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“Oh it’s really you!” Ed said after opening the door.
The eyes of the cute curly blond man on his doorstep widened in surprise “Yes? Were you... were you waiting for someone else?”
Well done, Teach, way to start the evening on a totally normal note.
“Nono, I just thought your profile pic might have been fake. Or doctored a bit at least.”
“Really? Why?”
“The... the hair.”
The look of total bewilderment on the other man’s face made Ed wince. “You hum, you have this Disney prince hair... uh... Wanna come in?”
The man smiled - a sun powered thing that made Ed feel a bit weak in the knees “Well, you look absolutely lovely, Kraken was it? Love the long hair, it suits you. And yes, I’d love to come in”
Lovely, uh? That was an usual one.
Ed stepped back to let the man in - Stede on the app but that, at least, had to be fake. He was feeling a bit unsteady, which was not how these things were supposed to go. He was confident, seductive and sexy, not a fucking blushing maiden.
“I honestly don’t have the skills to doctor a photo,” Stede said while removing his expensive-looking teal ankle boots in Ed's corridor, “nor the wish. I wouldn’t want to create any false hope or disappointment, you know? But I do have some skills in hair wrangling”. He flashed Ed a cheeky grin full of dimples, his hazel eyes twinkling, and shit this should not have that kind of effect on Ed.
“Well I’m not disappointed,” he said while checking Stede out in the most obvious way possible. Not subtle, but he had to find his way back to the normal tracks somehow. Stede blushed a yummy pink and it tasted like victory.
“Would you like something to drink?” he proposed while leading Stede to his living room, motioning him towards his battered black leather sofa.
“Yes, please”
After rattling off what was available, Ed went to the open kitchen to pour them both a whisky, exaggerating slightly the swag of his hips, while Stede seated himself primly on the sofa. “Oh I have something for you, by the way! Or for us, rather.”
Speechless, Ed watched as Stede exhumed a small black box adorned with a pink ribbon from his baby blue suede satchel.
“You brought me a gift” Ed's tone was rendered flat by a mix of surprise and worry. He'd had encounters where guys thought they could bring accessories, toys or drugs, present those as a “gifts”, and then act all butthurt when he was not interested. Of course, in some few cases he'd been very much interested, but still...
“It's pralines from Gauthier!” Stede announced brightly, “my favourite”. He smiled at Ed, who was bringing the glasses over. “It will go perfectly with the whisky.”
Alright, this guy's a lunatic.
But hey, he was not going to refuse luxury chocolates, was he?
Ed opened the box slowly, revealing pralines adorably shaped like sea creatures. He grabbed an octopus, popped it into his mouth and immediately let out a filthy moan. Not even on purpose. This thing was fucking Heaven.
“Fuck, it's good” he said, mouth still full.
Stede beamed, and took a mermaid from the box. He nibbled at the head and followed it with a gulp of whisky. His low hum of appreciation made Ed vibrate a bit. He'd had to make this sound happen again.
He copied Stede and took a sip from his glass and yeah, OK, it worked.
Man, this guy already gave me more pleasure with fucking pralines than some dudes with their dicks.
Ed realised that Stede was staring at him, and he gave him his flirtiest look while swallowing slowly the rest of his drink. Let's get this thing started.
“Your eyes are stunning.” the lunatic said in his most earnest tone “Like chocolate and whisky.”
Ed nearly chocked on the last drop of booze. “Uh, thanks, mate” he answered in a strangled voice. He was still trying to find a more clever reply when the blonde gently grabbed his wrist and kissed him softly on his pulse point, then his heel and finally his palm, this last one lingering.
“Uh” Ed said, eloquently.
“Is this ok?”, Stede whispered, gazing into Ed's eyes.
Nope. Ed was experiencing a wave of feelings, and that would not do.
Getting his hand back, he grabbed Stede behind the neck, his other hand on the man's cheek (so fucking soft), and kissed him, hungry and filthy. He immediately licked at the seam of Stede's mouth and then inside when the other man parted his lips for him. The blonde was making the most delicious sounds, whimpers and hums and moans, no attempt at looking cool or unaffected.
Ed was just finding his marks again, arousal ramping up, when he felt Stede's fingers carding delicately through the locks at the base of his head and starting to gently massage his scalp, with a light touch of his fingertips. Oh fuck, this is nice.
