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Ed can’t help the shiver that shoots down his spine when he hears the quiet footsteps approaching from behind him. He has to force himself to stay focused on the shirt he’s mending, shifting his weight around in an (unsuccessful) attempt to redirect the buzzing energy that flits across his skin. He knows what’s coming next, knows exactly what’s expected of him – and he knows exactly what’s his if he’s good.
He feels the slow drag of – Stede’s, he realizes immediately – fingertips down the line of his back, warmth pressing through the thin fabric of his linen blouse, and his heart swoops in his chest. He’s been waiting for Stede all day, hoping with every set of approaching footsteps that it was his husband finally coming to take him. The last he’d seen Stede was this morning, when he was greeted with Stede’s fingers already inside of him, gently fucking him open before Ed was even fully awake.
Since then, Stede’s been conspicuously absent all day. Every chore that Ed’s completed, every room that he’s walked through today has been noticeably absent of Stede. Not that he’s been left particularly alone, of course, but there was still a distinctive ache left in his chest every time the approaching footsteps weren’t Stede.
The property wasn’t that large, the house even less so, and Ed knew that if he really wanted to find Stede he could have done so with relative ease. But that wasn’t the agreement they’d made last night, or what they’d confirmed this morning. The plan, as negotiated ad nauseam, was clear: Stede would slip away early, keeping himself occupied well away from the house while Ed did his best to continue on with his day as usual. Except today, in addition to his usual list of chores, Ed’s job was to be available. He was to be ready, whenever, wherever, for Mary and Doug to do with as they please. And if Ed was good, if he does exactly as he’s supposed to, he’ll get Stede at the end of it all.
Stede’s hands migrate down from Ed’s back to his hips, slowly wrapping around Ed’s front as he presses up against him. The hard line of his cock presses against Ed’s ass, sending another shiver down his spine as he imagines just what Stede might do with it. One of Stede’s hands gently brushes Ed’s hair off of his shoulder, tucking it around to the other side to give him space to press an open mouthed kiss to the exposed slope of skin.
“Well that’s certainly a pretty sight,” he murmurs against Ed’s shoulder blade, lips slowly trailing along the line of marks Ed knew that Mary had put there earlier. His hold around Ed’s waist tightens, pulling him back with a swift tug, knowing full and well that the move would only bring Ed closer to his stiffened cock. “When’d she give you these?” Stede doesn’t even have to ask who put them there – between her and her husband, Mary’s the only one who leaves hickies.
“Just before lunch,” Ed sighs, leaning back against Stede, granting himself the privilege of feeling the hard line of Stede’s cock pressed up against him. Stede allows it, slowly tugging the bottom of Ed’s shirt up and out of his skirt. His hands slip underneath the fabric, taking their own leisurely time as they drag up over his belly and across his chest, dancing dangerously close to the hard line of metal pierced through Ed’s nipples. Ed shudders at the touch, his own hands braced against the counter he’d been working at before Stede found him.
Stede only hums, a small sound in the affirmative, tucking his chin into the crook of Ed’s shoulder. His lips brush against Ed’s ear when he asks “what else did she do?”
This is part of their game, and a vital one at that. Stede gets Ed last, he always gets Ed last. But before he allows Ed the relief he’s been craving all day, Ed has to prove just how good he’s been. So Stede gets to ask him anything, gets to find out exactly what his ex-wife and her husband have done to Edward all day, gets to hear first hand what a good whore his own husband is. And until he’s fully satisfied with Ed's performance, Ed’s not allowed his own release. Ed has to prove how good he’s been, how much he deserves Stede’s cock, how much he deserves to finally come today after being used over and over and over again.
Ed’s eyes flutter shut as Stede’s hands hold their position, refusing to give him any more pleasure until he answers. Swallowing the dryness sticking in the back of his throat, he replies “fucked me against the sink.”
He’d been finishing up the few dishes leftover from breakfast when Mary had pinned him from behind, keeping his hips flat against the basin as her hands swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. It was just enough to expose his shoulders, which she’d gladly sunk her teeth into. It was fast work after that, hiking his skirt up around his waist as her already oiled finger breached his hole. Stede’s preparation that morning allowed her to easily work in a second almost immediately, and from there she fingered him like it was her job, all the while adding bruise after bruise to his skin. Mary kept him pinned against the sink, not allowing him any room for movement, any friction against his aching cock as she brought him right up to the edge.
