He frowned and found the sweat on his face was beginning to dry, hard and uncomfortable. Ed let out a resonant groan. Rubbing at his face and lifting up his hair.
In his periphery he saw Stede leap out of bed and bound over. He appeared next to him, the length of violet ribbon in his hand. "Is this what you want?"
Against all his fight Ed couldn't say anything.
"Do you want me to do it for you?"
Ed nodded.
"Brush?"
He shook his head.
"No brush. Okay."
Stede collected Ed's hair up ever so gently. Ed whimpered. He continued gathering up the strays running gentle fingers across Ed's neck and shoulders. Stede's touch was so soft. He could feel the panic falling away. The buzzing in his head was still there, but so were those hands, caressing his scalp so delicately.
"There. One bun."
A cool air wash over Ed's neck as he said "Thank you. I'm... sorry I can't even te-"
"Aw hey. No" Stede replied squeezing Ed's hand tighter. "Things get too much sometimes. That's. That's just the way it is."
There was a stretch of silence. Not awkward. Not expectant. But safe.
"Will you lay with me."
"Ed. I don't think thats what you want. I'm not -"
"No not like - Just please. Hold me tight. Like tight as you can."
Stede took him at his word. Albeit tentatively. The chaise was small but they'd both been on it before. Stede slipped on a fresh cotton nightshirt laid his whole weight atop Ed whose eyes slipped closed as he pulled him in closed.
The crawling under the skin was softening. Even with his eyes clenched shut Ed could feel the room coming back to normal.
"It's a feeling I can't quite explain." He piped up after a while " 'S why I go for the leather. I mean look at it. Not best fabric for this weather. But when it's tight. I feel... right."
"And there I was thinking you were just playing it suave!"
"Ha. Well yeah that too. Helps me win over hot babes too. Exhibit A." he sniffed a laugh, running a wrist over his tearful eyes. "I'm sorry. It wasn't you. God look at me leaving you there unfinished."
Stede ran a gentle hand across Ed's jaw. "Edward Teach. You must never apologise for things like this. Please. Your body said no and you listened. That was the right thing. You mustn't force yourself to do anything for anyone. Especially not like this. I will absolutely survive. There's always another time."
Edward warmed at that and sagged deeper into Stede's chest. He had. He knew he had pushed himself in the past with others. For fear of what they might think of him. But not this time, not with The Gentleman Pirate. He'd seen him in a way that Ed worked hard, day in and day out, to never reveal to anyone; and still desired him enough to want to (dare he say it) want to shag him again.
He zoned back into Stede's words. "Okay? My stupid todger isn’t important here."
Ed spluttered. "That was a very powerful speech. Which you then finished with todger!?"
"What would you call it?"
"Well not bloody 'todger' for starters."
"What, just gonna stick to 'dick' your whole life?"
"Well maybe..."
"Oh Edward how crass!"
The pair were an entwined ball of laughter. Holding eachother so tight they might just become one. The chuckles died down into an almost synchronised breathing. Ed hummed happily.
"How about that bath now?" offered Stede "Get you all cleaned off, soothe that knee a bit."
Ed pushed a kiss into Stede's temple. What had he ever done to deserve this man?
"Would you wash my hair too?"
"My darling I'll get the lavender soap."
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