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It’s a slow, inevitable thing that Ed is working towards.
He’s freshly showered, hair still slightly damp down the bare skin of his back, dressed only in his favourite and most cosy hello kitty pyjama trousers, the ones that are obnoxiously pink and so soft that they might just be the comfiest fucking things he’s owned in his entire life. Those, as well as his purple collar with the little bell at the front, and his ears. Fluffy and grey to match the salt and pepper shades of his hair.
He’s comfortably and decidedly in kittenspace, now. The whole weight of him in Stede’s lap, straddling his thighs, already well on his way towards getting fucked tonight. He’s been lazily grinding down against the hard line of Stede’s cock for a while, at this point. Enjoying the kisses and the scritches and the praises that fall from Stede’s lips while Ed rocks against him, purring up a storm.
Ed likes it slow. Likes knowing he can trust the inevitability of it. There’s safety there; comfort, too. Space to breathe, to let himself feel, to not have to hide behind the rush of time ticking towards the end, because Ed enjoys letting himself be vulnerable, now. To let the soft purrs of his contentment vibrate through his chest as loudly as he pleases. To feel the slow and steady waves of pleasure start to roll through his body as he grinds his hips indulgently against Stede’s, lets himself be kissed, all dazed and drifty in the soft edges of kittenspace.
It’s so easy to sink into it, like this. When he’s warm and he’s comfy and he’s being kissed so deeply he can feel it humming through his nerves, all the way down to his claws.
Ed is more than happy to continue letting the slow inevitability of it hold him gently in the soft and steady heat of its embrace, is the thing.
Which is why he clings on so desperately to it when Stede breaks the kiss; when he tries to pull away, Ed chasing his lips like he tastes catnip there, a word breaking through the haze—
“Darling?” Stede manages to get out before Ed is reaching for his face, paws cupping the gentle stubble of his cheeks, holding him where he’s able to be kissed. And Ed does, his plan working just long enough that he starts to think whatever thought had crossed Stede’s mind might have fucked off in favour of kissing Ed and kissing Ed and kissing Ed, but then—
“Mmm, kitten?” Stede tries again, giving Ed pause.
He pulls away just enough to look at Stede with huge, expectant eyes.
There’s something about that name… about being called Kitten by the doting tenderness of Stede’s lips. It’s the only thing he’ll answer to, sometimes. The only name he recognises when he’s so deep into kittenspace that nothing else will manage to break through. Like a gateway to his fucking soul, or something. Ed feels it there, golden and glowing.
“Oh, aren’t you sweet?” Stede coos at him, like a praise, like he’s proud that Ed answered to his name, a hand finding its way to Ed’s hair. Fingers scritch lightly behind his ears, at the crown of Ed’s head, and Ed lets his eyes slip closed as he leans into the touch, the purr of a hum rolling through his chest. “I have a gift for you, if you’d like one.”
Ed’s purr hitches upwards, a gentle Mrrmp?
He opens his eyes, finds Stede smiling up at him sweetly.
“A gift?” Ed echoes. “For me?”
“For you,” Stede replies, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “Would you like to see what it is?”
“Yes, please.”
“Oh, such lovely manners,” Stede coos at him, and Ed flushes pink, eyes dropping shyly down from the hold of Stede’s. “Alright, I’ll need to get up so I can grab it for you, kitten.”
He lightly pats Ed’s ass over his hello kitty trousers, a silent request.
But Ed purses his lips into a pout, leaning forward with a soft whine in his throat as he buries his face into the warmth of Stede’s neck. “Don’t wanna moooove. You’re so comfy.”
“And you can be so comfy again in a moment, love.”
“Won’t be the same comfy, though.”
His words are muffled by the softness of Stede’s skin, coming out weak and pitiful, enough to earn him a fond sigh and the lightest of chuckles, barely a whisper of vibration that he feels through Stede’s chest. “Guess it depends how much you want your gift.”