Just as soon as Ed thought she might actually push him over the edge before they even passed noon, that tight coil of pleasure unraveling from his gut and spreading further throughout his body with every brush against his prostate, when Ed’s hands were braced against the ceramic basin and nearly bent in half from the pleasure of it all, his orgasm so close he could practically taste it, her fingers disappeared. He was honestly surprised that his cry following her denial didn’t draw more attention, but Ed barely had time to process before her clean fingers rooted themselves in his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck until he was standing straight again.
“She asked what I would do if she let me come.”
Stede nods, lips dragging against the back of Ed’s neck to add his own bruise to the line of Mary’s. “And what’d you tell her?”
“‘Anything she wanted.’” The words had barely left his own lips the first time when her fingers returned to their work inside of him, fucking him with a brutal pace until he was right up against the edge again. And this time she allowed him to tumble over it, his dry orgasm crashing against him before he even realized it was there.
“Well that’s very generous,” Stede concedes, fingers finally circling Ed’s nipples underneath his shirt. Ed whines at the sudden change, bucking back against Stede’s hips as he rubs against the pebbled skin, pinching the area around the piercings. “Was that the first time someone had you today?” he purrs, and Ed’s already putty in his hands.
Ed manages to shake his head despite Stede’s ministrations. “Doug was first. In the garden. Wanted me to suck him off.”
“Lucky him,” Stede praises, and even now Ed's lip twitches upwards at the jealousy he can hear tinge Stede’s words, even if his husband would never admit it. His hand begins traveling lower, now, slipping just underneath the waistline of Ed’s skirt, his fingers brushing against the divot of Ed’s hips. The touch sends sparks across his skin, Stede’s hands somehow feeling fucking electric as they slowly unravel Ed. “And then Mary?”
“And again, in the barn,” Ed whimpers as Stede’s hand brushes against the thatch of dark, coarse hair his cock’s nestled in. His other hand floats back up Ed’s chest until it’s curled around his jaw, holding him still. “W-with her cock.”
Stede hums appreciatively. “Glass or leather?”
“Glass.” Stede taps two of his fingers on Ed’s swollen lips, which part obediently for them to push inside of his mouth. Ed’s lips instinctively wrap around them, sucking on them with the silent command Stede doesn’t even need to give anymore. He knows what Stede wants – he’ll always know what Stede wants from him, what Stede expects from him. It’s instinctual at this point, anticipating what Stede’s thinking, knowing what he needs before he even has to say it. And Stede knows Ed nearly better than he knows himself. It’s a little numbing, actually, how well he’s known.
“Good, dove,” Stede coos, voice soft in his praise. Those words, Stede’s touch, the knowledge of what’s to come, all crash together at once to nearly overwhelm Ed with anticipation. His entire body shudders, sob ripping from his chest and nearly choking around the digits still in his mouth. Stede’s fingers immediately disappear, his entire grip around him loosening at once.
Ed knows what’s coming the moment it happened, already missing the hold Stede had on him.
“Color, darling,” Stede asks, the domineering veneer cast off just as quickly as Ed knows it’s slipped on. The Stede left behind is his, always his, maddeningly, devotionally, eternally Ed’s. No strings attached. Just Stede.
“Green,” Ed’s response is immediate, desperately wanting Stede to continue – he didn’t mean to disrupt them, he really doesn’t need a break. “Keep going, please, love.”
“Are you sure?” Stede asks, voice still low, soft, delicate, focused only on Ed. Ed knows what to say if he really needed to stop, the word that would end this entire game immediately – Stede would pack it all in, no questions asked. They’d slip into a bath, Stede methodically easing Ed’s seemingly ever-sore muscles as they talk about absolutely nothing of importance, before making sure that Ed ate something warm, eventually tucking them both away and in bed to cuddle under an impractical number of blankets. He’ll get all of this anyways, whether they stop now or finish this through to the end, and the promise of it all is nearly as exciting as finally being allowed to come. But Ed’s good, he doesn’t want to stop now.
Ed nods, but Stede waits for his verbal confirmation before continuing. He presses a soft kiss to the back of Ed’s neck, arms wrapping back around him, holding Ed in his warm embrace. Stede murmurs something against his skin in the shape of I love you, and Ed says it back.
“What happened after Mary and her pretty glass cock?” Stede resumes, his entire demeanor shifting back into that cool, firm tone from before, and Ed slips back into that warm, hazy space he gets to live in on days like these.
“Both of them, together,” Ed sighs. Stede makes an inquisitive noise behind him, followed by the sound of him sucking on his own fingers now.
“Oh?” he asks, hand slipping under Ed's skirt. Ed's breath hitches at the feeling of Stede’s fingers brushing against his bare legs, slowly dragging along the back of his thigh and dipping down around his ass. “Tell me more, sweet.”
