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“Well hello there, bun.”
Stede’s gentle cooing heats a delicate flush in Ed’s cheeks, a coy timidity, as if this hadn’t been the whole fucking point. Ed peeks cautiously into their bedroom, just enough to catch sight of Stede setting down his book and his reading glasses, hands folded patiently in his lap as he smiles over at the slither-sight of Ed that he glimpses hiding just beyond the door.
The outline of one floppy grey ear, maybe.
Ed presses it to the side of his face, lets the soft velvet of it caress the bare skin of his cheek, and then he takes a careful step into the light of the bedroom. He’s wearing one of Stede’s nightshirts with a pair of sheer white stockings riding high up his thighs and adorned with lacy frills at the hem, a little bulge raising just above the swell of his ass in cheeky suggestion of something tucked away beneath the fabric. Something soft like the ease of vulnerability that slides through him when he meets Stede’s doting eye with a foggy gaze of his own, nose twitching bashfully, fingers tugging restlessly at the hem of the nightshirt. There’s tenderness in Stede’s eyes, too, but also something hungry; something wanting, like Ed is a rabbit caught in the headlights of his gaze, frozen where he stands in the doorway.
“Oh, aren’t you a vision?” Stede breathes out. “Will you show me your tail, bun?”
Ed bites his lip. His fingers clench tight into the fabric of the nightshirt.
It isn’t that he’s nervous, god, though Stede almost makes him feel that way, feeble with the sweetly demeaning but also hotly wanton demand lacing his voice. With the praise, too, that dissolves sweetly across his synapses like sugar melting at the back of his tongue. Ed isn’t nervous, no, but all of his flighty nerve-endings are tingling with the heat of distant arousal that swells low in his belly as he clenches around the plug in his ass, the one currently attached to the ball of fluff that is his little bunny tail, tickling soft against his bare skin.
Slowly, Ed turns around. He keeps his head twisted towards Stede, a shy peek over his right shoulder, and he fiddles for a moment with the hem of his shirt before finally lifting it up.
Up and over his hair-fuzzed bumcheeks, pulling the front of it down all modest and decent, knowing that he’s absolutely fucking blushing, pink-cheeked with a rosy flush to match the one he knows with certainty must still be pinking his bum.
He gazes over at Stede with wide, unblinking eyes.
Shows off his fluffy grey tail with a little wiggle of his hips.
[Image description: A greyscale drawing of Ed from behind, showing off his fluffy bunny tail as he pulls the nightshirt up and forward. He’s wearing stockings with a lacy frill at the top, with long floppy grey bunny ears and a shy look on his face. His cheeks (all) are flushed.]
“Oh my darling bun,” Stede sighs dreamily. “You’re just so fucking cute like this, Ed.”
Ed twitches his nose, sniffing indignantly.
“‘M not cute,” he mutters. “I’m a big scary wolf.”
“Sure you are, love.”
Ed’s eyes narrow, thin with petulance, and he pulls the hem of the nightshirt back down to cover his tail and ass with a huff and a warning thump of his foot.
He could absolutely be a big scary wolf if he wanted to be. He could be anything.
Except… well, Ed doesn’t want to be a scary wolf, not actually. Isn’t even sure why he’s pretending, even for a second, that he does. Not that it’s particularly convincing, he’s sure; he’s all dressed up in floppy bunny ears and a floofy tail, for fuck’s sake, but it’s kind of become something of a reflex by now, protecting all the soft parts of himself by putting on the big scary face of something far tougher than what he feels on the inside, now inversed and undeniable as the velvety ears gentling down the sides of his head.
Ed’s tired of being the wolf, anyway.
He lets out a resigned sigh, flopping down onto the bed beside Stede and silently stretching into position, cheek resting over the silk of Stede’s robe barely covering his chest, hands tucked into paws beneath his body. Stede chuckles softly, fondly, and yeah, Ed’s so fucking tired of being the wolf and denying himself the softness that comes with curling up with Stede and listening to him breathe as he reads his book and idly strokes circles into Ed’s back, runs fingers through his hair, along the silky fur of his ear, because while this aching vulnerability used to scare the shit out of him, Ed knows in his heart of hearts that he is safe now.
He doesn’t have to keep playing pretend, not around Stede.
So, he lets himself nuzzle his nose into the space where the robe has fallen open, darts out his tongue, licks a little stripe of the skin he finds beneath the tip of it.
There’s a pause, a hitch of a breath, then—
“Um?” Stede asks, like a question. “What was that for?”
“Bunny kiss,” Ed replies, softly pressing another into his skin, and then a couple more. “Means I love you in bunny language.”