Which is unfair, frankly, because Ed wants both things, actually. He wants to stay right here where he is so warm and so comfy, but he will admit he is also curious as to what kind of gift Stede’s got him that requires pausing right when Ed was almost certain his end goal was in sight. So, begrudgingly, he moves off Stede. Rolls back down onto the bed, head on the pillows, Jeff the fishie plushie meeting him there.
“Thank you, kitten. I’ll just be a moment,” Stede says, then leans down to kiss him once more on the lips before leaving, looking all dishevelled and adorable, his hair sticking up and his shirt pulled askew where Ed had been burying his face. Ed watches him go, holding Jeff against his chest, playing idly with his little fins. He can hear Stede’s fast footsteps over the floorboards, disappearing somewhere into the living room and then returning quickly once he’s found what he’s looking for, clearly in a hurry to not leave Ed waiting alone for too long.
Ed adores him. Denial be damned.
There’s a box in Stede’s hands when he emerges in the doorway, and Ed’s ears twitch to attention. He pushes himself up to sit, Jeff rolling down into his lap, but he’s watching with wide, curious eyes as Stede perches down beside him on the bed, one leg tucking up beneath his body.
“Sit pretty for me, Ed?” he asks, and Ed does.
Gets up onto his knees, spread just wide enough to place his hands palm-down between them over the bedsheets, the bell of his collar ringing loud with the sudden move to obey.
“Good boy,” Stede coos. “Here you are, kitten.”
Then he’s handing over the box, and Ed is taking it with careful, tentative paws, the box far lighter in his grasp than he’d imagined it to be. He sits holding it for a moment, watching the way the light bounces off the shiny purple and teal pattern of its exterior. His wide, unblinking eyes dart up to meet Stede’s, finding them full of fondness, full of adoration, full of love.
And Ed feels it, is the thing.
He feels so loved, it turns sticky-sweet in his throat.
“Did I miss an anniversary or something?” he asks, and he knows he hasn’t, because they have a calendar on the wall in the hallway with all the important dates and anniversaries marked in rainbow gel pen colours, and yet… Ed still isn’t used to receiving gifts for no reason. Not just for the sake of it. Not just because.
And now here’s Stede, right?
Here’s Stede, and here’s a gift in Ed’s hands, and here Ed is, faltering because of it.
“No, love,” Stede says with a gentle chuckle, reaching out to brush the tips of his fingers over Ed’s cheek, and Ed leans into his touch so his palm presses there, too. “Just wanted to spoil my kitten a little bit, is that alright?”
He scritches his fingers lightly through the short stubble of Ed’s beard, right down beneath his chin, and Ed tilts his head up to grant him better access. Closes his eyes, too, against the pulsing heat inside his chest burning like sugar-syrup and tasting just as sweet; like how it feels to be loved, because Ed is. Ed is, and he has the collar around his neck to prove it.
Stede leans forward, presses a kiss to Ed’s forehead.
He opens the box.
Carefully lifts the lid, setting it down beside him on the bed before his eyes focus on the pile of grey fur filling the space within. He reaches out to brush the tips of his fingers against the fur, and it’s so fucking soft, sure, but it also sparks a memory—his fingertips remembering the path they’d once taken against fur this soft and in this exact shade of grey, the one to match his ears, because this isn’t the first time.
It’s the tail plug he’d seen in the shop. The one from back when they’d first gone to buy his ears and collar, the one Ed had mindlessly run his fingers through, then pulled them away when he found himself wanting just a little too much. It had all been so new, that day. The discovery so raw. But Ed has settled into the realisation, now. It doesn’t feel quite so tender, like he’s poking around in all the goo inside his chest where a heart used to reside.
Ed lifts the tail from the box, one hand running through the fur whilst the other finds the purple silicone of the plug, closing his palm around the shape of it. His next inhale mirrors the soft flutter of his heartbeat, tremulous under the weight of want pressing down on his ribcage.
