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The thing about sex with Stede is that it's fun.
Sex for Ed has almost always about either boredom or lust, but once Stede figured out that not only could sex be good, but that he actually really, really likes it, and particularly he really, really liked doing it with Ed? Well, that ever-present enthusiasm he carries made it hard for Ed to not feel the same way, and so they started doing it often, and passionately.
And because Stede was (and still is) somewhat inexperienced with, as he put it, non-marital sex, he's willing to experiment in ways that Ed has really never felt comfortable doing before. It's sexy as fuck, and fun as hell.
Case in point, they gave themselves a challenge this afternoon: Ed has to come first. He's often so focused on Stede that he forgets about himself, and Stede wanted to make sure he didn't this time. By the time Stede ends up on all fours, it's turned into a little game, where Ed is doing all the things that he normally does to Stede, but Stede's not allowed to climax. Ed can imagine a scenario where Stede would be frustrated, annoyed, even angry with him; instead, Stede is playing along, laughing breathlessly every time Ed scolds him or pinches his thigh.
The closest they get is when Ed pushes all the way into Stede, his balls firmly against the back of Stede's thighs, his hands gripping at Stede's hips. Stede lowers his head onto the pillow, arms cradling his forehead.
"You like that?" Ed growls, smacking Stede's ass, and Stede's hips buck helplessly. Ed quickly reaches around and squeezes at the base of Stede's cock, stilling his hips, pressing a little kiss to his spine as he does. "Hang on, love," he murmurs. "Hang on."
Stede doesn't move, but whimpers into the pillow, and that's it, that's what makes Ed come. He doesn't have time to pull out, but it doesn't really matter at this point, because it feels so good, and he knows it feels good for Stede too. His hand is already on Stede's dick, so he quickly helps Stede finish, too.
He's still a bit hazy from his own orgasm as he rambles while Stede moans and spills all over his hand: "You've been so good for me, sweetheart. You're okay, I've got you, just go ahead and let go, that's it. Good man. Good man."
Stede doesn't move as Ed pulls out, only flopping onto his side as Ed lays down next to him. They stay just like that for a minute or so, smiling stupidly at each other and tentatively touching their feet together, and then Stede asks, "Was that good?"
A laugh bubbles out of Ed's chest before he knows it. Stede grins. He knows the answer to his question already, but Ed indulges him anyway. "Yeah, it was fucking good." Then, after a somewhat tense second or two, "Sorry I was such a tease."
Stede scoots a little closer, puts a hand on his cheek, and kisses him softly. "It was fucking good for me, too, hon."
Any anxiety Ed might have had melts away, and he feels a smile creep onto his face.
And then Stede yawns. "Just maybe next time we can do this right before bed because I'm bloody exhausted now."
Ed laughs again, pulls Stede in close, and kisses the top of his head.