“Awww, darling. I love you, too.”
It all starts innocently enough.
Just a cuddle, and Stede idly stroking his ears while Ed leaves a wet trail of gentle bunny kisses along his chest, grooming affectionately at the golden hair he finds there; the nipple he encircles with his tongue and noses at until it hardens beneath the soft press of his lips. Stede’s breath goes shallow behind Ed’s ear, like he’s given up the pretence of reading his book and is finally allowing his idle touches to become ones heady with intent, running his fingers down the delicate length of Ed’s spine, caressing them through the fluff of his tail.
He tugs at it, just a little, just enough to make Ed squeak.
And Ed sinks his teeth into Stede’s nipple in playful retaliation, leaves gentle nips along his collarbones, the column of his throat, while Stede strokes and fondles his tail; dips his fingers into the hollow just above it, a hot shiver zapping up Ed’s spine as he moans. His hips twitch helplessly, a silent plea he can’t restrain, up into the waiting flat of Stede’s palm pressing against that little fluffy ball of a tail, the plug inside him shifting against the touch. Stede strokes slow, indulgent circles of his fingers through the soft fur of him there, and Ed lets his eyes drift closed against the phantom bliss of it, barely managing to keep nosing at Stede’s neck as if he ever had the upper hand in this at all.
“Still feel like a big scary wolf?” Stede asks softly, and the next brush of his fingers dipping lower against the fuzz of his cheeks elicits another undignified squeak from Ed’s throat.
“Nah, just a bunny now,” he says, voice catching around a gasp. “Which means you gotta fuck me like one, man.”
Stede breathes a laugh, and those fucking fingers encircle the tender outer lips of Ed’s cunt, pushing through the coarse furring of hair over the chub. “Surely that phrase only works if we’re both rabbits?”
Ed frowns, pouts.
“I don’t think it’s meant to be literal, Stede.”
“Sorry, sorry, won’t get bogged down in the details,” he says, and then he dips his fingers below, between his lips, dragging them through the slick passage of his cunt and bringing them up dripping.
A violent shudder ripples through him, like he could just binky up into the air if he was more bunny than he actually, literally is, and maybe had better and less rickety knees than he has in reality, and Ed chokes back a moan, a plea, scrambling desperately for breath and somehow twisting his vocal chords around the strangled, dissonant syllables of—
“Stede Bunnet…”
“Hmm?” Stede frowns, two fingers shaping a V around Ed’s little cock, everything all slippery-wet with his slick. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing… just, I’d totally let you rail me if you were also a bunny,” Ed pants, his back arching against Stede’s touch. “Would you have floppy ears or up-ears?”
“Um. Up-ears, I guess?”
“Yeah makes sense… something about, I don’t know, top/bottom dynamics.”
“Ed, can we maybe focus?”
His fingers have gone still around Ed’s cock. Ed bucks up into them, but they resolutely don’t shift a single millimeter towards stroking where he wants him.
“Ah yeah, fuck, sorry,” he pouts. “You were about to fuck me, yeah?”
“Well, I was rather hoping you’d ride me, actually,” Stede admits, a little tentative, a lot hopeful. “If your knee feels up for it, that is. I’d love for you to show me what a good bunny you can be bouncing on my cock.”
Ed shudders at the words, the heated and wanting tone in which they were delivered, lascivious, almost perverse, enough for every signal in Ed’s brain to misfire simultaneously. He swallows roughly, eyes huge with a dazed, faraway gaze. Distantly, he’s aware of his entire body thrumming with the anticipation of being a good bunny for Stede, of getting to bounce on Stede’s cock just like he is one, hop hop hop hop hop….
Stede runs the pad of his thumb over Ed’s aching cock, and he jolts back into himself.
“Ed?”
“Yeah, fuck,” he scrambles to say, the words coming out strained and shaky. “I can be good, I can be soooo fucking good.”
“Mmm I know you can, bun,” Stede brushes a kiss to the crown of Ed’s head; sweet, adoring, a precursor to the next filthy demand that leaves his lips. “Go on then, hop to it.”
It’s almost embarrassing how eagerly Ed really does ‘hop to it’.
He paws at the opening of Stede’s robe to push it free from his cock, the thick and straining temptation of it, like the dangling lure of a carrot in front of a bunny. Not quite as orange. Almost as hard, though. Ed should inquire about that for next time: if Stede would fuck him with a carrot. Or if he’d shove one down Ed’s throat while he had his filthy way with him, make him chomp the whole thing down like the good bunny he is before he can come…
Slowly, Ed sinks down onto his cock.