“I saw you looking at this one, when we went to get your ears and collar, and I… well, I thought maybe you might like to give it a try?” Stede takes a breath, and when Ed dares a glance up at him, he looks so sweetly nervous; so intensely protective that Ed’s eyes start welling up, going all soft and swimmy beneath Stede’s gaze.
Sometimes being loved is being bought a tail plug.
And Ed feels so fucking loved.
He barely manages a timid little nod in response to Stede’s question, and of course Stede notices; senses the overwhelm starting to claw its way up through Ed’s throat and pulls him in close to fend it off, gentle hand guiding Ed’s head back into the warm safety of Stede’s neck.
“Oh, darling…” Stede breathes out, so eternally fond, so devastatingly gentle, and Ed purrs happily when Stede’s hand scritches softly through his hair, against all the delicious spots on his scalp, like pressure points of pleasure he feels pulsing between his legs. “Is that… is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes,” Ed says, nipping lightly at the tender skin of Stede’s neck before he captures his lips once more, kissing him hard and crawling his way back into his lap while he does. “Thank you. I fucking love it.”
Stede chuckles warmly, muffled by Ed’s mouth on his. “Well I’m glad,” he manages to say, then leans in for one more kiss, two, three… “Would you like to try wearing it today?”
Ed noses gently against Stede’s cheek. “Yes, please.”
“Sweet kitten,” Stede praises, one hand stroking down over his hello kitty trousers, over the swell of his ass and then trailing lower, near his asshole. “We’ll go slow, alright? Open you up gently for the plug?”
They don’t do a whole lot of anal play, is the thing. Not unless Ed is feeling especially needy and desperate to be filled up, one hole stuffed with Stede’s cock while the other clenches tight around one of his plugs, so he isn’t a stranger to the blissful stretch that comes with both his holes being filled so deliciously. It’s just not something they play around with all that much, not when Ed finds so much pleasure in the slick slide of Stede’s cock in his cunt, so he needs it a little more slow; a little more gentle than he might otherwise be used to. Stede is always so painstakingly tender with him, stretching him open with the most carefully attentive glide of his fingers, Ed enjoys the doting touch regardless.
Stede guides Ed down onto the pillows, a squeal on his tongue as he’s tipped backwards to the sound of his bell chiming in protest around his neck, squeal turning to a huff of knocked-out laughter when he bounces slightly as his back hits the mattress. Then there are gentle hands toying with the waistband of his trousers, and Ed lifts his hips obediently so Stede can pull them down over his hips, his ass, his thighs… cotton panties following shortly after, already damp with slick from their grinding. Ed watches with rapidly widening eyes as Stede brings them up to his nose, eyes fluttering closed in evident bliss as he takes an indulgent huff of Ed’s scent, and fuck, the sight of that alone is enough to have Ed whimpering right there, untouched, cock throbbing.
Stede looks up at the pitiful sound, one eyebrow raised. Ed brings his lip between his teeth. Slowly spreads his legs, lifting his knees up like a silent request for belly rubs, hands resting paws-up beside his head against the pillow. It earns him an adorable little coo from Stede, a palm pressing flat against his belly and rubbing through the soft fuzz of hair while he leans down to kiss Ed’s lips, open-mouthed and filthy, swallowing Ed’s moan of delight. He lingers there until Ed starts to nip gently at his lips, Stede’s mouth trailing a hot path down the tipped-back exposure of his throat, down his chest, nuzzling his face in his belly for a blissful moment of indulgence before he finds his way down to Ed’s cunt.
The first dart of his hot tongue through Ed’s wetness makes him gasp, one paw flailing down to press Stede’s head further down into him as he licks at Ed’s slick like its ambrosia on his tongue, but not for long. Ed whines when he pulls away, legs tensing around him to try and keep him in place, but Stede only chuckles at him. Fucking mean. All this stop-starting is leaving him desperate and aching and Stede is doing nothing to help ease the pressure of want inside him that’s burning to be released.
“I’m sorry, kitten,” Stede tells him, looking far less sorry about it than Ed would like him to, all things considered. “Need to grab the lube so I can open you up, okay?”
