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“Well good morning to me,”
“Mmh?”
Stede opened one eye to see Ed looking at him, all crinkle-eyed and lovely, with a very pleased smile indeed. Then Ed did something with his hand and Stede realised why.
“Oh, hello there! He’s not usually ready to go again so soon,” Stede laughed.
“Hadn’t met me before, had he?” murmured Ed, pressing a series of smacking kisses to Stede’s ear, cheek, neck. Stede giggled and wriggled under the attention. It was just barely dawn and Stede felt debauched and sleepy from last night’s activities. He also felt a bit sticky, but not enough to do anything about it, and he had a feeling Ed wouldn’t let him leave the bed yet anyway.
“Hole’s a bit sore, mate,” continued Ed, “but there’s a few other tricks of the trade we can partake of,”
“Is that so, you lovely creature?” Stede smiled, bringing a hand up to scritch through the hair at the base of Ed’s skull, watching him tip his head back in pleasure.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Ed growled, and ripped off the bed covers. He pounced on top of Stede and devoured his chest with bites and sucking kisses, retracing markings from the night before. Stede hissed when Ed’s mouth found his nipples and Ed gentled a little, losing himself in the sucking motion and Stede’s broad, firm-but-soft chest. He could spend hours this way, he thought, Stede’s hand cupping his head. Safe and warm, nuzzling into pretty nipples and soft skin and golden hair.
Above him, Stede began to let out tortured whines, twisting his legs in the sheets. Ed released him from his mouth and held Stede’s face in both hands.
“It’s ok, honey,” Ed soothed, “You just lie back and I’ll make everything better, ok?”
Stede nodded feverishly, eyes closed. Ed kissed down, down, down, following the golden path under Stede’s navel, all the way down, until he plunged Stede’s cock into the back of his throat.
“Ed!”
Hmm, that wasn’t a sexy yelp. Stede had sat up with a start, yanking his cock out of Ed’s mouth, who gave it up somewhat reluctantly.
“Wha’s wrong?”
“Ed, that’s not - you’ll hurt yourself!”
“Ok, mate, you’re not that big, c’mon just -“
“No Ed, really, I don’t think…” Stede trailed off.
Ed sat up. “Ok babe, what’s this about?”
Stede was bold, bright red and flustered, but still pitching a sizeable tent where he’d pulled the sheets back over his cock. Ed put both hands up and shuffled back a bit. “You were right up my arse last night and pretty happy about it so I know it’s not a gay panic thing” he said. Stede shook his head tightly.
“I’ve never done this particular act to completion before,” he spat out.
“O…k,” said Ed, “but you’ve tried it?”
“We did it once.” mumbled Stede. “She threw up.”
“HA,” laughed Ed, then attempted to pull his face under control when Stede looked at him from under severe (and sexy - no, stop that) eyebrows.
“It put us both off completely,” Stede said grimly. “Imagine that - on your wedding night, complete novices, and you find out your dick makes your wife hurl.”
“Awww, Stede. Just because Mary can’t give good head doesn’t mean your dick’s weird, or tastes weird, or whatever.”
“It was the size,” Stede wailed. “She specifically said she had no idea what the appeal was, trying to force a great thing down your throat, and I can’t say I blame her. Watching her forlornly sip honey and chamomile tea for three days was excruciating-“
“Ok! Enough talking about your ex.” Ed announced, clapping his hands together. “Stede, you have a really nice dick. It’s not too big, it’s nice and thick, it’s perfect,”
“Perfect?” Stede boggled.
“Gorgeous,” Ed confirmed. “Look at that fat pink head. I could eat you up. I would love to suck you off.”
Stede wriggled. “And you’re sure it won’t hurt your throat,”
“Stede, I’m a professional.” Ed said, with a hand on his shoulder. “Now shut up and let me put your dick in my mouth,”
Stede squeaked and hurriedly lay back.
Ed began to coax him back to hardness with his hands. “It’s not so different from last night,” he said conversationally. “Or up on deck that time,”
“Up on deck?”
“Yeah. Take your sword, run me through,”
“Wait, that was?-“ Stede cut off with a yelp as Ed shoved his mouth down around him, setting up a steady rhythmic pace.
“Oh, Ed! Ohhhh…” One of Stede’s legs collapsed flat on the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets.
“Mhm,” garbled Ed, lips stretched and red. He pulled Stede’s bent leg over his shoulder, laved up the underside of his cock with his tongue and circled around the head. Then down again and swallowed noisily around the length in his throat.
“Ed,” Stede panted weakly, “don’t choke,”
“Sweet man, I enjoy this,” Ed murmured. “Let yourself enjoy it too, that’s it, there you go.” He guided Stede’s hands onto his head and pressed them gently down. Stede sighed plaintively and moved one hand to cradle Ed’s cheek, the other stroking soothingly across Ed’s hair. His legs braced against the sheets. Ed bobbed away, making an absolute meal of him, spit spreading down his shaft and onto his balls. Ed had an expression of complete contentment, Stede observed, through the blur of hair and movement. Like he was meant to be there, like he was made for it. Which Stede realised he had said out loud when Ed replied with an answering whimper.
“Fuck, Ed,” murmured Stede, taking a tighter grip on his hair. Ed moaned and somehow sucked harder, swirling his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. He bobbed fast and looked up at Stede with the most beautiful, pleading eyes Stede had ever seen. Stede began to thrust - tiny thrusts, little thrusts - more twitches of his hips than anything. But Ed moaned louder and longer around Stede’s dick, coaxing him into bigger movements. Stede watched his cock slip in and out of Ed’s lips, listening to the heavy, wet sounds, and pulsed and twitched in his mouth. Ed’s moans and whimpers were continuous now, broken up by Stede shoving into his throat. Ed melted and hung on for the ride. He was grinding against the mattress, digging his nails into the back of Stede’s thighs. His neck was going to fucking kill later but it was so worth it, so so worth it, to be used and claimed, needed like this.
Stede’s legs scrambled in the sheets and he thrust deep into Ed’s throat, shaking apart. He was so deep Ed didn’t taste it when he came. When Stede tried to pull out Ed held him down and ground fever-fast against the bed, pressing his face up against Stede’s body hair. He couldn’t breathe, but it was everything he needed, the pressure in his lungs, on his dick, Stede in him as far as he could go. Ed came hard, all the muscles in his body clenched and twitching. He pulled off with a gasp and smooshed his cheek against the top of Stede’s thigh. Stede panted and stroked trembling hands across his hair.
“Wow!” Stede said finally.
Ed cracked up. “Wow?” He replied incredulously.
“Oh, that was brilliant, Ed!” Stede exclaimed. “The technique! The stamina! I’m quite impressed.”
“I should hope so too,” Ed smiled quietly. They lay together for a while and their breathing slowly settled. Stede started to snuffle and nod, eyes heavy. Ed sat up and patted him fondly on the shoulder.
“You go back to sleep for a bit, babe. Back in a sec.”
“Mmkay,” sighed Stede, already half asleep.
Ed collected his leathers from the floor, and the chair, and some hanging off the door of the wardrobe. He wrapped himself up in a lovely thick robe and went to go out on deck, then paused and looked back at Stede - dick out, dead to the world. Ed smiled softly, and shut the door gently behind him.