Lets him slide right into him, until he can feel the nudge of his tail against the very tops of Stede’s thighs, and he’s full—so fucking full, enough that it pushes a strained whimper from his lips like there’s no space left inside him to hold it in. Stede’s hands caress softly against his asscheeks, over the tail, a gentle comfort as Ed takes a moment to let himself breathe.
“God, look at you,” Stede rasps, and the absolute rapture in his voice sends a blushy tingle all the way through Ed’s body. “You take me so beautifully, bun. So fucking good for me, so sweet… take all the time you need, my darling.”
Ed dips his chin down to his chest to hide the soft blush that heats his cheeks, letting his ears fall forward with the gravity of it. It’s all getting to be kind of a lot: the gentle praise, and the soft space he’s entered into here with Stede. Not to mention the thrum of pleasure that’s pulsing through him quick as a rabbit-fast heartbeat, almost enough that he half worries it might just race away from him.
With both hands, Stede reaches forward and takes Ed’s face between his palms, pushing the ears back so he can look at him, gaze overwhelmed with tender adoration. Ed blinks, slow and shy and watery-eyed, looking up at him through his lashes.
“Alright?” Stede asks softly.
Ed takes a breath, feels the shudder of it twitch at his nose.
He nods.
And then he starts to work his hips in little bunny hops, and his ears flop and bounce in response to his movements, and Stede’s palms are hot against his ass, around the tail, bracketed between the diamond of his thumbs and forefingers, a coaxing caress of silent encouragement as Ed begins to chase his pleasure. He sucks in a sharp breath, holding it tightly in his lungs as he writhes through every delicious roll of his hips, really so fucking good, oh my god, Ed already feels brainless with it, his mind wiped clean and zeroed in on the slick glide of Stede’s cock inside him, the bliss that glimmers through him like fireworks. It sets his heart-rate on edge, and all the air in his lungs shudders past his lips in a heady exhale that catches around a rabbit-soft moan as he cants his hips, takes Stede deep…
“Quiet, love,” Stede shushes him, and the light scold heating his voice makes Ed’s blood fucking tingle, his cock twitching with a lurch of arousal. “Good bunnies don’t make noise while they’re being fucked, do they?”
Ed sucks his lower lip in between his teeth to try and bite back another whine that threatens to escape with every indulgent roll of his hips. He shakes his head.
Stede frowns, unconvinced. “Maybe you need some help remembering, bun?”
It sounds like a question, but it isn’t, not really. Stede answers it himself as he reaches up a hand to tease two fingers against the seam of Ed’s mouth, keeping his eyes fastened to Ed’s own—the watery softness layering within them, the dark captivation of his gaze. It isn’t a question, but it is a command disguised as one, and Ed is a good bunny, he’s so fucking good, and so he gently parts his lips, lets the tip of his tongue dart out to bunny-lick against the spiral swirls of Stede’s fingertips, a taste of salt on his skin.
When Stede presses them in against his tongue, Ed takes it willingly.
He whimpers around them, a pitifully high-pitched little thing, almost like a squeak, finger-muffled as it is, but Stede doesn’t reprimand him for it.
He was right, after all: it is a good reminder.
Especially as Ed starts to drift, his mind gone foggy like cloud-mist ascending from the molten heat of his desire to obscure all semblance of coherency as he lets himself quietly absorb the velveteen swathe of pleasure at how fucking full he feels.
Time slips and stutters before him, behind him, around him. The room stretches and shrinks all at once, and Ed anchors himself where he is with his hands pressed firmly to the pink map of Stede’s chest. Fire licks its way up his spine, sears along every one of his nerves, like Ed is some nebulous concept of ash and smoke and smouldering ruins of a blaze left to burn itself out, until nothing is left but the idea, the memory, of what once was.
The push of his hips grows fuzzy. So do the edges of his consciousness, barely holding on from trembling apart. He can feel his cheeks wet, his eyes hot, chin dripping with drool left to spill from the plug of Stede’s fingers in his mouth. He’s all soft and wet and pathetic, and that’s just how he likes it, so fucking much, knowing he looks a horny, desperate sight bouncing like a good bunny on Stede’s cock, but he’s starting to falter, starting to fall back into his own body again—the burn in his knee, his thighs, his hips—as time rushes back in around him.
With a gasp for breath around Stede’s fingers, Ed stops.
And so does the pleasure-rush of euphoria, catapulting him back into corporeality.
