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Stede blushes, stammering, face creasing in an awkward combination of confusion and delight.
“I– well, that is to say– I mean, that’s certainly very–”
Ed pushes himself up off the bed again—Stede’s babbling increases in volume and pitch as Ed climbs into his lap, straddling him.
“Oh! Well! I’m– I– Gosh!”
Ed takes Stede’s face between his hands and bends down, catching Stede’s lips in an almost painfully tender kiss. For a moment, Stede freezes, uncertain, and then he wraps one arm around Ed’s waist, one hand pushing back into his hair as the kiss deepens. Ed moans as Stede’s tongue presses into his mouth, grinding into Stede’s lap. Finally, just when Stede begins to think he may be about to lose consciousness either from lack of oxygen or simply from shock, Ed pulls back, tossing his hair and grinning, mischievous.
“Whaddya think, Iz?” he asks, looking back over his shoulder. Stede peers past him at the bed where Izzy watches them, wide-eyed.
Izzy doesn’t know whether it’s the heat of the room or the fever still addling his thoughts, but clearly, there’s something he’s misunderstood. Everything feels physical, tangible. Surely a dream could never be this vivid, but, well, can he really be sure of that? He presses the back of his hand to his own forehead, feeling like an idiot as he does it. After all, his hands will be the same temperature as the rest of him, won’t they? Christ, what a twat. Bonnet stares at him, mouth open, lips glistening from the kiss that Edward has just given him. Ed tosses his hair again, looking at Izzy with a kind of focused heat that makes Izzy’s mouth go dry. He’s waiting for an answer, Izzy knows.
“Hnngh,” is all he manages, face flushed. His words die in his throat. Maybe he should give them some privacy? After all, Ed’s just confessed his love to… well, to both of them, it would seem. Izzy blinks, pressing a hand to his own face again. He must be out of his fucking mind. He clears his throat, intending to try again—he can offer to… hmm. Leaving the room is out, with who knows how many of the crew still after Edward’s blood, but he could go and sit in the closet for a while, couldn’t he? That might be the best solution if Ed and Stede…
“Hey, Iz.” Izzy looks up, startled. Ed’s not in Stede’s lap anymore. He crouches in front of Izzy, reaching out a hand, not quite touching him. Izzy frowns at him. Bonnet watches Izzy and Stede both, face still a touch pink, perfect blond hair attractively askew, because of course the bastard would be fucking pretty even when he’s a mess, and Izzy certainly isn’t even a little bit interested in helping Ed make even more of a mess of the… the stupid, arrogant, rich twat, either. The bastard even has the unending fucking gall to look concerned as he meets Izzy’s gaze, like he gives a single flying fuck about Izzy. Izzy glares at him.
“Listen, mate,” Ed continues, taking Izzy’s hand. His thumb strokes over the spade tattooed there, moving a little too fast, nervous, Izzy doesn’t know why. As if Ed should ever have to worry about anything he has to say to Izzy. Not like they haven’t been through enough together by now. “I know it’s a lot. Didn’t mean to spring it on you like this—didn’t mean to spring it on you at all, actually, kind of thought it was never gonna come up but… You know I fuckin’ mean it, right, man?”
Izzy doesn’t know what the fuck Ed is talking about.
“Edward, what the fuck are you talking about?” he says.
Irritatingly, Ed laughs, eyes crinkling, hair falling over his face as he looks down to get his composure back. When he looks up, he’s still smiling, eyes so warm they put the heat of the room and Izzy’s fever and likely the fires of hell themselves to shame. Izzy feels himself blushing, the ache in his cunt suddenly overwhelming.
“I love you, Iz,” Ed says, almost shyly, then gestures to Stede with a little tilt of his head. “Love him too. But I loved you first. Can’t really imagine my life without you. Don’t think I want to. Honestly kind of terrified that I… fuck, man that I could hurt you like I did without even knowing I was doing it. And I should probably let you go after all that–”
Izzy watches Ed’s mouth move. He can’t hear what he’s saying anymore. Ed wants him to go. He feels his chest tightening, desperately swallows the lump in his throat, blinking back tears. Ed’s still talking and Izzy tries to listen, he really does, Ed’s still his captain after all and even if he means to drop Izzy at some fucking port god knows where, he took a fucking oath and he meant it. He breathes quietly, trying to push past the ringing in his ears or the fact that his body is currently telling him to get up and fucking run, as if this isn’t the most useless time imaginable for a fucking fight or flight response. He thinks he might throw up, wonders if he can make it to Bonnet’s stupid perfect delicate porcelain chamberpot, the glass covered in beautifully handpainted roses, as if that’ll do anything to cover up what’s fucking in it. He can make it, he thinks, he just has to move soon and–
“Edward!”
