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Talking like this, over the phone instead of face to face, meant that Ed could close his eyes, lay back and really, truly imagine it, imagine Stede being here with him, fucking him into the mattress.
With one hand on his tits and the other on the dildo in his ass, he listened to Izzy talk.
No, he was listening to Stede talk.
Yeah, the accent was still a bit off, even after Izzy had practiced it, but the words were the right ones, finally.
"You look beautiful, all laid out for me." Iz- Stede breathed into the microphone, the sound of him fucking his own fist barely noticeable in the background. Unlike a real dick, the strap wouldn't come before Ed and ruin everything again.
No, this was all about Edward, as it should be.
"My beautiful, perfect, wonderful Edward-" Stede's voice stocks for a moment, his mouth closes as he tries to keep going. "Tell me, fuck- do you like my member inside of you? Filling you up?"
Ed does, so he plays along, moans into the phone. "Stede, you feel so big inside of me!"
It's Stede's dick that spears him open, again and again, the dildo hitting everything perfect inside of him.
"Wonderful, magnificent. You're perfect, Edward, perfect."
Another moan from Ed, another shiver running down Stede's body.
"Edward, please- finger yourself for me, I want to- I need to feel your fingers next to my cock!" Stede slips up for a moment, his voice getting just a bit too low for a moment but Edward is too busy to really notice.
He traces a finger around his pussy, over and over. It feels good, to not have to think, to be worshiped like this.
"And what if I don't?"
"Please, Ed-" now that the voice is just perfect again, Edward thrusts a finger into himself.
"Just kidding. Fingering myself so hard right now, fuck! It feels so good-"
Everything builds and builds and builds, but Ed needs to hear it, needs it.
"Please, Stede, say it, say it!"
Edward doesn't have to beg for long, no.
Stede's voice breaks again as he answers, desperately rushing out the words.
"I love you, so much- you're like the moon, I love you, fuck, please, my beloved Edward-"
At that, Edward comes, around his fingers and the toy, not keeping silent.
Stede- Izzy keeps rambling on, until Ed cuts him off with a yawn.
He's tired, especially after coming so hard. On the other side of the phone, all noise stops.
"Thanks dude. Same time next week?"
It takes a moment for Izzy to agree, but he does. He always says yes to Edward.
"Great, talk to you then!"