Because Ed is not as sprightly as a bouncing fluffy bunny, no matter how hard he tries. Because his knees certainly aren’t what they used to be, nor is his stamina, and it’s almost fucking embarassing to have to admit that, even though he knows Stede knows it, too…
“Alright, darling?” Stede asks him softly, reaching to push some flyaway hair from Ed’s face where it had gotten stuck to the drool around the edges of his mouth. He removes his fingers, too, wiping them clean on the top of Ed’s stockings and then drying up some of the mess of tears and saliva coating his blushy skin and dampening his beard.
Ed makes a noise, high and small and pathetic.
He pulls his ears forwards to hide behind while he catches his breath, pressing the silken insides to his burning cheeks.
“Bunny need me to take over?” Stede asks, so gentle as not to spook him.
“No, bunny can fucking do it himself,” Ed mumbles from behind his ears. “I just… need a sec.”
“Want a little treat?” Stede asks. “Little kiss?”
“Little kiss sounds nice,” Ed mumbles, voice hoarse and broken, daring a peek from out behind the ears to look at Stede. He’s met with a smile, warm and soft and adoring.
It tastes sweet against his lips.
Sweet like a treat, like I’ve got you, like I love you.
When Ed finds the sugar-rush energy to start moving again, it’s with slow swirls of his hips and indulgent, needy grinds, his thighs trembly with exertion and barely strong enough to lift himself up off Stede’s cock, let alone hop like a bunny for long enough to see this through. Stede can tell, though, of course he fucking can, and he starts to fuck up into every buck and roll of Ed’s hips, bouncing him upwards and letting gravity do the rest. It’s like a blissful illusion of Ed putting in the work without actually doing it himself, except this time it’s harder, heavier; deeper, even, and Stede keeps kissing him through it. The drag of their lips is sloppy and fluid, more of a damp channel to withhold Ed’s desperate gasps and the silky stroke of Stede’s tongue feeding them right back to him, but it’s perfect. It’s insane, and it’s perfect, and Ed’s heart is rabbiting away in his chest, and he’s barely even moving on his own fucking accord at this point, just letting Stede bounce him towards euphoria, because that’s undoubtedly where he’s headed. Can feel the edges of it twisting around his already-tangled nerves, starting to lace through his veins, blooming out from the liquid centre of his pleasure.
And then, fuck—
And then Stede reaches between their bodies to wrap two fingers around the bud of Ed’s puffy little cock, and he strokes, and he squeezes, and he massages a circle over the achingly tender head, and trails of helpless tears spill free down Ed’s cheeks, and then one last rush of fierce bliss melts through the taut stretch of his body as he comes.
Twitching pleasure lacerates every nerve, sears through every vein, leaves him in blissful freefall for a staggering moment of blinding euphoria before he really is falling. Forwards, onto the pink squish of Stede’s chest, letting the tendrils of ecstasy wrack convulsions through his entire fucking body, all the way down to the thump of his feet into the bedsheets.
“Oh god, that’s it, bun,” Stede moans as he tightens his arms around him, still fucking up into him and leaving Ed adrift on the spasms of pleasure rolling through him in time with the grinding of Stede’s hips. “That’s it, my precious little bunny, so fucking good.”
Ed whimpers, face buried in the safe crook of Stede’s neck and hidden by the flop of an ear. He lets his mouth slide languidly against his skin, teeth grazing lightly and then not so lightly, a small nibble soothed by the flick of his tongue, like a kiss. Stede gasps, the hard slap of his hips faltering, stuttering, and then he’s gasping Ed’s name, groaning an “I love you”, calling him “bunny, bun, sweetheart, darling”, as he spills deep and slick into Ed’s body.
He rides it out with slow rolls of his hips, drawing out every last shudder from their bodies, every last twitch of pleasure their nerves have to offer.
Ed couldn’t say how long they stay like that, trembling, pressed up against each other, whispers of “I love you”, of “my precious little bunny” still lingering in the humid space between them.
All he knows is that when Stede grunts a weak “Should probably move sometime soon, bun, don’t want you feeling too sore”, he instinctively clings on tighter, squeezing his thighs around Stede’s hips with what little muscle-energy he has left, surprised to still have any.
“Just a little longer,” he whines, even though Stede is softening inside him, and his come is already starting to leak out from Ed’s cunt, and the cleanup is gonna be a sensory fucking nightmare but Ed can’t find it in himself right now to care.
Stede chuckles, and Ed feels the vibration of it directly against his own heartbeat. He feels fingers skating along the velvet of an ear, and snuffles happily where he lays.
“Alright, love. Little longer. Whatever my sweet bunny wants.”