Bonnet’s insufferably posh voice breaks through the ringing in Izzy’s ears.
“Edward, for god’s sake, stop!” he exclaims, and Izzy has half a mind to tell him he has no business speaking to Blackbeard like that, but the idea of saying anything makes him feel like his whole stomach’s about to fall out his fucking mouth, so he bites his tongue. He tastes blood as his teeth open up the spot he bit during the storm, and he winces. The pain brings the world back into focus. Ed looks up at Stede, confused and a little hurt.
“What?” he asks, “Stop what?”
“Stop bloody talking,” Stede says, kneeling down next to Izzy’s bed. “Look at him! You’ve upset him!”
“Dickfuck, no I haven’t,” Ed exclaims, offended. He looks to Izzy for confirmation and his face drops. “Oh fuck, I have.”
His eyes widen and he squeezes Izzy’s hand, resting his chin on the edge of the bed like a worried puppy. Izzy swallows, mouth dry, then sucks in a breath.
“I can go at the next port, sir,” he says, voice devoid of feeling. A little sound forces its way out of Ed’s throat—it’s the sort of noise he makes when he’s been run through.
“Izzy,” he says, voice shaking. “Fuck, I– please. Please, I know I don’t have any fucking right to ask you, and I know it’s fucking selfish, and I know it’s probably the right thing but I–”
Ed’s voice cracks. His eyes bore into Izzy’s, pleading, desperate.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Izzy looks between Ed and Stede, face twisting into an expression of irritation so similar that Ed could almost cry with relief to see it.
“You fucking said I should go,” he says, accusatory. Ed rocks back on his heels, hand to his chest, defensive.
“What? No I fuckin’ didn’t!” he says, insulted. Izzy pushes himself halfway up to seated before Stede moves again, pushing him back down into the pillows and this is it, this is the time he’s going to stab that arrogant, presumptuous twat right in his fucking left side. Izzy reaches for a knife that isn’t there, cursing and growling as he turns to glare at Ed again.
“You said I should go!” he shouts, still furious. Ed stares at him, trying to recall…
“Fuck’s sake, Iz, that was, like, a figure of speech or whatever, mate!” Ed snaps. Stede tilts his head, reviewing his memory of the conversation.
“I believe you mean it was a rhetorical device, darling,” he says helpfully.
“Point is,” Ed continues, narrowing his eyes at Stede, “that’s not what I bloody meant. Damn it Izzy, I’m trying to ask you to stay. I fuckin’ love you, you dick!”
Izzy gesticulates angrily, still struggling against Stede, and Christ, what right did that bastard have to have such strong fucking arms, solid as fucking oak. They pin Izzy distractingly to the bed.
“Well then, fuckin’ say that!” Izzy shouts. Ed’s actual words replay in his head and he deflates, staring at Ed wide-eyed before finally managing to whisper. “I love you too. Twat.”
A soft breeze flows in through the window.
*
A pleasant breeze flutters across the deck, a relief in the heavy humid heat that came before. It ruffles Frenchie’s hair where he stands, whistling, at the foc'sle. He lets out a whoop of triumph, raising his fists in the air as the wind picks up. The stagnant miasma surrounding the ship dissipates as sweet-smelling air dances over the waves, swirling playfully around those still on deck. The Swede, half asleep, sits up slowly, rubbing sweat out of his eyes. Ivan, sitting grimly on the steps, sighs in relief, and Fang squeals, delighted. Buttons, standing at the helm, smiles inscrutably. Olivia,perched in front of him, squawks.
“Aye, Livvy,” Buttons says, “Reckon ye were right. But they’ve a long way to go still.”
Frenchie, heading below to give Olu the news, eyes Buttons nervously, giving him a wide berth. Buttons, in esoteric terms that cause only a slight delay, instructs Fang and Ivan to set the sails, turning the ship southwest. The breeze catches the sails easily and they billow to life, the Revenge skimming easily over the waves, lifted up by the soft, sweet current of wind.