The fingers went slowly up, moving in slow circles, and it was so good. So good in fact, that Ed stopped moving, letting Stede do all the kissing. When the feather-light touches reached the top of his head, Ed was overwhelmed by a full body shiver and let out a high whimper into Stede's mouth. He tensed before melting into Stede's arms, electrocuted by tenderness.
“Do you like your head touched?” asked Stede against his cheek, his tone a bit smug.
“Hm'yeah” Ed breathed out shakily. “I generally like my hair pulled”
“We can do that too” Stede murmured, like a promise.
Oh god, I’m fucked.
Ed gathered himself and ducked towards Stede's neck, biting his jaw lightly on the way. He kissed and bit and sucked at the soft skin between Stede's ear and his shoulder, getting more glorious noises out of him, then tugged at the collar of his peacock button-up to access his freckled shoulder. He continued his ministrations while unbuttoning partially the shirt, Stede's hand still caressing softly the back of his head. When he'd opened it enough, he kissed down with purpose towards Stede's nipple, nipping and sucking at the nub. When he tried to move back to finish opening the shirt, Stede's hand grabbed at his hair and kept him there.
“Please” he pleaded softly, eliciting a new shiver up Ed's spine. “Please darling”
Ed should have cut the darling bullshit immediately - he was nobody's darling - but he had a delicious hardening nipple in the mouth, and a firm but respectful hand in his hair and he was in a weird dazed but extremely pleasant state since the head massage, so he went back to gently suckling at it, reaching under the (very) soft fabric of the shirt to thumb at the other one. Stede's heady smell was filling him in like whisky.
Stede clearly loved having his tits played with. He was soon squirming and mewling, and he increased the pressure behind Ed's head, tugging more firmly at his hair. Ed grabbed the side of Stede's pec and cut his own air by making it bulge - fucking worth it. At a particularly vicious bite, Stede bucked up with a cry and let Ed go.
Ed lunged for Stede’s mouth, pinched the nipple still under his thumb while drinking Stede's whimper, then let himself slide down from the sofa between the man's legs. He was already attacking his fly when Stede made a contrarian “Oh! But...”
Ed stopped, his hands on Stede’s splayed thigh. “Problem? I’m good at this y’know.”
“Oh, I am very sure you are!” He took both of Ed’s hands in his and guided him back on the sofa. “It’s just... you seemed to be limping a bit earlier so I feel bad seeing you kneel on the floor and... well I was actually looking forward to, hum, pleasuring you.”
“Well, not gonna say no if you wanna suck my cock, mate.” He reached for his own fly but Stede stopped him by grabbing his hands again and firmly putting them on the sofa on each side of Ed’s thighs.
“Let me, please.” Stede reached into the chocolate box, extracted a praline (a seahorse) and slid it between Ed’s lips. “Just relax, darling”. He then lowered himself to the floor, kneeling primly, back straight, like at prayer.
“Hm’right” Ed mumbled, letting the delicious chocolate melt on his tongue while Stede was unzipping his leather pants. To Ed’s surprise, Stede did not make the mistake of trying to yank everything down but expertly removed the very tight leathers by tugging at the right places at the right moment, and Ed was in his briefs in record time.
Well look at that, this guy’s really full of surprise...
“D’you have experience with leather, Stede? Or maybe with removing pants in general?”
Stede snorted a laugh “I’m a theatre costumer, so yes to both.”
“Oh, that’s not stereotypical at all, hmm?”
Stede giggled (what a perfect sound, god) “Isn’t it? I cannot believe it took me 44 years to realise I was into men.”
Ed was definitely going to ask follow-up questions after this bomb of a revelation but Stede was now palming Ed’s dick through the soft cotton of his lucky briefs (the ones with the stars) and what left his mouth instead was a short strangled moan.
Stede gently tugged the underwear down and removed it entirely, caressing Ed’s thighs and legs on the way. “I love your tattoos, such wonderful art” he murmured.
“You’re so, so lovely, darling” the absolute madman added in a fond, warm tone while gazing adoringly at Ed’s now uncovered dick.
