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This hadn’t been the original plan.
Stede reclines against the backseat door of Ed’s car, his blazer jacket bunched up under his head. His arms stretch above him, secured by soft ropes threaded through the roof handle. His shirt bunches up under his armpits, exposing his chest to the cool night air rolling through the half-open windows. It stiffens his nipples into tight, pink peaks. His pants and underwear are pulled down around his thighs, trapping his legs together and leaving his cock sticking straight up, red and already weeping.
Not the original plan at all.
Ed has Stede’s legs across his lap, one arm underneath Stede’s waist, forcing him to arch slightly and pushing his cock even further into the air. Every little gust of breeze makes his cock twitch. Ed’s still fully clothed, looking much like he did the first night Stede saw (and fucked) him. He’s wearing the leather jacket with the many straps (that serve no purpose other than aesthetic as far as Stede has been able to tell), one sleeve artfully cut off to display his sleeve of tattoos. It’s open, with a simple black v-neck underneath and a black and white bandana tied around his throat. His pants, however, are not leather but soft black denim, the kind that’s been worn for years and rarely washed. He’s got the fingerless gloves on this time, and Stede felt dizzy the moment he saw them.
It occurs to Stede then that he’s never seen Ed fully naked. He’s seen his cock - that glorious cock - many times, but never seen the full display of Ed. God, he wants to so badly he starts to drool.
Though that might have more to do with the fingers currently in his mouth.
“Yeah, get them nice and wet, sweetheart. Nice and wet for Daddy,” Ed murmurs, eyes glued to where Stede’s lips are wrapped around his digits. And Stede does his level best to put on a show, sucking and letting the spit ooze out. He has no idea what Ed has planned for them - or for himself for that matter - but he’s already feeling so revved up he might just faint.
The original plan had been drinks at Jackie’s.
Stede had been nervous to even ask Ed to meet up. It seemed like all their previous encounters had been spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment things. This was planned and planned meant a date.
But Stede couldn’t say that bit. Lucius had said Ed wasn’t the dating type (well, not exactly but that was the gist) and Stede was still trying to come to terms with that. He told himself he shouldn’t commit to anything now anyway, not when he’s still fresh from the divorce, still figuring out his place in the queer community. So he’s allowed to have this, to have some fun. And that’s all it can be.
Fun.
Ed had picked Stede up from his apartment, and they were going for drinks. That was the plan. They had made idle chit-chat about boring, middle aged men things - Stede’s dull work, Ed’s cat, and of course, the weather. But it wasn’t boring to Stede. He enjoyed complaining to Ed about his mundane job and hearing Ed talk about his cat’s grooming schedule and moaning about the rain making their joints ache. He soaked up every moment of it.
But then the time came for them to get out of the car and go into Jackie’s. To officially start their date. And Stede looked across at Ed, his hair falling in loose waves around his face, looking so sweet with his eyes open and understanding and that undercurrent of desire that Stede was starting to become used to and--
He couldn’t. Not yet.
So Stede had thrown himself at Ed, surged across the seat to grab him by the useless straps of his sexy leather jacket and hauled him in for a kiss. It was desperate and needy and all the other things Stede couldn’t bring himself to say with words.
Talking with his body was much simpler.
Less chance for heartache too.
There had only been a beat of surprised hesitation before Ed was kissing back, grabbing Stede by the back of the neck and holding him there while he adjusted the angle and deepened the kiss, his tongue diving in to meet Stede’s, massaging them together and pulling back with a bite to Stede lower lip that made Stede whimper.
“Back seat?” Ed said, eyes hooded and staring at Stede’s swollen mouth.
“Yep.”
They pulled apart only to open the car doors. Stede stayed crouched low and shuffled to the back door. They were surrounded by cars (it was 80s night), but it would be conspicuous for anyone to see them go from the front to the back of the car. It would be obvious what they were doing. So he half-crouched, half-walked, keeping his head low and cracked the car’s back door open, sliding in. When he looked up, he saw Ed standing at the open door, staring at him.