*
The sudden sense of motion makes Izzy gasp, grabbing hold of Stede’s distressingly muscular biceps to stabilize himself. After so long in the strange, still limbo of the becalmed sea, the ship rocking beneath them as it sways forward is almost dizzying. Still, Izzy feels a tension he’d barely even noticed drain from his body—they’re moving again, free of the doldrums and…
Stede is holding him. The arrogant bastard seems to have taken Izzy’s startlement as license to wrap those stupid, sturdy arms around him, cradling him protectively as the ship gathers speed. Why the hell hasn’t he stabbed this prat yet? He’s going to do it. Any minute now. Any second. Christ, Bonnet smells good. Of course he does. Rich fucker. Probably shits diamonds and pisses fucking chardonnay too, no wonder Ed’s so fucking obsessed with him…
Ed stretches out on the bed beside them, head in one hand, watching them with a little smirk. Izzy turns his head to glare at him, uncomfortably aware that not only has he still not stabbed Bonnet, he hasn’t even made a cursory attempt to shove the idiot off him. Not like it’d work anyway. He’s got a fever. He’s helpless. Can’t be held responsible for… for not stabbing somebody when he ought to.
The silence is charged. Stede shifts, clears his throat. Well, at least Izzy’s not the only one who’s fucking uncomfortable right now. Ed’s eyes rake over his body, up and down, lids heavy. He licks his lips. Izzy’s skin is on fire, and this time he knows it’s not the fucking fever.
“Ed,” he says, not sure what he’s asking. Ed’s little smirk widens to a grin. He slides one hand down the length of his body to rest between his legs and Izzy’s mouth goes dry.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” Ed growls. “Just enjoying the show.”
*
Stede doesn’t entirely know how he ended up holding Izzy so tightly. One moment, he’d simply been keeping the stubborn, irritating little man from hopping up off the bed and most likely doing himself a mischief, and the next, the ship had lurched and Izzy had tensed and now… he really ought to let him go. For one thing, he’s almost certain Izzy’s about to stab him, or at least bite him quite viciously. And for another, well, he has absolutely no desire to hold Edward’s nasty, spiteful, irritating, hunky little first mate for one second longer than he has to. He doesn’t. Even if the man does seem to fit perfectly in his arms, his head pressed to Stede’s chest as though it belongs there, the solid warmth of his body making Stede’s heart flutter. He’s too thin, not that Stede cares obviously, surely it’s only because he knows how important Izzy is to Edward. He loves the man, after all, and Stede certainly can’t understand that, can’t imagine a single reason anyone would love such a stubborn, argumentative, loyal, fierce… Oh dear. Anyway. Edward. Think about Edward. Edward, who apparently loves both of them, and how exactly is that supposed to work, anyway? Does he mean to… to spend time with both of them? Separately? Should they work out some sort of schedule? Or is he hoping that all three of them might…
Stede blushes, and oh fuck, he’s still holding Izzy isn’t he? Holding him and very much considering other things. Like the look on Izzy’s face when he and Buttons had slipped out of the auxiliary wardrobe, the worshipful way he looked up at Ed, his hand wrapped around Ed’s cock. Stede hadn’t gotten much of a look between Izzy’s legs—hadn’t managed to catch a glimpse of his cock at all, as a matter of fact—and now he finds himself desperately curious to see exactly what he’s concealing under all those layers of leather. There’s nothing between him and the answer to that particular mystery but a thin sheet. Stede’s own cock is hard, humiliatingly so, and Izzy must be able to feel it. It’s pressed against his hip because, god help him, Stede still has the man pressed flush against his own body, arms wrapped around him tight. That might be a little less embarrassing if Stede could feel any evidence of a, uh, similar sentiment on Izzy’s part, but there’s nothing. The sheet lies smooth and flat against the man’s crotch. Still, the fact that he hasn’t been stabbed yet is encouraging, or at least not discouraging. Ed is lying next to them. Stede can feel his eyes on them, his gaze hot, hungry.
“Ed,” Izzy says, voice hoarser than usual. Stede turns to meet Ed’s gaze, watches him lick his lips, hand wrapped loosely around his own cock and god, Stede’s harder than Brazilian cherrywood. His hips rock forward involuntarily as Ed speaks.
“Don’t mind me—just enjoying the show…”
And, well, presumptuous, isn’t it? Stede has half a mind to tell him as much, after all he’s only just confessed his feelings for both of them, and it’s not as if they’ve had any sort of conversation about it at all and surely… And then Izzy’s hand is on his chin, turning his face roughly and that’s presumptuous too, who does he think he is to manhandle his superior officer and then Izzy drags him down into a kiss and whatever other objections Stede might have had simply vanish. Izzy’s mouth is hot, his tongue pressing into Stede’s mouth, insistent, challenging, exactly like the man himself. Stede kisses back, the rhythm of it reminding him, bizarrely, of one of their arguments. They seem to goad each other, demanding, escalating. Izzy rips at the buttons on Stede’s shirt in a most ungentlemanly way, and how dare he, these are mother of pearl. Stede bites Izzy’s lip, snarling at him. Izzy whimpers, hips rocking against Stede’s leg, and Stede yanks the thin blanket aside, reaching down to grab…
Oh.
