bakerstreet | smut pic prompts for days. or at least a day!

“Christ, yeah, anything you want,” Ed punches out on a breath, almost relieved - why? He’s not usually self-conscious but fucking hell, he wants Stede to want him. Wants Stede’s hands all over him.

"Jolly good," and with the permission granted, Stede moves forward and shifts his body, reaching out to properly wrap his fingers around Ed, pushing the other man's away and beginning to move. It's different from touching his own cock, from feeling the familiar weight of himself, but that makes it better. He tries to follow the same motions that Ed had been using, but his eyes lift up and stare at him, watching his face with an intensity that can't be disguised.

Ed closes his eyes then, not used to being studied and touched like this. It’s not as though he’s never had a handy before - but Stede is both attentive and tender in a way that he’s never experienced. It’s not just the nice oil. It’s all of it.

He slides a hand into Stede’s hair, feeling those soft curls around his fingers, luxuriating in them as he rolls his hips on a hitching breath into Stede’s touch.

“Fucking… fuck,” he mutters, a little overwhelmed.

Edward is beautiful when he's overwhelmed, moving his hips up into the palm of Stede's hands, and for a moment he stops moving because he is so captivated by the way that Ed looks. Recognising the issues that come with not continuing the pleasure, however, he quickly picks up the pace again.

It's easy, then, to move even closer, to hover over Ed, to watch him breathlessly, his eyes soft and gentle and filled with awe. It's easy to feel these emotions and recognise them for what they are, but fear putting it to name.

Instead, Stede leans down and presses a gentle kiss against Ed's mouth, careful and soft.

Ed almost whines when Stede pauses, his hips never stopping their rocking motion. He wants, he wants, he’s dizzy with it, and when he feels Stede’s lips, he kisses him back, eyes finally flying back open.

“Stede, I’m…” he’s close, but not quite there, and there’s almost a plea in his look. “Tell me… fuck, tell me I’m good,” he says, flushing at the very idea, embarrassed, almost.

The desire to push Ed over the edge is consuming and for a moment Stede gets lost in it, focussing on the movement of his hand and letting his eyes watch the rocking of Ed's hips, dazed from the sounds echoing around them. He's beautiful like this, stunning, and he wants to say it but can't find the proper words, every single line of poetry he has ever learned suddenly flying away.

Ed, as he has always done, guides him forward, and Stede gasps as he leans in to take another kiss, his words soft and painfully honest. There's nothing Stede wants more than to give that to him.

"You are good," and he means it, even as his voice is soft as a whisper. "You look beautiful like this and you made me feel good too. No one has ever made me feel as good as you have and you deserve this, because you are wonderful."

Those words hit him like a ton of bricks - it always hits him funny when Stede says things like that, right from their first meeting when he’d said you’re a good man, Ed so casually, like it wasn’t the most unlikely and amazing thing anyone had ever said to him.

He comes with a low moan, clinging to Stede like a lifeline, face pressed into his chest as he spills over Stede’s hand.

"Oh, aren't you lovely?" The words slip out before Stede can say anything else, do anything else, caught up in the beauty that is Ed and a moment of pure pleasure. His lips brush against his cheek gently, his hand is discreetly wiped on a piece of bedding what will absolutely be washed later, and then he is moving to cuddle closer.

He hadn't wondered if Ed was much of a cuddler before, but he is hoping that he might be now. Stede absolutely feels like a nice cuddle after that.

Pirates don’t cuddle. There’s no time, or room, or anything, for cuddling, usually. Not in Ed’s experience.

But then, Stede’s not a very fucking good pirate, is he? Maybe that’s okay. Because Ed doesn’t want to go anywhere, just wants to wrap himself around Stede and keep him close. So he does, pressing his face against Stede’s neck, breathing him in.

“Is that how fancy people do it?” he asks eventually, against his warm skin. “With… soft touches, and soft words?”

Stede's arms wrap around him gently, drawing him close, fingers stroking along his back and then up, to stroke through his hair gently, because he remembers that Ed likes that and he wants to keep giving Ed those nice things.