Ed snickered. This dude was so weird, but so fucking nice. He could get used to that... Stede’s appraising look suddenly changed to a frown, his nose scrunching up “Oh god, this must have hurt.” He reached gingerly for Ed’s left inner thigh.
Ah shit. Here we go.
Stede was following with his fingertips the edge of the large bruise Ed knew was there. He stopped suddenly and squealed, “Wait. Is that a shoe print?”
“Ah. Yep. Some dudes see the leather and the, you know, bottom thing, and think I’m into getting kicked around. Told him to fuck right off with that and he got better after.”
Stede stared at him, his nose scrunched anew “You had sex with this man after he kicked you non consensually?”
“Hey, I got kicked, was already a shit night! Wasn’t going to make it even worse by not getting fucked, was I?”
“Was it satisfying?”
“Meh. Still better than jerking off.” Ed shrugged, feeling defensive “Are we discussing my choice in fuck buddies right now, or are we actually fucking?”
“Fair enough.” Stede answered softly “My apologies.”
“S’okay”
Stede put back his fingertip around the bruised area and started planting delicate, barely-there kisses on it, soon followed by quick kitten licks. For the third time tonight, Ed shivered.
“Stede” he whined.
The man answered with a small hum, and the licks and kisses started going slowly up Ed's thigh, while Stede's left hand moved to his other thigh, thumbing gently at the crease where it joined his groin.
“You fucking tease”
“I want to savour you, you taste delicious, my dear”
Ed groaned, and he could not have said if it was from embarrassment, arousal or a more dangerous third thing.
“If you were going to be like this, you could have let me suck you off, you madman”.
Stede smiled softly and stroked the underside of Ed’s dick from tip to base with his fingertips “I think not.” Still caressing back and forth, he started lapping at Ed’s balls with the same short quick taunting licks he’d applied to his thigh earlier, but soon started slower and broader strokes of his tongue.
Ed was humming quietly, eyes closed. Stede’s touch on his cock was maddeningly soft and just short of tickling. He was rock hard and could feel himself leaking on his t-shirt.
That was unusual these days. Oh, he always managed to come, somehow, but it had been a while since he’d been truly overwhelmed like that.
“Stop handling me like fucking china, mate”
He felt the man smile against his balls “I don’t usually lick my tea cups, but fine.”
Ed’s breathless laugh was cut short by a moan when Stede finally put his lips around him, still gentle, licking and suckling at the head. He stayed there a criminally long time, one hand stroking Ed’s cock slowly up and down from the root, the other one tracing idle forms with his fingertips on his thigh, his hip, moving under his black mesh shirt to reach his stomach.
Ed was losing his entire mind, and making noises he did not know he was capable of, his fingers weakly grabbing at the soft soft soft blond hair at the back of Stede’s head, not daring to tug. This guy was a new kind of sadist. He tortured people - Ed - with gentleness. The gentleman sadist or something?
“Stede! Fuck! Please!”
Stede finally started bobbing his head, sucking hard on each upstroke. His fingers reached a nipple, keeping the same feather light touch on and around it, and Ed had to breathe deeply to avoid shooting off immediately.
He managed to stave it off but he was close. No way - no fucking way - he was letting that happen. He didn’t know how this dude fucked but it was going to be fascinating for sure and Ed was going to come on his cock if he had to fight for it. 10 years ago he might have tried for both, but that was a long gone option.
He gave a slight tug to the bunch of silky golden curls in his hand and managed to choke out a reedy “Stede, mate, stop”. Stede gave a last strong suck on the way up, licking into his slit and making Ed’s back arch.
“Don’t wanna come like this. Please fuck me? Yeah?”
“Of course my dear. Let me grab some lube, hmm?” He reached into his satchel and got out a fancy red bottle of lube of a brand unknown to Ed, followed by a handful of brightly coloured condom packets of all types- Fucking Mary Poppins’ bag, but for sex, it is
“I don’t think we’ll need all of these, mate. Stamina’s not that good anymore.”
“Ah but that way you can chose! Only the best for you, darling!”
Ed did not answer because what the hell could he say to that? Stede positioned himself again between his thigh, gently placed Ed’s leg with the good knee over his shoulder, kissing his thigh quickly while doing so, and manhandled him to the edge of the seat.