Oh my.
Well, that’s not quite what he expected, but never let it be said that Stede Bonnet wasn’t one to rise to a challenge.
Izzy tenses as Stede reaches between his legs, fingers cupping his cunt where he no doubt expected a cock. If Stede makes a fucking fuss about this, he really will fucking stab him. Stede pauses for barely an instant, and then he smiles down at Izzy, hand pressing against him, heel of his palm grinding into Izzy’s little prick as his fingers begin to curl, stroking over the slit of Izzy’s cunt. Izzy grunts, then groans as Stede parts his lips with his middle finger, trailing it lazily in the wetness between them.
“God, Izzy, you’re so wet,” he says, breathless. He looks down at Izzy with genuine wonder, tracing his sopping wet hole with his finger, slow and teasing. Izzy makes a bitten off sound of desperation—Stede smirks at him, and just as Izzy’s about to curse at him, tell the fucking ponce to get a fucking move on, he pushes it inside. Izzy arches up off the bed and Stede presses another finger into him, rocking them in and out as he presses his palm firmly into Izzy’s cock. He strokes them across Izzy’s g-spot and Izzy swears, gripping the bedsheets beneath him.
“I– fuck, Bonnet!” he gasps, looking at Stede in shock. Stede smirks, twisting his fingers in Izzy’s cunt and Izzy wails, back arching again.
“That won’t do at all,” Stede says, voice rough with arousal. “I’m afraid it’s Stede here, unless you’d like to call me ‘captain’.”
Izzy whimpers a little, turning his head to look over at Ed, now stroking his cock as he watches them.
“Ah, that won’t do, mate,” Ed says, leaning forward. There’s a possessive gleam in his eye as he looks down at Izzy. “I’m his captain. You’ll have to find something else.”
Stede hums with exaggerated thoughtfulness, fingers moving in Izzy now achingly slow.
“Well,” he says at last, looking down at Izzy again. He grabs Izzy’s chin, turning Izzy’s face back to him. Izzy stares up at him through slightly glazed eyes, lips parted, shining and Stede’s breath catches for a moment. “I suppose you could always call me ‘daddy’.”
Izzy moans as Stede twists his fingers inside his cunt, rolling them over his g-spot over and over.
“Think he liked that one, Stede,” Ed says. “Daddy it is.”
Izzy whines as the tension starts to build in his belly, looking over at Ed again, wide-eyed, uncertain.
“Come on, Iz,” Ed says, a little teasing. “How about you thank daddy for playing with your pretty little cunt and then I give you a kiss, eh?”
“Oh, that sounds like a marvelous idea, don’t you think, Israel?” Stede gasps as though Ed has just suggested a particularly fine brandy for an after-dinner tipple. Izzy nods desperately, whimpering as Stede pulls back just a touch, pressure on Izzy’s prick not quite enough to push him over the edge. “Go on, then.”
Izzy looks back up at Stede and takes a shaky breath.
“Th- thank you, daddy,” he says, voice breaking as Stede grinds his palm against Izzy’s prick a touch more firmly.
Stede leans down, lips brushing Izzy’s ear as he speaks, fingers still pumping in and out of his cunt, pressure easing back each time Izzy approaches the peak of the wave cresting inside him.
“Why, what for, darling?” he says, disingenuous, smiling over at Ed. Ed smiles back, stroking his cock in rhythm with Stede’s fingers as they fuck Izzy, the sound loud and wet.
“Go on, Iz,” Ed says, voice low, gripping his cock a bit more tightly, rolling the palm of his hand over the top of it and then pumping the shaft. Izzy whines as Stede’s fingers push him to the brink and then pull back again. “You know what we want to hear.”
Izzy stares up at Stede, tears gathering in his eyes as his hips roll with Stede’s fingers, desperate for relief. He takes another deep breath.
“Thank you for– for playing with my pretty little cunt, daddy,” he gasps out and then, all in the same instant, Ed leans forward to take his mouth in a kiss, forceful, commanding, and Stede grinds his palm hard into Izzy’s cock just as his fingers slide over Izzy’s g-spot. Izzy screams into Ed’s mouth, orgasm rolling over him like a tidal wave.
He clings to Ed’s shoulders, shuddering as aftershocks ripple through him. When Ed pulls back, Izzy sucks in a breath, a little sob escaping him as a few tears roll down his face.
“Well,” Stede says, sounding entirely too satisfied with himself as he sits back on his heels, “that was certainly something.”
