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OFMD FICLET: captain
captain
Edward/Izzy | adult | ~700 words
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midnight_laundry, who wanted Steddyhands roleplay. Originally posted here.
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Ed presses his mouth to Izzy's jaw and grinds into him slow and deep. Izzy arches off the bed, back bowing and legs shaking; a choked whimper catches in his throat. He's already come twice, Stede's tongue inside him and Ed's fingers on his cock. Everything since then has been too big and too bright and too sharp. Too much. An impossible heat is thrumming under his skin, sparking and flaring each time Ed fucks into him.
The bed dips—Stede sitting near Izzy's shoulder. His fingers drift through Izzy's hair, easy and slow, his fingernails just grazing Izzy's scalp. Izzy turns his head, ready to take Stede's cock in his mouth, but Stede just hums at him. His jaw and chin are still sticky with Izzy's slick. He slides his hand down over Izzy's cheek and rubs his thumb over Izzy's lips. He hums again and sneaks a glance at Ed.
"Now?" he asks.
"Yeah."
The bed dips again as Stede shifts down and curls a hand under Izzy's thigh. Izzy isn't expecting to be moved—Ed's knee doesn't allow for too much tossing and turning—but with Stede's help, Ed rolls them, putting Izzy on top. It's a shock: Ed's cock shifting inside him as the room spins around him, driving deeper and deeper as Ed plants his good foot on the bed and grabs at Izzy's hips. Izzy's slumps forward, too wrung out to hold himself up, but Stede climbs onto the bed and crowds against Izzy's back.
"Look at you," Ed says, his eyes wide and his hair wild against the pillow. "Look so good sitting on my cock."
That can't be true—not when Izzy is red-faced, gasping, barely upright. He can feel the heat blotching down his jaw and throat, the sweat beading between his tits. But Ed is staring up at him, a smile pulling at his mouth. Stede is behind him, his breath warm at the back of Izzy's neck and his hands sliding down Izzy's sides.
"So good for us," Ed continues, rocking his hips. "Such a good captain."
It jolts through Izzy like a lightning strike—the praise, the title. He shudders all over, chest squeezing, arms and legs trembling. His cunt clenches around Ed's cock. The noise that hooks out of his mouth is animal, thin.
"Isn't that right, Stede?"
"Oh, yes."
Oil-slick fingers tease over Izzy's asshole. He makes another noise, almost fretful—he can't. He can't. He's already stuffed full and dripping wet, feels stripped down and scraped raw.
"Israel," Stede murmurs. "Captain Hands." Izzy shudders again, whimpering, and Stede bites a kiss into the curve of his shoulder. "You can take a bit more, can't you? Such a good captain, always taking everything your crew gives you."
Ed tightens his grip on Izzy's hips. He says, "Yes, Captain," in a voice that's liquid, almost pliable. "Always keeping your crew happy."
"Ed," Izzy hisses. The heat inside him is a living thing, has claws and teeth. "Fuck."
Stede murmurs, "Israel," again and pushes his fingers inside, two at once. Izzy moans with it, slumping back against Stede's chest. Stede drags his mouth up the line of Izzy's neck. "Oh, how tight you are, Captain. So good for your crew."
Izzy slumps again, this time toward Ed. He ends up heaped on Ed's chest, boneless, sides heaving as he shivers and gulps air. Ed wraps his arms around him, tangling one hand in his hair and stroking the other up and down Izzy's spine, murmuring good and Captain as Stede works him open and open and open.
"Captain Hands," Stede says, nudging a third finger in, voice heavy. "Are you ready for me?"
"Fuck," Izzy mumbles. He's full, so full. He wants. He wants. "Stede, please."
A pause, and then Stede is pushing in and in and in and in. Izzy feels spread out with it, split open, so much that he comes, shaking against Ed's chest, cunt clenching and squeezing, gushing all over Ed's cock and thighs.
Edward/Izzy | adult | ~700 words
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Ed presses his mouth to Izzy's jaw and grinds into him slow and deep. Izzy arches off the bed, back bowing and legs shaking; a choked whimper catches in his throat. He's already come twice, Stede's tongue inside him and Ed's fingers on his cock. Everything since then has been too big and too bright and too sharp. Too much. An impossible heat is thrumming under his skin, sparking and flaring each time Ed fucks into him.
The bed dips—Stede sitting near Izzy's shoulder. His fingers drift through Izzy's hair, easy and slow, his fingernails just grazing Izzy's scalp. Izzy turns his head, ready to take Stede's cock in his mouth, but Stede just hums at him. His jaw and chin are still sticky with Izzy's slick. He slides his hand down over Izzy's cheek and rubs his thumb over Izzy's lips. He hums again and sneaks a glance at Ed.
"Now?" he asks.
"Yeah."
The bed dips again as Stede shifts down and curls a hand under Izzy's thigh. Izzy isn't expecting to be moved—Ed's knee doesn't allow for too much tossing and turning—but with Stede's help, Ed rolls them, putting Izzy on top. It's a shock: Ed's cock shifting inside him as the room spins around him, driving deeper and deeper as Ed plants his good foot on the bed and grabs at Izzy's hips. Izzy's slumps forward, too wrung out to hold himself up, but Stede climbs onto the bed and crowds against Izzy's back.
"Look at you," Ed says, his eyes wide and his hair wild against the pillow. "Look so good sitting on my cock."
That can't be true—not when Izzy is red-faced, gasping, barely upright. He can feel the heat blotching down his jaw and throat, the sweat beading between his tits. But Ed is staring up at him, a smile pulling at his mouth. Stede is behind him, his breath warm at the back of Izzy's neck and his hands sliding down Izzy's sides.
"So good for us," Ed continues, rocking his hips. "Such a good captain."
It jolts through Izzy like a lightning strike—the praise, the title. He shudders all over, chest squeezing, arms and legs trembling. His cunt clenches around Ed's cock. The noise that hooks out of his mouth is animal, thin.
"Isn't that right, Stede?"
"Oh, yes."
Oil-slick fingers tease over Izzy's asshole. He makes another noise, almost fretful—he can't. He can't. He's already stuffed full and dripping wet, feels stripped down and scraped raw.
"Israel," Stede murmurs. "Captain Hands." Izzy shudders again, whimpering, and Stede bites a kiss into the curve of his shoulder. "You can take a bit more, can't you? Such a good captain, always taking everything your crew gives you."
Ed tightens his grip on Izzy's hips. He says, "Yes, Captain," in a voice that's liquid, almost pliable. "Always keeping your crew happy."
"Ed," Izzy hisses. The heat inside him is a living thing, has claws and teeth. "Fuck."
Stede murmurs, "Israel," again and pushes his fingers inside, two at once. Izzy moans with it, slumping back against Stede's chest. Stede drags his mouth up the line of Izzy's neck. "Oh, how tight you are, Captain. So good for your crew."
Izzy slumps again, this time toward Ed. He ends up heaped on Ed's chest, boneless, sides heaving as he shivers and gulps air. Ed wraps his arms around him, tangling one hand in his hair and stroking the other up and down Izzy's spine, murmuring good and Captain as Stede works him open and open and open.
"Captain Hands," Stede says, nudging a third finger in, voice heavy. "Are you ready for me?"
"Fuck," Izzy mumbles. He's full, so full. He wants. He wants. "Stede, please."
A pause, and then Stede is pushing in and in and in and in. Izzy feels spread out with it, split open, so much that he comes, shaking against Ed's chest, cunt clenching and squeezing, gushing all over Ed's cock and thighs.