“Look at you, so beautiful”
“That’s my hole, mate”
“Yes, it is”, Stede breathed out dreamily.
“You’re weird”
“So I’ve been told”
Stede quickly landed three kisses on Ed’s dick and balls, before opening the bottle and squirting a good amount of lube - passion fruit scented- on his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together a bit, still studying Ed’s asshole as if it was a fascinating essay or the fucking Mona Lisa or something.
Stede carefully cupped Ed’s balls with his dry hand and looked up, his gaze soft and bright “would you get them out of the way for me, if you please?”
Ed grunted an ascent and did as told, relaxing into the sofa - he liked prep when it was well done, sometimes better than the actual fucking, and he had an inkling this guy was not going to rush it.
He was not disappointed, albeit surprised, when Stede tenderly nuzzled his taint, his cheek brushing Ed’s hand. He then peppered light kisses there, around his hole, on the tender skin at the crease of his thighs, even on Ed’s hand, all the while emitting low hums of contentment.
“You smell perfect here, my dear. You are perfect”
“Uh” Ed said, again, then “Oh!” because Stede, still kissing him, had finally placed one of his slicked fingers on his hole. Just touching, no pressure. He circled it slowly and Ed felt an unusual warmth and tingling sensation.
“’s that your lube doing that?”
“Ah, yes, it is supposed to enhance sensations. I had lovely times using it on myself so I hope you will too!”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s nice so far”. That was an understatement. Stede agile and careful fingers were still massaging around the tight muscle and Ed was already on fire, his breathing short.
Stede finally breached him, pushing his finger in to the first knuckle then moving it slightly in a circular way. He slowly pushed on until the finger was fully in and started fucking Ed with it.
“Oh! Shit! Fuck! That’s... that’s good fucking lube you’ve got there. Wait... wait a bit so i get used to it, yeah?”
The warmth had spread inside Ed with Stede’s finger and it was definitely pleasant but also a bit much.
“Of course, dear. Tell me when.” Stede kept his finger still in Ed’s hole while his other hand was slowly caressing his chest under the t-shirt, palm flat.
Ed breathed deeply, and used the hand not cupping his balls to give himself a quick tug and a squeeze at the base. “Alright, ok, I’m good, you can continue, mate.”
Stede leaned on to gently kiss Ed’s dick, a move that had no business being as tender as it was, before starting pumping his finger again.
Ed whimpered - he was not going to last, he had to rush this a bit. “Another one. Now.”
Stede hummed and obeyed, inserting a second finger and slowing down his rhythm. He leaned over Ed, breathing on the leaking head of his dick. Every so often, he curled his fingers and grazed at his prostate, never properly touching it. It was fucking torturous. Ed was about to make some sort of cutting remark when Stede swallowed him whole without a warning.
Ed yelped, moaned and shook, his orgasm suddenly on him. Stede immediately popped off his dick and stopped the movement of his fingers, making Ed trash and cry out at his climax escaping him.
“Fucking - Fuck!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ed! You just looked so delicious, I could not resist, and you told me you didn’t want to come like that...” Stede carefully removed his fingers from Ed’s hole and stood up.
What? No! Why?
But Stede was on him, hugging him tightly and peppering his face with kisses. “I’m so sorry my dear, tell me what to do to make this better. Should I finish you off like that?”
“You don’t... this is fine, mate. Was just surprised is all. I’m not against edging, but next time let’s discuss that beforehand, yeah?”
Next time? Really, Teach? Since when do you promise next times to random hook ups? Must be this fucking hug. Nice warm, tight hug.
“Just fuck me now?”
“Of course”
But Stede did not, in fact, fuck him now. He weaved the fingers of his clean hand into Ed’s tresses and kissed him slow and deep. Ed melted into it, the tension of the last minutes immediately leaving his body. The kiss lasted forever and left Ed a bit dizzy. This man was playing him like a fiddle and Ed was very much into that.
“Pick one!”
Stede’s cheerful, ridiculously upbeat voice yanked him out of his trance. He considered the pile of condoms next to him and selected a simple, no-flavour, extra-lubed one.
“Definitely no need for one of these “extra-sensations” ones, man. You’re extra enough already.”
“Ah, true enough.”
