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Ed dragged in a slow, careful breath as Stede’s cock left his mouth just enough to allow him to do so, his body rolling helplessly where it was pinned beneath Stede’s thighs, sat astride Ed’s shoulders.
“Very good, love,” Stede said, a bit breathless-sounding himself as he eased back down Ed’s throat. Ed groaned despite himself, using precious air, before Stede’s cock blocked his breath fully again, forcing his head into the pillows.
Stede was not there to thrust or fuck, not there for roughness. He was as slow and implacable as a tide under calm skies, rolling his hips down and into Ed without fully pulling back, filling Ed’s throat and massaging himself with its spasming walls. Ed moaned again, unable to hold the stale air in any longer, and Stede gasped and pressed deeper in at the vibration. All around Ed was sensation: Stede’s hot weight on his chest, beads of sweat rolling down where their skin was pressed together, the breeze across his bare, exposed hips and legs, cool and untouched, the cock in his throat and the glass one in his ass, something to clench down on, just as his hands were clenched loosely in his own hair, and Stede’s hands on top of them. Stede’s velvet balls against his chin, the almost-too-much additional compression from the cravat around his neck, the helpless seizing of his lungs beneath his ribs. There was not one part of himself that Ed was not fully, blazingly aware of, and so all parts blurred together into one long scream of sensation, the lack of air indistinguishable from the comforting hands on his from the jolts of pleasure further down.
Ed squeezed Stede’s hands twice in rapid succession and Stede immediately pulled back, only the tip of his cock resting on Ed’s tongue, holding Ed down with hands and thighs as Ed gasped and writhed with the joy of being able to draw breath– but before his lungs were satisfied Stede was already pushing back in. Ed’s last breath became a sob, and then nothing as his throat was filled once again, Stede softly hushing and soothing him from above.
“Shh, sweetheart, I have you, it’s all right. You can cry, hush, sweet one, you’re doing so well,” Stede murmured, releasing one of Ed’s hands to smooth it gently beneath Ed’s eye, where fat tears were rolling down his face. Ed stared up at him helplessly, eyes half-focused, and Stede contorted himself to press a kiss to Ed’s forehead. Ed took advantage of the moment to suck in another breath, so short it barely took the edge off when Stede was seated once again. Stede smiled at him, so softly for a man holding Ed’s life in his hands– or down with his cock, rather– and brushed sweaty strands of hair from Ed’s forehead before folding his hand gently around Ed’s once again. His hips kept rolling, never pulling far enough back for Ed to take a steady breath, and Ed floated again, chest heaving against absence.
Ed nearly missed his cue this time, almost floating so far that he forgot to squeeze Stede’s hand, and Stede noticed, so he gave Ed a longer break this time. The tip of his cock resting on Ed’s tongue, drool creeping from the corners of his open mouth, Stede merely rubbed his cockhead against Ed’s tongue for a long while as Ed panted against it, drawing in breath after clear breath with his eyes rolling in relief. Stede let go of one of his hands again to trace his fingertips over the bones of Ed’s face, his touch impossibly light. He followed the delicate curve of his eyebrow, down to the cheekbone and fluttered over the jaw, rubbing soothingly at the joint and the tense muscle behind the ear. Ed tipped his face into the touch and groaned, careful not to lose contact with Stede’s cock.
“One more, my love, or are you done?” Stede asked, trading hands so that he could continue his exploration on the other side. With his held hand, Ed squeezed once, the signal for go . “Okay, lover. One more.” And Stede slid home once again, lifting up on his thighs so that Ed felt them against his face and neck. Stede sighed out a blissful moan, a sound that made Ed hum in response, and then Stede’s hand closed over Ed’s nose.
Ed would have screamed, if he had any ability; as it was, a groan rumbled through him as well as it could with no avenue of escape. His body thrashed under Stede’s and he let it, keeping his mouth loose and open, because his instinctive panic was nothing against the overwhelming trust he felt for Stede: his organs knew they were dying, but his bones knew that Stede wouldn’t let them, so Ed let the panic turn into piercing, overwhelming pleasure, riding the waves of stimulation from the glass cock he was clamped down around, the tugs on his hair and the contrast between his heels scrabbling freely at the bedsheets against the steady, immovable presence of Stede over his shoulders. His one held hand was squeezing frantically against Stede’s, but not in any pattern, leaving Stede free to ignore it as he rolled his hips forward and down. Stede was gasping himself now as he pushed himself closer to orgasm, and Ed’s free hand twisted in his own hair and pulled hard . His own hips rolled up into nothing, down against inert glass, and he would have cried if he could, torn so soundly between sensation, heat, closeness, and lack of. Just when Ed thought his head might explode from the everything , Stede’s breath hitched, he gave a series of high, desperate-sounding cries, and pulled back enough for Ed to heave in a gasp just as his face was painted with Stede’s release.
Ed wailed roughly as he dragged in breath, feeling Stede slide down his body enough to cradle his head in both hands and kiss him, uncaring of the spend still on his face, and it only took one or two quick, nearly involuntary ruts against the soft skin of Stede’s hip and belly for Ed to come. He almost didn’t notice, so overwhelmed with every other avenue of stimulation, only realizing when the dildo inside suddenly became far too much, which promptly reminded his body that everything was far too much, and then he was crying in Stede’s arms while Stede quickly and gently eased the dildo out and gathered him up.
“Oh, baby, sweetheart, you did so well, my girl, so perfect,” Stede was almost babbling as he held Ed close, and the familiarity of it sank into Ed’s skin and calmed him until all he felt was a soft and aching bliss. Stede felt the release in tension and held him even closer, peppering kisses to his hair and brow.
“Are you all right, Ed?” Ed only hummed in response, turning his sleepy smile into Stede’s chest, but Stede’s hand crept under his chin to turn his face up. Stede was worried, Ed could tell; he could get like this sometimes, after they’d done something just a little on the insane side. “Ed, please, I–”
“Stede,” Ed rumbled, voice wrecked, and pushed himself up to kiss Stede’s worried mouth, lazily working it open. “I’m perfect. I’m happy. I love you.”
“Okay,” Stede said, the end of the word catching on a whimper. Seamlessly, they traded places, Ed curling around Stede and cradling Stede’s head close to his chest, so that Stede could hear his heartbeat as it slowed.
“Did amazing for me,” Ed said, then caught his breath on a little cough and switched to sign. “Thank you, heart. You were perfect.” Stede nodded and sniffled and signed back a quick I love you , then quickly found giggles again as Ed went to kiss him and then turned it into a raspberry against his cheek.
The tea was already prepared from before they’d started, Ed’s cup more honey than tea in consideration both of his throat and his sweet tooth, and they traded giving each other sips until the pot was empty.