“Oh, fuck off, Bonnet.” Izzy’s irritation is undermined by the hiccup that forces its way out of his throat with another little sob. Ed strokes his face, wipes away tears. He bends to press another kiss to Izzy’s lips, this one slower, gentler. Izzy whimpers, a fresh flood of tears escaping his eyes, as he turns towards Ed, hands coming up again to tangle in his hair. He whines as Ed pulls away, cupping Izzy’s cheek as he looks down at him.
“What do you want, Iz?” he asks softly. Izzy’s throat bobs as he swallows, voice a harsh whisper when he speaks.
“I want you, Eddie,” he says. Ed hisses through his teeth, eyes glittering. He kisses Izzy again, his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, trailing down to his throat. Izzy tilts his head back, gasping as Ed nips lightly at the side of his neck, kissing down over his collarbone. Ed’s hands slide up Izzy’s body to cup his tits, thumbs playing with the metal bars piercing his nipples. Stede stretches out next to Izzy, running a hand over his hair as Ed makes his way down across Izzy’s belly to settle between his thighs. Izzy stares down at Ed, mouth open, breathing hard. Ed leans down, lips just ghosting over Izzy’s cunt. Izzy whimpers, claps a hand over his own mouth. Stede reaches out, gently pulling his hand away.
“Ah, ah, darling, I think your captain wants to hear you,” Stede says. Izzy moans as Stede grabs his other wrist, holding him down. His grip is firm, not tight, large hands almost totally engulfing Izzy’s wrists. Izzy’s eyes widen as that realization goes straight to his cunt. At the same moment, so does Edward.
“Ah, fuck, Ed,” Izzy shouts, writhing as Stede holds him in place. Ed mouths at Izzy’s cunt, tongue pressing flat, dragging up from his hole to his prick and then down again. He pulls back, tilting his head to rest against one of Izzy’s thighs as he traces his tongue more delicately through the folds of Izzy’s cunt. Izzy throws his head back again, jaw clenched for a moment. Stede, the bastard, murmurs some kind of soothing nonsense, like he thinks he’s calming a horse. Izzy is furious to realize he is calming a bit. He breathes a little more evenly, ribs aching less as he lets Stede hold him down. Ed’s tongue swirls around this entrance to his cunt and then trails back up to Izzy’s cock. Ed licks over the top of it, lips pressing down around it and Izzy gasps, moaning. Stede shifts his grip. Rather than pinning him by the wrists, he holds Izzy’s hands, fingers intertwined, pressing them down into the soft mattress. Izzy’s breath speeds up and he finds himself torn between looking down at Ed and looking up at Stede, watching him intently. Ed shifts again. He grabs Izzy’s thigh, pressing it up and out, opening him wide, other hand slipping two fingers easily into Izzy’s cunt. Ed pumps them in and out, meeting Izzy’s gaze as he looks down towards him. He holds Izzy’s gaze as he curls his fingers, twisting them until he finds Izzy’s g-spot and then rolling them over it as he licks a quick rhythm over Izzy’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Izzy shouts again as his cunt spasms around Ed’s fingers, clinging to Stede’s hand as he comes for the second time. “Eddie!”
Stede leans down—Izzy presses up to meet him, kissing him desperately as Ed works him through it, fingers still stroking, mouth still wrapped around Izzy’s prick until Izzy whimpers into Stede’s mouth, body twisting away from the overstimulation. Ed pulls back, pressing kisses to the insides of Izzy’s thighs. Stede sits back up, releasing Izzy’s hands a little reluctantly—he looks dazed. It takes Izzy a moment to catch his breath, slumped against the pillows as Ed looks up at him, smirking.
“Eddie,” Izzy breathes, all the want of the past 30 years undeniable in his slightly irritated voice. “Get the fuck up here and fuck me.”
*
“Oops, no, sorry, I’ll just take that!” Lucius squeaks, grabbing the match from Jim’s hand just before they can light it. Wee John, crouched at the end of the hall, waiting to see his charges go off, rolls his eyes.
“What now?” John asks as Jim, knife drawn, backs Lucius into the wall.
“Um!” Lucius squeaks, eyes wide as he stares down at the well-sharpened blade.
“You’ve got three seconds to convince me not to stab you in the face and throw you overboard again, hombrecito,” Jim growls as another moan from Izzy echoes out of the captains’ quarters.
“Right,” Lucius says with a pained grin, “listen, I know you were, uh, raised by nuns and everything but does *that*–”
Lucius raises his eyebrows as another moan helps illustrate his point.
“–really sound like somebody who isn’t having a good time to you?”
Jim’s eyes narrow, but they lower the knife slightly. Lucius slumps back against the wall.
“He shouldn’t even be in there right now,” Jim insists, looking around for support, “let alone fucking the captains!”