Ed meant it half as a joke, half as a compliment but Stede slightly muted answer and tight smile made clear it had landed wrong. Normal Ed would have immediately made another quip (a better one) and moved on with the program, but there was nothing normal about tonight.
He grabbed Stede by the wrist and pulled him close enough that he could feel the man’s breath but still far enough that he could look into his eyes.
“I like it. I like it a lot.”
He kissed Stede tenderly, mouth close, and fuck if this was not the most earnest moment of Ed’s sex life since his early twenties. Bit depressing when he thought about it.
“Now, please, for the love of god, fuck me.” he added directly on Stede’s mouth, “And let me undress you. Bit unfair you get to wax poetic about my junk when the most I saw of you is a bit of tits.”
Ed was very good at undressing men, thank you very much, and he had Stede naked in less than a minute, revealing an ocean of cream and pink skin and a constellation of freckles. Yum.
He let out a low whistle “Man, you’re thick.”
“Is that good?”
“Yup. Yes. absolutely.” Ed reached out without hesitation, efficiently spreading the precome from Stede’s dickhead to the rest of his relatively short but heavy cock. He tugged him off slow and firm while looking into his eyes through his lashes for a little while - one of his trademarked moves - then rolled the condom on Stede. It was good to reclaim a bit of control after what had felt like being swept off by a (very soft) avalanche, as pleasant as it had been.
“How do you want me then?”
“Your sofa seems wide enough. Can you get on your knees, head on the armrest? Is that OK for your knee?”
“Yeah of course, it’s seen worse.”
Stede looked a bit sceptical but did not comment. He waited for Ed to get in position and placed himself behind, both hands on Ed’s ass cheeks.
“Absolutely lovely”, he breathed out. “Now darling, would it be ok if I asked you not to touch yourself?”
“Mate, you do know you aren’t supposed to make polite requests in these situations, yeah? You’re supposed to tell me what to do.”
“Ah but that would not be very me would it? So, what do you think?”
“Whatever you want, man”, and he meant it. He would do anything for this brilliantly weird man, with his pralines, his kind words and his fancy lube.
“Fab! Now, to be sure you won’t touch yourself, I’m going to take your arms and put them behind your back. Is this ok? Can you hold your hands together? Perfect! You’re perfect, darling.” Stede punctuated this by light kisses on Ed’s joined hands, tailbone and right cheek.
Ed blushed hard at the praise, dizziness and warmth mixing again with horniness.
I’m high on this guy. Holy shit.
Ed listened intently to the sound of the lube pump being used, the slightly obscene and wet noises of Stede coating himself with a long shuddery sigh.
“Stede man, stop playing with yourself and play with me.”
“So impatient, my sweet.” Ed felt briefly victorious at a wet contact against his hole, but it was just Stede’s thumb, circling slowly his furl and breaching him shallowly.
“Stede, I need something bigger than that.” Alright, ok, that one sounded really whiny, but he’d been more than patient, hadn’t he?
“Do you? And what exactly do you need then?”
“Your cock. I need your cock. In me. Now.”
Stede giggled and Ed was ready to protest some more but he finally - finally - felt the contact of Stede cock on his rim, slowly rutting in the cleft of his ass and over his hole. Ed whined loudly, playing it up a tad.
“Of course, darling, I've got you, I've got you.”
Ed gasped hard when Stede’s entered him. Stede was careful, pushing by increments, and stopped entirely when he was fully in.
“You feel so good my dear” he said softly, his thumb caressing the place where they were joined while his other hand was moving in circle, palm flat on Ed's left cheek.
Ed let a long breath out, “Please”.
Stede delicately grabbed Ed’s hips with both hands and started to move. He was slow and deliberate, pushing in and almost entirely out, all sensations heightened by the lube.
He. Did. Not. Stop. Talking. A rainfall of praises. “so good for me” and “look at you under me, lovely” and “the noises you make, I want to hear them all day” and “I want to lick all of your tattoos” and “you take me so well” and “you’re perfect darling, just perfect” and “your hair is so beautiful, moving and flowing ”.
Ed would not say he was chatty during sex but he did normally contribute the usual dirty talk. Not this time. This time he was just letting Stede’s words enter him and fill him up, the same way his dick was.