Ed pouts at him. Frowns, too, but doesn’t resist when Stede moves out of the vice-grip around his waist so he can rummage through their bedside drawer for the bottle of lube. Ed’s so wet, Stede could probably use his slick to guide the way, but Stede is always so diligent about making sure he’s comfortable when they do anal, Ed knows he’d tut adorably about it if he were ever to suggest it. So, he keeps his mouth held closed and watches silently as Stede lubes up his fingers, starting with two, but Ed knows he’ll inevitably add a later third when he stresses so sweetly about Ed’s comfort before he slips in the plug.
Ed’s comfort… indulged in the cushion Stede slides beneath his hips, in the way he instructs Ed’s peets to rest carefully over his shoulders when Stede settles into position between his legs, a slick finger stroking adoringly over his rim.
“Ready, love?” he asks, looking up at Ed with dark, hungry eyes.
Ed nods, chest heaving from the anticipation alone, then remembers his stumbling words when Stede lifts one singular eyebrow in request. “Yes,” he breathes out, “‘m ready.”
Stede pushes his finger inside him, gentle and easy, all the way to the knuckle.
And Ed inhales through tremulous lungs, his mind sparking as flames of pleasure lacerate the edges of his nerves, smouldering down to ash. He clenches his paws around the bedsheets, squeezes his eyes closed, adrift on heat and touch and the stretching bliss as Stede eases his finger in and out of his body, slowly, making sure Ed can take it. And, fuck, sometimes it’s like Stede can read Ed like he’s one of his favourite books, anticipating the way his brain goes floaty and vacant, hovering somewhere above his own body as he’s ascended by sensation, because Stede tips his head forward. Drags the pad of his tongue over the flaming nerve endings of Ed’s cock, and Ed’s soul lurches right back into his body.
“Okay?” Stede asks.
Which just won’t do, because his finger has stilled and Ed can feel only the ghost of warm breath over his cock, and so he mewls pathetically about it. Sinks one clawed paw into Stede’s golden hair and tries to push him back down, hips bucking up to give him the fucking idea, but he doesn’t, damn him. He just settles one of his big, warm hands onto Ed’s hip, looking up at him from between his legs with eyes full of dark authority.
“Ed?”
“Yeah,” Ed whines, uncaring how hopelessly desperate he must seem with just one of Stede’s fingers in his ass, cunt drooling, little cock hard and twitching between his folds. “Yes, fuck… Stede, please, I need more. Your mouth, I— Oh fuck—”
Stede gives it to him, taking Ed’s cock into the hot, wet suction between his lips, charring along the hot coals of fire until every nerve in his body is collapsing into flame. There’s a second finger teasing against his rim and pressing inside him and that’s so much better, so much more full. Ed lets out a desperate gasp, squirming against the hand pinning his hip, quivering all the way down to his fucking bones, and he’s making these pitiful little snuffling noises, muffled moans, strained purrs, ones he feels rumbling through his chest like thunder. A storm rolling in gently. Closer, as Stede swirls his tongue around Ed’s cock before he travels lower. Down to his cunt, licking a stripe up through his slick, and then… fuck, and then he’s pressing into him with his tongue, and all Ed feels is complete and utter bliss.
A sob escapes his lips as Stede starts to fuck him with his tongue, keeping his movements in sync with the way he’s also fucking Ed’s ass with his fingers, so gently, so carefully, opening him up. And Ed feels it, split right open, his ribcage splintered and fractured to expose the aching cavity of his chest, the raw edges of his heartbeat. Opened up and eaten right out and left mewling and pleading for something he can’t find the words for. Ed claws at the bedsheets and thrashes beneath Stede’s hold and lets the searing storm of bliss run rampage inside him until he sees the swirl of stars beneath his eyelids; a million tiny suns alight within him, burning him up, and Stede is the one fuelling their fire. With swirls of tongue and muffled little moans and the tip of his nose pressing against the underside of Ed’s cock, lightning sparks along the sun-scorched edges of his skin.