Lucius shrugs eloquently.
“I mean, let he who has never had really amazing sex with somebody who just tried to kill him throw the first stone, right?” he says. Jim stares at Lucius in fascinated horror as Frenchie sticks his head around the corner.
“That’s a good point, actually,” he says. “And also, didn’t we agree on not blowing up the ship?”
Jim grits their teeth, finally tucking their knife back into whatever secret pocket it usually sits in.
“Fine,” they snarl, turning to stalk away.
“Aw, I never get to blow anything up!” John mutters, following them.
Lucius stares at the truly massive amount of gunpowder piled outside the captains’ cabin.
“Right,” he says, “I’ll just get a broom then, shall I?”
*
Ed crawls back up Izzy’s body. He moves slowly, eyes intent, hair hanging down over his face. Izzy can barely think straight, certainly can’t fully wrap his mind around the fact that this is actually happening and not simply the hottest, most elaborate wet dream of his life. If it is a dream, he hopes to whatever god or devil hears the prayers of old sea dogs like him that he never wakes up. Ed kisses him again, lips tasting of Izzy’s cunt, and Izzy moans into his mouth, hips rocking against Ed’s leg, hands clutching at Ed’s back.
“Eddie, fuck,” he groans brokenly. Ed silences him with another kiss, hand slipping down to play with Izzy’s still oversensitized cunt. When he pulls back Izzy gasps for air, beyond words.
“Did you want something, Iz?” Ed says, a mischievous twinkle in his eye and Izzy whimpers, looking pleadingly first at Ed, then at Stede.
“Oh, come now, Edward,” Stede says, clucking his tongue disapprovingly. “I think Izzy’s been very clear about what exactly he wants.”
Stede’s eyes are hot as he looks down at Izzy. Izzy can’t believe this is the same bumbling idiot they saved from the Spanish all those months ago. Stede leans down, runs his fingers through Izzy’s hair, petting him softly as he speaks.
“Good boys should be rewarded, don’t you think, darling?”
Izzy whines, hips twitching involuntarily at the words and Ed grins down at him.
“Makes a good point, doesn’t he?” Ed says, and then the head of his cock presses against the entrance to Izzy’s cunt. Izzy groans, throwing his head back as Ed slowly, impossibly slowly, pushes in partway. He pauses when the tip of his cock is just inside and Izzy whines, wrapping his legs around Ed to try to pull him in properly.
“Ah, ah, darling,” Stede says, unwittingly putting the stabbing option back on the table. “You’re still convalescing—I’m afraid you’re going to have to lie still and take what Ed gives you…”
Ed pulls back. Izzy whines at the loss of his cock and Ed kisses the corner of Izzy’s mouth. Ed and Stede share some wordless communication, and then they’re shifting, Ed pulling Izzy up in his arms, allowing Stede to settle behind him. Stede wraps his arms around Izzy from behind, pulling him back to rest against his broad, strong chest. He holds Izzy in place as Ed leans over him again.
“Eddie, please,” Izzy whimpers, spreading his legs, tilting his hips up as best he can, an invitation and a plea.
“Shh, Iz, I’ve got you,” Ed murmurs. He kisses Izzy’s throat, reaching down to take hold of his own cock, dragging the head up and down Izzy’s slit. Ed stares down at Izzy’s cunt, using his cock to spread the wetness leaking from his open, grasping hole. apparently fascinated by it. He watches his prick slide over the full, plump lips, just catching on Izzy’s hole before he drags it up and away again. Izzy whines, desperate. He clutches at Stede’s arms as he tries to get some purchase to thrust back against Ed’s prick.
“Edward,” Stede says, fond, indulgent. “Don’t you think you’ve teased him enough?”
Ed looks up, startled, a bit embarrassed.
“Huh?” he says, and then, “Oh, right! Sorry, Iz.”
Izzy growls at him, exasperated and Ed laughs, leaning down to kiss him as he finally, finally presses his cock into Izzy’s cunt. They both groan as he buries himself in the hot, clinging heat, Izzy’s cunt clenching around him, hands clutching at his arms. Ed stares down at Izzy, mouth open, eyes wide, like he can’t quite believe what he sees. And then, with almost painful tenderness, he pulls out almost entirely before thrusting back in with a roll of his hips.
“Fuck!” Izzy shouts as Ed does it again, that same aching tenderness in every movement. Ed’s lips brush his forehead, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth.
“I love you, Izzy,” Ed whispers after each kiss, “I love you, I love you…”
Izzy gasps, Ed’s cock pumping in and out of him so fucking slowly, the feeling of it unbelievable, better than he could have imagined. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Ed’s tenderness makes him feel as if he’ll shake apart, as if everything inside him has already turned to shattered glass, cutting him to pieces.
