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Stede whimpered.
His wrists flexed against the silk ties binding them together behind his back. His legs shook with the strain of keeping rhythm.
Ed stared past him at the TV, a perfect air of disinterest.
"That's only three, love," he rumbled. "Told you you'd need to get much higher than that before I'd let you off this time."
Stede curled his toes into the rug and made the gargantuan effort to grind forward again.
The wand slotted into the toy strapped around Ed's leg vibrated relentlessly. The silicone skull Stede ground forward into, the tentacle that reached inside him and pressed so beautifully against his g-spot, all of it transferring that deep, strong buzz through him like electricity. He could feel it through his whole body.
The overstimulation was intense, heady, altogether too much and not enough. His body was coiled like a spring, his cock sensitive and his cunt dripping. He knew Ed would expect him to keep going until he physically couldn't anymore.
Knew a hot bath and sleepy, boneless cuddles were his reward.
He would be good for Ed.
Another shuddering, shaking, breathtaking orgasm ripped through him with no notice. He gasped and almost lost his balance. Ed's arm came up and steadied him at the waist even as he still looked at the tv, keeping up the pretence of disinterest despite his cock clearly straining in his trousers.
Stede finally felt the orgasm dissipate, the aftershocks jolting him in place. He took deep gasping breaths to steady himself again, a moment's pause before he chased the next one.
Stede felt himself slip further into that floaty place that only Ed could take him. Everything felt a little distant, a little fuzzy, a little warm and liquid. He loved it. He knew his body moved, knew his orgasms continued to roar through him, knew riding on Ed's thigh was what he was meant for.
He lost count of how many more times he came, drifting through subspace as light as a feather. All he knew was that at some point there were warm, firm hands running down his arms, pulling him back into his body.
The tv was silent, Ed was looking directly at him.
"Fuck, love. You've really outdone yourself. What a good boy. Do you think you have one left? Can I watch you come while I pull myself off?"
Stede swallowed. His cock and cunt throbbed, his muscles were like jelly, but he could do it. He could come one last time for Ed. He nodded.
Ed's eyes widened with lust, one of Stede's favourite sights. Stede bit his lip as Ed reached into his trousers and drew out his cock. It was hard and flushed and leaking at the tip. Stede wanted to swallow it down, but he had orders.
Ed started to stroke himself and let out a moan. Stede willed his exhausted body to move, trying to match his bounces to Ed's strokes.
"Just like that, love. Such a good boy."
Stede's head fell back. It always felt so much better when Ed talked to him, even if he liked the pretend disinterest sometimes as he worked himself to the very edge of his limits.
Ed's free hand grabbed his waist, helped to pull him up and down on the tentacle, helped his balance, provided that little extra bit of assistance to his aching, spent muscles. The warm press of his fingers into Stede’s skin was electrifying, as already spent nerves worked hard to tell Stede he’s got you.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," Ed breathed.
Stede loved how much he could affect him.
"Love feeling you come on my leg. Love hearing you whimper and moan. Such a good boy for me. So eager to please."
Stede moaned at the praise as it trickled down his spine.
"Fuck," Ed moaned. "So close. Come on, love. One more. Wanna come with you."
Stede willed his exhausted body to move faster, to chase that one last release. Ed’s fingers pressed in harder, his grip tighter. Stede knew Ed’s climax was coiling in his belly too, just from the way his fingers began to twitch.
Stede bit his lip and rocked forward, pressed his oversensitive cock against the silicone, shifted his hips so the tentacle pressed against his g-spot. Gasped as he felt one last orgasm rocket towards him.
He couldn't even cry out to let Ed know it was coming, just a soft whimper limping from his lips in warning.
"Fuck, Stede," Ed moaned as Stede tensed, his legs tightening around Ed's thigh.
Stede came on a wordless cry, his head dropped back and his mouth open, his hands clenched behind his back. He was vaguely aware of Ed making some kind of noise before his hearing faded out, replaced by a ringing, muffled static. It was less of a feeling, less of a sensation, and more of an out of body experience as his already overloaded nerves flared one last time with energy that felt more like a blinding light than anything physical.
The light burned through Stede, from his toes to the tips of his fingers and the top of his skull. As it faded all that was left behind was blissful stillness. The vibration had stopped, and Ed's breath was starting to even out in the quiet room. Stede felt himself start to fall forwards, unable to stop himself with his bound hands, but he knew he wouldn't have the energy to raise them anyway. Strong, warm hands caught him just as he knew they could and guided him against Ed's shoulder. Stede let out a tiny whimper as the tentacle slipped out and let himself be pulled forward properly into Ed's embrace. The silk binds around his wrists slipped off and his hands found their way to Ed's chest. He snuggled himself into the warm crook of Ed's neck.
"Sorry love, got cum all over your thigh," Ed said with a gentle kiss against his forehead.
Stede couldn't be bothered to care. He sighed and pressed himself even closer against Ed, and let the gentle strokes of his hands against his back and leg lull him into the sleep that waited for him with beckoning arms.