And then the burn grows brighter, because…
Because Stede—
Stede is pulling out just enough to run his third finger through the slick of Ed’s cunt, and then he’s pressing all three inside him, and—
And…
Fuck, Ed’s vision goes white. He bites down on an honest-to-god yowl as he’s stretched so deliciously open, more than enough for the tail plug, surely, but he knows Stede likes to be well and truly thorough with him. Easing the last snag of tightness from Ed’s body so the plug will slide in sleek and easy. A kiss is pressed to the tender skin of Ed’s inner thigh, and he gasps and shudders his way through those last few careful pulses of pleasure before Stede pulls out his fingers.
He presses a kiss to Ed’s fucked-open asshole, too.
And it’s so sweet, and it’s so ridiculous, a buoyant giggle rises up through Ed’s throat and bubbles its way from his tongue, giddy and effervescent. God, he loves this fucking unhinged menace of a man more than his heart can bear.
“Hey,” he says, barely more than a whisper. “I love you.”
Stede smiles up at him from between his legs, the hand on Ed’s hip stroking softly at his skin where his palm had been holding steady and firm. “Oh kitten, I love you, too. Do you feel ready for the plug, or would you like a little break?”
“Ready for my tail, please.”
“Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”
Ed keens.
Blinks slowly down at Stede with huge, wet eyes and lets out a tiny purr of satisfaction. One that starts with a gentle rumble in his chest and moves slowly up his throat as the purr turns to a whine, the tug of desire winning out; expectation taking hold. Stede chuckles at him, such a fond little sound, and then pulls away with a feather-light kiss pressed to Ed’s inner thigh, already reaching for the tail laid out beside him on the bed.
Ed pushes himself up so he can sit and watch with darkened, desperate eyes as Stede trickles lube over the plug, slicks it up with his fingers, catches Ed’s eye and smiles so sweetly at him, Ed feels a blush rise to his cheeks. All of those words of praise, all of those filthy acts, Stede’s tongue in his cunt, his fingers in his ass, and it’s his fucking smile that’s turning Ed all pink and gooey as chewed up bubblegum gone melty in the sun, goddamnit.
“How would you like to do this, kitten?” Stede asks him. “On your back like this, or on your front, maybe, or… in my lap?”
“Yes.”
Another smile. “To which?”
“The lap one.”
“Alright, love. Lap it is. Come, now.”
Stede pats his thighs—those muscley, strong-as-hell, skull-crushing thighs—and Ed is quick to rush and settle himself into place on top of them. Stede is still clothed in his silky as hell pyjama bottoms, and they stroke so beautifully softly against the bare skin of Ed’s legs as he straddles him, allowing himself one indulgent little roll of his hips against the fabric covering Stede’s poorly-concealed erection before he goes still.
“Good kitty,” Stede whispers, and then he’s kissing Ed, and Ed can taste himself sharp and bitter on his tongue, and Stede is teasing the very tip of the plug against Ed’s asshole, and— “Ready?”
“Ready,” Ed gasps.
Stede slides the plug inside him.
Slowly, almost painstakingly so. Pressing in the tip and waiting until Ed’s body goes limp and pliant against the smallest stretch of it. And then he gently eases the rest of it inside, pushing a low mewl of delight from Ed’s chest as the thickest part of it slides past his rim, like relief, like fulfilled satisfaction. At the stretch of it, the fullness, at having his tail, finally, settled right into place inside him.
Ed takes a weak, shaky breath.
Wiggles around a little in Stede’s lap, clenching around the plug and then relaxing just to see how solid it feels in his hole. He slides the fur of the tail through a loose fist, letting it drop back down over Stede’s thighs and onto the bed. It’s so soft against his skin, almost comfortingly so, and the fur tickles gently against his ass as he shifts his hips, like a reminder that it’s there, that he’s been plugged up and claimed.
Topped and tailed.
Heh.
“How does it feel, kitten?” Stede asks him, watching with soft curiosity as Ed squirms around in his lap, playing with his new tail, in his own little world.