“Fuck, Eddie, I love you too,” he gasps, tears spilling down his cheeks, unable to meet Ed’s gaze, “Now will you please fuck me like you fucking mean it?”
Stede snorts a laugh and Ed glares up at him for a moment before turning his attention back to Izzy, eyes dark, calculating.
“Careful what you ask for, mate,” he says with a teasing smile. Izzy just rolls his eyes, pulling at Stede’s arms and grinding up against Ed. Ed chuckles. “Alright, alright…”
And then, body pressed to Izzy’s, pinning him tight between his captains, Ed wraps his arms around Izzy’s waist and thrusts into him hard. Izzy gasps, and before he can gather his wits to demand more, faster, Ed fucks into him again. Ed’s hips grind against his, and then he thrusts into him again, and again, and all Izzy can do is moan, a constant stream of desperate little noises and pleas.
“Oh, fuck– Eddie, fuck, don’t– fuck, don’t stop!”
“God, Iz, you’re so fucking hot, so fucking wet for me,” Ed growls into Izzy’s ear as he fucks him faster, harder. He reaches down, catching Izzy’s little cock between his fingers, rolling it between them and Izzy screams. His orgasm rips through him like wildfire, emptying his mind, leaving nothing but the white hot pleasure of Ed fucking him. Ed’s hips stutter as Izzy’s cunt pulses around him, and he comes with a long, low groan, burying himself deep inside. Izzy lies between Ed and Stede, all tension gone from his body, aware of nothing but the tingling aftershocks and the warmth of their bodies. After a moment, he shifts slightly, grunting.
“Eddie, you weigh a fucking ton, get off me,” he says, half-heartedly shoving at Ed. Ed rolls to the side, curling around Izzy, kissing his face again. Izzy shifts awkwardly, then sighs. “One of us is going to have to do something about Bonnet.”
Ed frowns, looking up at them both. Stede flushes, suddenly feeling like an intruder, before Izzy continues.
“His cock’s been pressed up against my arse this whole fuckin’ time—big one, too, and doesn’t that fuckin’ figure. You want to give him a hand, Eddie, or should I?”
“Oh, that’s, that’s really not necessary,” Stede says, raising his hands and blushing furiously. “I mean, I know I, I interrupted the two of you earlier, and it was lovely of you to include me, really, but I’m sure Izzy would prefer if you didn’t–”
Izzy twists around to eyeball him and Stede stops mid sentence, hands flapping nervously.
“So you’re saying you don’t want your dick sucked?” he asks dubiously. Stede, somehow, turns even redder.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t *want* it, exactly…” he says and Izzy rolls his eyes.
“Then shut up and let one of us suck your dick,” he says, voice dropping lower as he adds, “daddy.”
Stede’s jaw drops and he groans as Izzy strokes a hand over his chest, trailing fingers down through his chest hair and across the soft expanse of his belly.
“I– That is, if you insist,” Stede gasps. Izzy glances back at Ed, impatient.
“Come on, Eddie, we both know you’re the one he wants,” he says. Stede clicks his tongue, uncertain. Ed pushes himself up, shifting Izzy until both of them are spread out over Stede’s chest, one on either side. He looks up at Stede coyly.
“Wouldn’t be too sure about that, Iz,” he says, winking at Stede. “Stede’s rich, right? Used to getting exactly what he wants exactly the way he wants it.”
Stede frowns, confused, and Ed continues.
“What makes you think he’s gonna want to choose?”
Before Stede can ask Ed exactly what he means by that, Ed leans forward and catches Izzy’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. Izzy moans, grinding his cunt against Stede’s leg as Ed kisses him. Stede stares at them, jaw slack, cock aching. Ed pulls back and turns to Stede again, lips swollen and shining from the kiss. He leans forward, lips parting as he presses his mouth to Stede’s. The kiss is slow and filthy, Ed’s tongue exploring Stede’s mouth with a kind of lazy confidence. Stede groans, hands tangling tightly in Ed’s hair, and then gasps, startled, when he feels Izzy’s lips close over his nipple, tongue swirling around it before Izzy pulls off with pop. Stede breaks away from Ed for a moment, staring down at Izzy. Izzy grins at him, then turns back to Stede’s chest, kissing and sucking his way down Stede’s belly, little bruises springing up in his wake. Ed trails his lips down Stede’s neck, nipping at his pulse point, then laving over it with his tongue. Stede feels utterly undone, nothing but half-words and moans escaping him as Ed follows Izzy down Stede’s chest, over his belly, to settle between his legs. Ed unbuttons his pants, pulling out…
“Fuckin’ hell, mate,” Ed says, staring at Stede’s cock, wide eyed. Izzy somehow looks disgusted and aroused all at once.
