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Stede was in that lush place between subspace and a tight, vibrating excitement. He’d been sat on the floor, head resting against Ed’s knee, teal collar snug around his neck and cuffs around his wrists all evening. There was something about that type of quiet submission that helped Stede feel still and relaxed. They’d watched a few episodes of their new favourite show, but when the credits had rolled on the latest episode Ed hadn’t skipped forward to the next one. Stede knew what was coming, and he felt his heart rate pick up.
Ed carefully nudged Stede into a more upright position and then stood up. He started to walk towards the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder with an intense smoulder.
Stede scrambled to his feet and followed eagerly, cock already hard between his legs, his thighs damp where they met. He followed up the stairs and climbed onto the bed as Ed disappeared into the auxiliary wardrobe quickly.
Stede swallowed with anticipation as he came back with a silver chain. He stretched himself back and held his arms up, letting Ed reach over him and thread the chain through the metal loops on his cuffs and then through the hardpoint on their headboard disguised as decoration.
Stede rubbed his legs together to try and get a little stimulation on his aching cock, but Ed pressed them apart with a hand and cocked a brow. Stede stopped moving without a word, his cock throbbing.
Ed stood up and stopped at the end of the bed. Stede’s mouth went dry as he began to unbutton his black shirt slowly, each button taking an agonisingly long time to slip through its hole as Ed stared at Stede with a burning gaze. The shirt opened slowly as each button was undone, revealing dark straps underneath. Finally all of the buttons were undone, and Ed moved onto the button of his trousers. He drew out the process of unbuttoning it, then ever so slowly drew down his fly. He stepped out of his trousers and slipped off his shirt and Stede gasped as the bodysuit he was wearing fully came into view. Black buckled straps lined his waist and hips, with chains crossing from his sternum to his waist, and from his belly button to his hips. The center strap reached vertically between his pecs before joining a collar-like neck strap in an o-ring. He looked incredible . His cock stood hard and proud from between the straps and chains, and Stede could hardly stop himself from drooling. Then Ed ducked down and picked something up. Stede’s eyes went wide as he realised what it was, and then he realised Ed wanted him drooling. Fuck . His cock throbbed even harder and Stede struggled to keep still.
Ed cocked his head as he leant over Stede, a silent question. Stede nodded enthusiastically and Ed smiled as he placed the tentacle drooler gag in Stede’s waiting mouth and fastened it behind his head. Stede let his teeth rest against the firm silicone, could feel his drool collecting in the grooves already as his mouth watered. He’d be covered in it by the time they were done, and the thought sent another jolt of need through his cock.
Stede’s concentration on the gag was broken as Ed slowly kissed his way down Stede’s body. By the time he was between Stede’s legs, Stede was squirming. The cuffs pulled against his wrists perfectly . He whined as Ed paused, put every ounce of need into the sound. Ed’s laugh rumbled through his pelvis, and then Stede gasped as his mouth finally found his cock.
Stede’s arms strained against the cuffs and chain as pleasure rocketed through his muscles. Ed was a master with his tongue, knew exactly how to get Stede off. What direction to swirl his tongue, what pattern to pulse his sucks, exactly where to put his- Stede bit his lip as he felt Ed’s fingers join the party, pressing up against his g-spot. Stede could feel his orgasm hurtling towards him, could feel the tension ratcheting up in his body, had to will himself to breathe as the wave prepared to slam into him and then- nothing. Ed’s mouth and fingers gone. The crest of his orgasm, in sight, dissipated into nothing .
Stede pouted and whined as Ed shushed him. Ed’s face appeared in Stede’s eyeline as he settled over Stede’s body. Stede’s legs fell open wider as Ed’s hips nudged forward. Stede loved this bit. Loved it when Ed pushed into him, ever so slowly, keeping eye contact as they both moaned at the sensation. Stede wrapped his ankles around Ed’s back and urged him forward. Ed gave him a mischievous smile and tensed his muscles so Stede couldn’t move him in that position. Stede pouted again, he knew Ed was just as desperate as he was. It didn’t take long for Ed to cave, letting Stede pull his hips forward and lining himself up with Stede’s hole. He slowly pushed the tip of his cock into Stede, then the rest of him in one long, glacial thrust. Stede was overwhelmed with the sensation, drool flowing past the gag in his mouth and spilling over his chin in warm, thick drips. Ed’s eyes fell shut, his mouth open in a picture of ecstasy, one of Stede’s favourite sights in the world. He focused on Ed’s expression, committed it to memory, filed it in his mental folder with every other snapshot of this moment.
Finally, finally , Ed’s hips met Stede’s. Finally he was buried as deep as he could go. Finally Stede was utterly filled. Ed took a moment to catch his breath, then opened his eyes and let his attention burn into Stede. He curled a finger through the o-ring on the front of Stede’s collar and pulled his head forward. Stede moaned as Ed ran his tongue through the thick sheet of drool that was running over his chin and down his neck. Ed’s tongue was hot and firm against the cooled, viscous saliva. The difference in sensation was intoxicating.
When Ed finished cleaning Stede off, he pulled back, stared into Stede’s eyes while he kept hold of the collar, and started thrusting. There was no build up, no gentle increase in speed or intensity, it was full on immediately. It felt like the breath was punched out of Stede’s lungs as Ed slammed forward, again and again, completely overwhelming Stede’s brain and leaving him as just a floating cloud of sensation. The only thing that mattered in the world now was the tug of the cuffs against his wrists, the pressure of the collar around his neck, the feel of the gag in his mouth, Ed’s eyes never losing line of sight with Stede’s, the spine-tingling pleasure where Ed thrust into him again and again and again.
Stede wasn’t sure how long he floated there, in that safe space of Ed’s full attention, but he slowly became aware of the tell-tale signs that Ed was getting close. The little hitches in his breath, the slight stutter in his rhythm. Stede nodded and Ed got the message. He ran his fingers and palm through the fresh drool on Stede’s chin and even the rivulets that had flowed onto his chest and reached down between their bodies to Stede’s cock. He knew just how to position his hand so it ground down on Stede’s cock with every thrust. Stede moaned and whimpered as his climax began to build. His muscles tensed, his breathing tightened, his ankles squeezed tighter around Ed’s back. He let the feeling build and build until he couldn’t stop it anymore and his orgasm crashed through him. He arched his back, pressing up into Ed’s chest, he pulled at his cuffs, he moaned and shook and felt himself clench around Ed’s cock again and again. Ed went rigid against him, panting loud and thrusting those short, sharp thrusts that told Stede he was coming too. As Stede’s orgasm faded, he rode the aftershocks as Ed fucked him through their joint climaxes, then let himself go boneless as it finally faded. Ed flopped on top of him, a welcome and ground weight across his body.
Ed took a few deep breaths to get his wits back, then gently undid Stede’s gag and the chain that attached his cuffs to the bed. He hovered over the clasps of the cuffs themselves, but Stede shook his head sleepily. He wanted them and his collar on for just a little bit longer. He pulled Ed down onto the bed, then rolled into his side and flung an arm across his chest and a leg across his hips. He ran his fingers across the straps and chains of Ed’s bodysuit. He hoped it’d make another outing where he could appreciate the full tactile feast. They’d need to clean up before they slept, Stede was still covered in drool, and he could feel Ed’s come beginning to drip out of him, but in that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted was his husband in his arms. Nothing else quite mattered, right then. Ed kissed him on the forehead and Stede sighed happily and snuggled in a little more. The shower could wait.