“‘S good,” Ed says quietly, folding his tail around his legs so he can feel the silky fur against his skin. “A nice weight. Comfortable.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Stede smiles. “It suits you.”
Ed’s eyes go huge and wet and pleading.
“You think so?”
Stede leans forward, presses the tips of their noses together, then lightly brushes Ed’s lips against his own, a kiss so delicate it makes Ed feel like he’s something fragile; like he could shatter on the hard floor if a single gust of wind clipped his tremulous edges.
“I do,” Stede tells him, and Ed feels the shape of it on his own lips, too. “I really do.”
“Thank you,” Ed whispers.
A timid and shy little kitten, small but safe in Stede’s arms. That’s where he most likes to be.
“You’re most welcome, my love,” Stede says, like a promise. “Now, you don’t have to decide right now, but I think you were wanting me to fuck you, earlier? Is that something you think might still be on the cards for tonight, or would you prefer to take things a little slower? Or even just sit and enjoy your tail for the night, no expectations or pressure for anything else.”
Ed loves him.
Tucks his face into Stede’s neck and inhales a deep lungful of his scent, licks a small stripe of skin closest to his mouth, a purr rumbling its way through his chest.
And Stede chuckles, endlessly patient, eternally fond. “I’ll leave it up to you, kitten.”
One of Ed’s paws starts idly kneading at the bare skin of Stede’s chest, those fucking tits. He stays there for a while, head empty, ass deliciously full, content to sit and enjoy the warmth of his arousal still gently simmering away between his legs and in his belly. Stede scritches behind his ears, at his scalp, and he’s still hard in his silk trousers, but Ed knows he’d gladly sit here and cuddle with Ed all night if that’s what Ed wanted.
It isn’t, but… Ed fucking adores him, is the thing.
He rolls his hips in a slow, languid grind down onto Stede’s cock, lip pulled between his teeth when the angle of friction rubs perfectly against his own cock, slick from his cunt in no doubt making a mess of the fabric of Stede’s trousers, a delicious glide of skin against silk.
“Still want you to fuck me, please,” Ed says quietly.
“Alright, love. With your tail in, I imagine?”
“Mmmm.”
“Okay, we can do that,” Stede tells him, and he reaches out to run Ed’s tail through his hand, stroking and gentle. “I’ll admit, opening you up and then seeing you wearing your tail has… affected me quite a lot more than I expected.”
Ed peels his face out from the crook of Stede’s neck, looks down at him with huge, curious eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yes. You’re so pretty like this, darling.” Stede hooks two fingers beneath Ed’s collar and tugs slightly, just enough to make Ed gasp, the bell tinkling softly against the quiet. “My beautiful little kitten, so sweet for me, aren’t you?”
“Mmmm yeah,” Ed sighs. “All for you.”
Stede uses his leverage on the collar to pull Ed down into a kiss, one full of so much sweetness that Ed feels it pulsing through his fucking bloodstream like a sugar rush straight to his heart. It’s quick to turn filthy, though, all rolling tongue and the drag of teeth against the flesh of lip, full of gasps and groans and little mewling sounds Ed barely notices rising from his throat until he realises it must be him making that noise. They get Stede out of his slick-sodden trousers, finally, and Ed gets to see his cock flushed pink and hard and straining, vein popping deliciously like it wants Ed to run the flat of his tongue against it. Another time, perhaps. Now, he needs this cock filling up his cunt and rubbing against all those sacred spots inside him until Ed can do nothing but yowl in utter nirvanic pleasure about it.
They get Stede sat up against the headboard with Ed in his lap, rolling his hips so his little cock can rub up against the length of Stede’s, indulgent and desperate. And Stede lets him chase his bliss for a while, getting Stede’s cock all slick and slippery, experimenting with angles to roll his hips which also shift the plug in his ass, tail moving with him as he does. He’s already gone all floaty in the pursuit of pleasure, Stede’s hands on his ass gently guiding the rocking of his hips, brain fizzing and sparking with it. He thinks he could probably come like this, and soon, but… but Ed doesn’t want to be oversensitive when he takes Stede’s cock into his cunt. He wants to feel it all, the stretch and the ecstasy of it, the feeling of having both his holes filled right up.