The question does make him pause for thought and he considers it quietly before he speaks, his voice mumbled against the shape of Ed's body.

"Sometimes," he admits. "I suppose it's much like anything else and depends on the person and whom it is you're with. I'll admit I don't have much experience of it being anything but... Duty."

Ed practically fucking purrs at the feeling of Stede’s hands in his hair. He might as well be boneless, as good as it feels.

Duty. Oh, right. The wife. Is that the only person Stede has been with? Ed doesn’t bother to ask that aloud. He’s feeling too good to drag in stuff like that.

“I think I like it that way,” he murmurs instead. “I like it with you.”

This is the sort of thing that happens when you're married young and the whole thing is arranged and beyond your control; his sense of what he ought to be doing is trapped in what society would beg of him. Running away to become a pirate may be the best and worst thing he has ever done.

He continues to let his fingers move through Ed's hair, idle and unconcerned, as he smiles fondly.

"I like it with you, too. Very much." A kiss lands gently on Ed's forehead. "I'd quite like to do it again, actually."

“Want you to fuck me next time,” Ed says bluntly, without further preamble. Like he’s decided that, just now, and had to announce it.

Stede splutters almost immediately, leaning back to give Ed a proper Look.

“You must warn a man before you say something like that!”

Okay, he can’t help but smile at that.

“How’m I supposed to warn you? Kinda tough when you’re asking a bloke to bugger you. Should I have Lucius write it on a fancy bit of paper? ‘Stede Bonnet, would you do me the honor of fucking me later?’ I had it in my mouth already, next I’d like it up my -“

Okay he’s enjoying this way too much.

“You could have led up to it a little! Perhaps ‘oh, Stede, that was wonderful, may I make a suggestion for next time?’ Not - that, Ed!”

The truth is, of course, that Stede is smiling, drawing back closer to their embrace with a shake of his head. Yes, he may be blushing and terrible nervous about the very idea of buggery, but that doesn’t mean he’s against the notion. All he needs is a little time to prepare.

“And, please, let’s not talk about the poor boy in bed. He’d never forgive us.”

Ed has that mischievous gleam in his eyes. He can't help it! Stede just brings it out in him.

"Alright, you try, then. Make a suggestion."

“I’d like to do that, of course. With a little education, if you please, since my - well, I’ve not had much of it.” It comes out as a fumble, Stede moving in to let himself curl around Ed a little. It’s easier this way, to mutter his words against hair and skin.

“Both ways, perhaps? I’d like to try it. And have you in my mouth.”

"Mmph, yeah," Ed says quietly. If he was a younger man, he'd probably be getting aroused again, because the thought of Stede sucking him off? Well, that's definitely a fantasy he's cherished for a while. As it is, the spirit is willing but the body is kinda old and creaky, so he just hums pleasantly and presses a kiss to Stede's mouth.

"Wanna do it all, mate."

They're both of an age where it might take a little while to reignite the fire, but that doesn't mean the passion and the softness isn't there. Stede leans into the kisses, lets his hands stroke over Ed's body, tracing the shape of his scars and his tattoos and his chest.

All of it is beautiful.

"Is there anything... Else you'd like to do? Anything I can do?"

Ed thinks about that, nuzzling his face into Stede’s neck, running a hand through his hair.

“Dunno,” he murmurs. “I like… this.”

It's incredibly easy to lean into the touch, to let his eyes close and his soft, fondness for Ed overtake him. His own fingers are tracing the shapes of Ed's body, along his spine and waist and hip, to try and memorise it.

"Softness?" Stede smiles softly. "Would you like me to be gentle with you?"

"I've never really... done it like this before," Ed admits. "Gentle." There is so little in his life that has ever been gentle. Or soft. "I s'pose I do like it. With you."

"Well," Stede says with a soft laugh, "I've heard that I am rather soft myself at times, so I think that might be a necessary feature at first. Until I get to grips with everything that the two of us enjoy."

"It's you," Ed says after a moment. "It's good, cuz it's you. I enjoy... you."

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