He was panting and moaning, but not too loud. He wanted to hear Stede. He wanted to listen.
At his last remark on his hair, Stede leaned in to grab Ed’s mane, not too hard but firm enough, and sped the move of his hips.
That was too much for Ed - the change in angle and speed, the hair pulling. Stede was still talking but Ed was moaning too loud, burning too hot to understand.
“Please, please let me, ah... Let me come.”
“You’re ready, my sweet? You’re ready for me?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“I want you closer when you come, dove, I want to feel you shake.”
The tears came as a complete surprise, but Ed was too far gone to feel embarrassed. He gasped when Stede firmly circled his chest with a toned and freckled arm and hauled him up against him, maintaining him high enough to pound into him hard.
Strong. Fuck.
Stede’s other hand was still in his hair and he pulled enough to make Ed’s neck arch back. He kissed, licked and bit everywhere he could reach, murmuring soft words, random darlings and so goods, while Ed was shouting his pleasure.
Stede finally let go of Ed’s hair and snaked his arm around him to take hold of his leaking cock.
“Come for me my dear, make me a gift.”
Ed was gone, coming hard, a gasping and sobbing mess. Stede fucked him through it and reached his own climax nuzzled between Ed’s shoulder and neck, a few thrusts after Ed had stopped painting himself and the sofa in white spurts.
The tears and shakes did not stop, though, taking over from nowhere, or more probably from somewhere within Ed he’d not visited in a very long while.
Stede whispered a horrified “oh god” in Ed’s neck. He withdrew and laid Ed on the sofa, as gently as their position allowed.
“Did I hurt you, dove? Did I do something wrong? Talk to me love.” Stede had kneeled on the floor next to Ed’s head, looking mortified, and was visibly restraining himself from reaching out.
Do it, touch me, keep me.
“Hold me”
Stede hugged him tight without a word, rocking back and forth imperceptibly.
“You did nothing wrong. T’was great. Really fucking great. I don’t... know...” Ed finally managed through his sobs.
“This is fine, dear, let it out. I’m here”
They stayed there for what felt like eternity and a second. When Ed stopped crying, Stede kept the hug tight and the slight rocking on. He leaned out just enough to kiss Ed’s tears from his face and that almost set Ed off again.
Nope, get a grip man
“You won’t be able to stand anymore if you stay on the ground too long, old man”. Ed’s voice was thick and cracked but he needed a change of mood immediately.
Stede made an exaggerated affronted gasp “How dare you insult my joints so!”
Their laughs were a bit weak but Ed was incredibly grateful to Stede for following his lead.
Stede slowly stood up, the condom pitifully dangling from his soft dick.
“I’ll be back in a jiffy, don’t move!” - he disappeared behind the sofa, presumably towards the bathroom. Ed closed his stinging eyes. He felt so tired now, exhaustion settling in his bones. Too tired even to feel shame at the strange scene he’d just imposed to a near complete stranger, or to be worried about said stranger roaming his flat unmonitored - something Ed would never let happen normally. He’d learned the hard way hook ups had sticky fingers.
Very soon, though, the man was back and sat again on the floor, smiling like a loon and handing him a tall glass of water.
“Hydration is important!”
Ed’s snort was extremely undignified, but what could you do? Cool and mysterious was not a fucking option with this guy. When Ed had finished the glass (“Come on, drink it all!”), Stede passed a damp cloth on his face, then used it to clean him - and how fucking nice was this?
“May I kiss you?” The question was tentative and shy. Ed smirked “Dude, you had your dick in me 10 minutes ago”
“Ah, well. I got shouted at and basically run off last time I tried to kiss a man after sex, so now I check. I would not want to overstep.”
The idea of this delicious, weird, precious man being pushed away like that made Ed irrationally angry. He’d been treated far, far worse, and he had himself done worse too, but Stede was new to all of this. It was criminal to dim his lights this way.
He kissed him slowly, trying to put all his feelings there. He would have been at a loss anyway if he’d had to explain them with words.
They broke the kiss and touched foreheads, staying there in silence for a few seconds.
“So, uh. Would you... do you want me to leave now?”
Ed did not even hesitate, decades of personal rules forged in fire crumbling at once.
“Nah. Stay.”