“Please,” he gasps against Stede’s mouth. “Fuck, need you inside.”
“Hips up for me then, kitten,” Stede says with a pat against Ed’s ass, breathing heavily, eyes dark and glazed over and wanting.
Ed lifts his hips, letting Stede take his own cock into his hand, the tip pressed against the slick mess of Ed’s cunt and stroking there, back and forth through his folds, until Ed starts to sink down. He takes the head into his cunt, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed tightly closed as he’s stretched, as he’s filled all the way up, fuck, slowly lowering himself down and then settling with a high-pitched whine in Stede’s lap as he breathes, and breathes, and breathes…
“That’s it, kitten,” Stede says, his voice all weak and breathy. “Take your time, let yourself adjust. Fuck, you feel so tight around me. So wet, oh my gosh, I love you, I—”
A groan silences his babbling when Ed gives a tentative roll of his hips, not so much riding him as he is grinding indulgently on Stede’s cock. He’s so perfectly fucking full, all the delicious spots of pleasure inside him are lighting tiny suns of fire with every shifting, sparking grind, a slow and steady euphoria sizzling away within him. He latches an arm around Stede’s shoulders, clawing and scratching desperately at the broad flesh of him, clinging on while he rocks uselessly in his lap, cock dragging against Stede’s belly while he does. It won’t be enough to make him come, Ed knows that for certain, but there’s a certain achingly slow pleasure pulsing through him, and Ed wants to chase it like it’s catnip. Wants to indulge in the easy bliss of Stede’s cock inside him, no end goal in mind except feeling so fucking good that he can only rock here and let out these pathetic little whimpers and mewls.
There’s something about feeling so helpless, yet being so safe…
Stede gently tugs at Ed’s tail, enough for Ed to feel it, a fond little taunt, and he clenches hard around the plug; around Stede’s cock, too, making them both gasp at the pressure and the heat and the pleasure, pleasure like Ed’s never known it. Pleasure for the sake of it.
He dips his face back down to nip lightly at the skin of Stede’s neck, a pathetic noise of complaint rising up his throat, and Ed knows he’s gradually starting to falter. His thighs are trembling around Stede’s with the effort of his exertion, barely able to hold himself up. And Stede notices, of course. Settles both his hands firm and steady on Ed’s hips, halting his pitiful little rocks and grinds, seating him back down fully onto Stede’s cock.
A broken whine escapes Ed’s lips.
“Oh, kitten,” Stede sighs. “I know, I know, you’ve been doing so well, it’s just… I don’t want you to overexert yourself.”
“I can do it,” Ed pouts. “I want to do it.”
“I know you can do it, I have every faith in you, my love. I just remember you saying you wanted me to fuck you, hmm?”
Ed’s ears prick, lifting his head to look Stede in the eye.
“What do you think?” he continues. “We can get you on your tummy, if you like?”
And, yeah, Ed would like. He’d like very much, actually. Face down, tail up… yeah, he could get on board with that, he thinks.
“Mmm’kay,” he nods, and Stede scritches a tender hand through his hair, appraising hum on his lips before Ed is being manhandled off his cock, out of his lap, down onto the bed sheets.
Face down, tail up, indeed.
He’s got his head resting on his arms, back arched and knees bent on a kneel with his tail in the air, flicking up over his ass to hang limp down the backs of his thighs. One of Stede’s hands settles into the love handle of his waist, the other guiding the tip of his cock to push teasingly up against the plug in his ass and then traversing lower. Down to the sloppy mess of Ed’s already fucked-out cunt, and then presses back inside. The relief of fullness pushes a sigh from Ed’s lips, one that quickly becomes a gasp when Stede drags his cock out and then fucks right back in, fierce and relentless straight from the get-go.