“Told you it felt fuckin’ huge,” he growls. “As if this bastard needs one more thing to be cocky about, born with a silver spoon up his arse.”
Stede glares at Izzy, about to protest that he had no say whatsoever in the size of his member, thank you very much, and that in fact, it’s largely been more trouble than it’s worth. Izzy leans over, and drags his tongue up the side of his throbbing prick.
“Oh,” Stede says instead, “Fuck.”
Ed, not one to be outdone, does the same to the other side. Stede, gripping the sheets on either side of him for dear life, can only stare down at the two of them. They lick and suck at his cock, occasionally pausing to kiss each other. Ed wraps a hand around the base of Stede’s cock, pumping it as Izzy mouths as the head and Stede whines, hips working involuntarily. Ed bends down again, his tongue hot and wet against the seam of Stede’s cock. He moves up towards the head, moaning as his mouth meets Izzy’s. They kiss around Stede’s cock, all lips and tongue and drool, Ed’s hand still pumping the base. Every moan, every whimper, sends vibrations down the length of Stede’s prick, the feeling building like fire in his belly. His head falls back and he bites his lip. He wants desperately to hold out a bit longer, doesn’t want it to end. All he can feel is their mouths on him, the wet heat as Izzy’s lips close over the top of his cock again, bobbing down to meet the top of Ed’s hand. Stede’s hips buck and Ed chuckles. Izzy moans as Stede’s cock pushes further into his mouth. Ed grabs Izzy’s hair, pulling him up off Stede’s cock and into another kiss. Izzy whines as Ed licks into his mouth, eyes glazed when Ed finally lets go.
“You like that, mate?” Ed asks, and Izzy nods, breathing hard. Ed grins.
“Hey, Stede,” He says, voice hoarse, still looking at Izzy. “You wanna fuck his face?”
Stede looks back down at the two of them, utterly debauched, lips red and swollen from sucking his cock.
“C’mon, Iz, tongue out,” Ed says. Izzy opens his mouth, tongue hanging out as he looks up at Stede, waiting patiently. Stede feels a shock of arousal so intense it’s a miracle he doesn’t come on the spot. Still, he hesitates. After a moment, Izzy makes an irritated little sound.
“What are you waiting for, Bonnet, an engraved invitation?”
“Izzy,” Ed says, teasing and warning all at once. Izzy shoots him a look, apparently unimpressed, then looks back at Stede, pouting winsomely.
“Please, daddy, don’t you want to fuck my face?”
Stede swallows, mouth dry, cock throbbing, and then reaches down to stroke Izzy’s cheek.
“Of course, darling,” he says, and then pushes his fingers back into Izzy’s hair. Stede tightens his grip. Izzy opens his mouth, tongue out again, patient, obedient. Stede pulls him down onto his cock, pushing it in and in and in, feeling it breach Izzy’s throat. The muscles spasm around him. Izzy swallows around his cock as he fights to control his gag reflex. Little wet sounds escape him as Stede thrusts in and then pulls back out.
“God, Izzy,” Stede gasps, head falling back again. Ed strokes a hand over Izzy’s hair, pushing his head down.
“That’s it, Stede,” he says, “Give him what he needs.”
Stede groans, gripping the bedsheets again. Ed holds Izzy in place, one hand in his hair, the other on the back of his neck. Izzy’s hands clutch at Stede’s thighs as Stede fucks his face, the sounds coming from his throat the most obscene thing Stede has ever heard.
“Oh, fuck, Izzy,” he gasps, and then “Ed!”
His hips stutter. He thrusts up, flush against Izzy’s face as he comes down his throat. He stays like that for an instant, and then Ed gently helps Izzy sit back up, Stede’s cock slipping from his mouth to lie, softening, against his thigh.
“Eddie,” Izzy gasps, catching his breath. Ed wraps his arms around him, kissing his face, speaking to him softly.
“So good for us, Iz, such a good boy…”
Izzy lets out a sob and Stede can’t help but stretch out his arms. Ed pushes Izzy forward to lay against Stede’s chest, then nestles in beside him, stroking his hair, murmuring praise. Izzy’s eyes are still glazed when he looks up at Stede, tear tracks shining in the diffuse light from the window.
“Was I good?” he asks, voice slurred. Stede, still dazed himself, cups Izzy’s cheek, then pulls him into a gentle kiss.
“Darling,” he says, “You were perfect.”