“Mary found me making the bed, said she was cashing in f-from earlier.” She'd pushed Ed into the soft down of the mattress, slowly slinking up the length of his body until she was perched just above his face. “Asked me if I wanted to go for a ride.”
He'd eaten her out until her legs were shaking, thighs tightening around his head as her hand slammed against the headboard with a broken swear. As Ed worked her through her first orgasm and was setting her en route for a second, he'd felt large, warm hands wrap around his own thighs, pushing his skirt out of the way before oiled fingers carefully circled his hole. That was the only warning he'd gotten before two of Doug’s fingers pushed inside of him, easily accepted after all of Stede and Mary’s work earlier today.
Stede's fingers take a similar path now, slowly circling Ed’s now very used hole.
“He fucked me while I – ah –” Ed's words are cut off in a broken cry as Stede’s fingers slip inside of him, meeting absolutely zero resistance.
“I don't think I quite caught that, dove?” He can hear Stede's smirk even without seeing his face, knowing the effect that he has on Ed. And Ed wants nothing more than for him to keep going, to continue turning Ed into a wreck until he's wet and messy and barely able to string a sentence together. He wants to be used. He wants to be Stede's.
“He fucked me while I ate her cunt,” Ed manages to finish, voice hitching as Stede curls a finger, searching for that spot he knows will turn Ed into putty in his hands.
Doug’s fingers had all too quickly been replaced by his cock, pushing into Ed with such little warning that he moaned underneath Mary. Her hips bucked at the sensation, the only warning he got before she came again, a rush of slick soaking Ed’s beard.
Stede pushes his own fingers deeper, brushing against that little bundle of nerves and making Ed's knees just about shatter when he makes the discovery Ed's been waiting for, a delighted little “oh” escaping him.
“Well that's a lovely surprise,” he murmurs, twisting his fingers to better feel the glide of Doug's come still inside Ed. “How long has this been here?”
“Couple of – ah – hours,” Ed breathes, bracing his elbows against the counter as Stede curls his fingers again and again inside of Ed, quickly working him up in mere seconds with how riled up Ed already is. Stede works him right up to the edge, pulling broken little noises out of Ed with each stroke against that bundle of pleasure inside of him. He knows just how to unravel Ed, exactly which buttons to press to make him incoherent, only capable of thinking of the orgasm Stede so expertly coaxes.
“Can you come like this, sweet man?” Stede asks, voice low and dripping with a desire that quite nearly drives Ed up the wall. It's a rhetorical question – Stede knows that he can, has made him come like this for years. But he asks anyway, because the fucked out noise Ed makes in response, body flushed as he shudders through every little touch, toes curling against the tiled floor beneath them, only pushes Stede closer to his own pleasure. He presses a kiss to the back of Ed's neck, soft at first, and steadily growing harder as he sucks his own love bites on top of Mary's.
Ed’s orgasm curls around the base of his spine, radiating outward in one large wave as Stede focuses all of his attention on Ed’s prostate, pressing hard against the bulb to bring Ed to his climax, his aching cock still untouched. He swears in a choked off cry, breath hitching in a broken whimper as yet another dry orgasm wracks his used body. Stede talks him through it, murmuring sweet nothings against his skin as Ed grips the counter, desperate for something to steady him right now.
“Oh, look at you, love. You’re so pretty for me like this. Good, Edward, just like that.”
He’s still riding the wave of his orgasm when he’s taken by the sudden, immediate need for Stede to fuck him. His cock’s rockhard by now, purple and leaking as Ed’s brought to yet another orgasm without being touched, knowing the only relief it’ll receive is once Stede’s come himself.
“S-Stede, baby – I need – please –” He can’t form a coherent sentence right now, so overwhelmed by his desire in the lingering vestiges of his prior orgasm. But Stede knows what he means, fingers easing out of his ass with a speed that Ed can’t even fathom right now.
“I’ve got you, dove, it’s alright –” and Stede’s cock finally slides home right into Ed, hungrily accepted with no resistance – Ed’s been waiting for this all day, imagining this reward every time Mary’s fingers or Doug’s cock fucked him instead of Stede. It’s the sweetest feeling, Stede’s cock filling Ed like they were made for each other.
Stede snaps his hips against Ed’s ass, and Ed can taste his final orgasm on the tip of his tongue. He’s so close, the wave of his first swelling again as Stede thrusts into him again.
“I’m – ah – so close,” Ed’s voice cracks, desperate for Stede to finally grant him his release. He’s supposed to wait, supposed to allow Stede to finish first, but he doesn’t know how the fuck he’ll be able to last any longer. “I can’t – I won’t –” he tries to warn. But Stede shushes him, brushing away Ed’s worry in a single breath.