Ed doesn’t stand a fucking chance after that.
Face down, tail up, drooling.
He’s clawing for purchase at the bed sheets beneath him as pressure and pleasure drive through him, into him, tangling amongst every nerve in his body until he can feel nothing else, and god he isn’t going to last long, not like this. Not from the way Stede is pounding into him, hips snapping lewdly against Ed’s, nudging the plug in his ass further still inside of him. And Ed is fucking wailing, the sound dull and muted to his own ears, but he can feel it chafing raw in his throat. Stede slides two fingers beneath the back of Ed’s collar, pulling hard enough that Ed’s head goes light and drifty, drowning in the delight of woozy, heady pleasure that comes with it, because fuck… Ed loves a bit of manhandling, loves to be held down like this, loves to be claimed, to be used, and to know he’s in the safest of hands while they have their way with him. Stede’s got Ed’s tail wrapped around his hand as he holds him steady at his hip, and Ed only half-hears him speaking but he can feel Stede whispering gentle words of praise and adoration into the skin of his shoulder, and Ed knows he’s loved.
He’s loved, and he’s safe, and he’s free to let the fuck go.
And he does.
Ed’s entire body tenses hard when he comes, every muscle contracting as he clenches around the plug, around Stede, shuddering through the unfathomable bliss that licks along every quivering edge of his nerves, from the tips of his kitty ears, all the way down to his fucking tail. A ravaged cry tears from his lips, crying out in desperation as heat and release and relief pulse through him in burning, blazing waves of fire.
He feels Stede’s hips stutter at the resistance of tension in Ed’s body, gasping into the skin of Ed’s shoulder, moaning “Oh god, that’s it, kitten” as he grinds desperately into him. He ekes out every last flutter of pleasure from both of their bodies as he comes, convulsing through it and holding Ed exactly where he wants him like he hasn’t already gone limp against the bed, giving into it, body and fucking soul.
He stays there for a while, half-crushing Ed with his bodyweight, the skin of Ed’s shoulder turning moist and dewy with the panting breath pressed against it, and it should probably be fucking uncomfortable but Ed is fucking glowing. Basking in it like a cat in a sunbeam who’s just got fucked so good their brain is now trickling right out of their kitty ears. That’s what Ed is.
And he would’ve been content to stay there a while, perhaps forever, but then Stede grunts softly into his skin and whispers, “Need to pull out, love.”
“Hnnng,” Ed replies.
He doesn’t have the vocal strength to protest any further, so Stede pulls out; pulls away, but not for long. He flops down onto the bed beside Ed, and Ed is quick to roll over and onto his chest, above the frantic beating of his heart, feeling it like it’s his own. It might as well be. Ed’s own heart is running zoomies around his ribcage.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Ed says, which isn’t much more coherent than before, but it’s a start. It’s an actual word, this time. That’s progress.
“Mhmm,” Stede sighs, all dreamy and beautiful. “Such a good kitty, Ed.”
Beneath the hand scritching through his hair, Ed fucking preens.
The tail plug stays in.
Stede cleans up the mix of slick and come now coating Ed’s cunt and trickling down his thighs with a warm cloth and a tender hand, but he leaves the plug in place. Tucks himself up in bed beside Ed and strokes the fur of the tail between his fingers as they chat, as they fall asleep, as snuffles turn to snores and night turns to morning.
The ears and collar stay on, too.
Ed is too deep in kittenspace to even think about taking them off just yet. Not before he’s ready.
That morning, he dresses in a short black pleated skirt so the tail will poke out beyond the hem. And as he stands in the kitchen, stirring seven whole spoons of sugar into his morning tea, Stede comes up behind him. A hand runs down over the small of Ed’s back, the cleft of his ass, smoothing down the pleats of the skirt until he reaches the tail.
Ed turns his head to look at Stede. Smiles.
Meets his lips in a gentle kiss as Stede’s hand caresses the fur of Ed’s tail.
Ed feels it like a phantom touch. Like it’s truly his own.
And it might as well be.