“You’re alright, my love –” the demeanor slips again, just Stede peeking out from underneath. Ed wants to let that envelop him, to disappear in the affection radiating off of his husband as he continues fucking him. Stede reaches around Ed, hand dragging against Ed’s hip on his way to wrap around his cock. The sensation hits Ed like a canon, and he can’t help the broken whimper that follows. Stede strokes Ed’s cock, pumping it a few times as Ed’s whines punch out of him with every snap of his hips. “Come for me, baby, just like that,” Stede coaxes, twisting his wrist on the final downward stroke, thumb circling Ed’s cockhead, and that’s all it takes for Ed to finally come, thick white ropes spurting onto his stomach as Stede strokes him through it.
Ed’s floating in that fucked-out love haze, slipping into it’s warm embrace as Stede continues fucking him. He wants to be good for Stede, wants Stede to use him in order to reach his own climax. He’s so warm, feeling so content in the aftermath of his release. Stede’s saying something in his ear, some words that Ed can’t quite make out right now, focused entirely on the feeling of Stede’s hips stuttering as he finally comes himself. Ed feels a warm rush inside of him, Stede’s come joining Doug’s to fill Ed up. Maybe he should wear a plug on these kinds of days, he manages to think. Keep everything inside of him.
Stede’s movements still, his forehead resting against Ed’s shoulder as his breathing slowly steadies. They stay here like this for a moment, the two of them holding each other, connected as they come down from their highs together. The world slowly starts to come back to Ed – he’s suddenly aware of the way that light’s streaming in through the window, hearing the soft rustle of the trees outside in the soft seabreeze.
Stede pulls out of him then, a string of come dripping down the back of Ed’s thigh at the shift. He turns Ed around to face him now, but just when Ed thinks he’s going in for a kiss, drops to his knees instead. His tongue drags along the curve of Ed’s stomach down the divot of his hip, cleaning Ed’s come off of him with every pass. Ed’s fingers root themselves into Stede’s curls as his chest rises and falls in a heavy rhythm, still just trying to catch his breath. Stede hums, a pleased little noise, rising up off of his knees to Ed’s height again. His thumb brushes Ed’s bottom lip, gently coaxing his mouth open – Ed does it without a second thought.
The only warning he gets is a smug smirk from Stede before he’s leaning forward, spitting Ed’s come into his own mouth. And Ed swallows it obediently.
“Fuck,” is the only praise Stede’s able to give before he surges forward to drag Ed into a downright filthy kiss. Their hands scramble for purchase against each other, just trying to hold every piece of the other at once. Stede’s hands finally come to rest around Ed’s jaw, cupping his face as Ed’s slides up the nape of his neck to grip Stede’s golden curls. They hold each other like this, bodies molding together limb by limb until they’re practically one.
Their kisses morph into something softer, something gentler as they finally start to slow down. Ed eventually breaks the kiss first, bumping their foreheads together with a soft thud. “Fuck,” he echoes into their shared breath, the only thing he’s even remotely coherent enough to say right now, punctuated by Stede’s soft laugh. He feels himself slipping out of the hazy space, feeling heavy in Stede’s arms, back still braced against the counter.
Stede presses a kiss to his forehead, then another to his cheek, soon peppering Ed’s face with the gentle press of his soft lips. Ed relaxes against him, feeling Stede take on his weight as he tips forward, tucking himself against Stede. His husband’s arms wrap around him, pulling him close, enveloping him in his warmth. He still doesn’t understand how Stede’s always such a furnace, especially in the cool chill of autumn, but he’s definitely not complaining as he leeches off of him. Ed’s arms sneak around Stede’s waist, hands pressing against the broad expanse of his back. He just wants Stede closer, somehow even more so than they already are. If he could tuck himself under Stede’s ribs, he would.
“How are you feeling, my love?” Stede asks, voice back to that warm softness Ed loves so much. Ed nuzzles his face deeper in the crook of Stede’s shoulder, lips brushing the soft part of his throat. He mumbles an incoherent response, the sound pitching upwards in affirmation. Ed’s exhausted, the activities of today finally catching up to him, and he wants nothing more than to slip into a warm bath, curled up against Stede as he does all of the work of caring for Ed. His mind wanders to the dinner waiting for them afterwards, something warm they’ll eat in bed together, tuning out the rest of the world, tuning out everything that isn’t them.
Stede’s his for the rest of the night, just his, alone and entire.
He doesn’t have to share with anyone.