“Mate, what are you doin’?” Ed asked, bewildered.
“I didn’t want-- well, people would think--”
“That we’re gonna fuck in the back of a car?” Ed finished, lips pursed like he’s holding back a laugh. Which he probably was. “Well, yeah, of course we are.”
Ed finally got in, and Stede gave up the crawling, just climbing in from his awkward crouch.
“What if someone sees us?”
“So what?
“Well, couldn’t we get in trouble?“
“Why?“
“For-- doing it in a parking lot!”
“You mean sex? Trust me, mate, this parking lot is full of people fucking. There’s lesbians going at it just two cars over.”
“What, where?” Stede immediately looked over his shoulder, and Ed smacked the back of his head, lightly but pointed.
“Don’t look, you fuckin’ maniac! That’s just rude!”
“Sorry,” Stede giggled and Ed giggled with him.
“What does it matter if anyone sees?”
Because you probably don’t want to be seen with me in public, Stede thought to himself, but he didn’t say that bit out loud. Talk like that would just ruin the mood.
“Just don’t want to get a ticket,” he said instead.
“Maniac,” Ed said softly, like an endearment as he pulled Stede in for another kiss.
At some point during the kissing, Stede stripped out of his blazer, and Ed pulled a length of rope from under the seat and used it to carefully, gently bind Stede’s wrists. The process had left Stede gasping, marvelling at the tension in his body, the bite of the rope into the sensitive skin.
Ed massaged his hands. “Any tingling? Numbness?”
Stede shook his head. “N-No, Daddy.”
Ed gave him a wicked grin. “Good boy.” The words sent a kick of pleasure straight to Stede’s gut.
Now, Ed’s wet fingers wrap around Stede’s cock, spreading the seeping precome from the slit and rubbing the tip up and down. The combination of his soft skin and the rough leather of his gloves sends Stede’s head spinning. Ed picks up speed, jerking Stede’s cock vigorously.
“Ah,” Stede gasps, his hands clenching with the desire to touch, but completely unable to, staring down at where his reddened cock peeks up between Ed’s fingers. Stede watches Ed pause to dribble a bit of spit onto the tip of his cock, the liquid warm and seeping over him, before Ed gathers it up with his fingers and uses it to slick the way, pumping Stede’s cock fast - too fast.
“Ed!” Stede whimpers, “If you keep going l-like that, I’m going to come!”
Despite his words, Stede can’t help writhing his hips in search of even more stimulation, the pleasure within him building rapidly. Being with Ed just does this to him.
“Gonna shoot your load already?” Ed taunts, grinning up at Stede. “Does Daddy make you feel good?”
Stede gasps, strains to speak, “Yes, Daddy, b-but I’m not gonna last--”
Ed’s fingers tighten at the tip of Stede’s cock and he cries out, hips jerking up, pulling against his bonds. The squeeze of them grounds him a little.
“You’re so hard for me, sweetheart.” Ed murmurs, voice full of wonder, “Look at you, leaking all over my hand.”
“I’m gonna come--” Stede tries to warn, his hips starting to stutter.
Just as he’s on the brink, Ed pulls his hand away completely.
Bereft, his orgasm denied, Stede writhes, crying out, his thighs trembling as a tingling sensation surges through him, making his whole body quiver.
“Ed!” Stede moans, frustration in his voice, “Daddy!”
“What is it, pet? Want more?”
“Please,” Stede doesn’t have the words, all he knows is that he needs Ed’s touch.
Ed rewards him by wrapping his hand around the base of Stede’s cock, his palm rough against Stede’s flesh, driving him to the brink. He tugs again at his bonds, desperate to touch Ed, to touch himself, but completely helpless and it makes his head swim.
“Daddy,” Stede whines when Ed doesn’t move, his hand simply holding Stede’s cock.
“Use your words, sweet. Tell Daddy what you need.” His hand tightens with the words, making Stede gasp.
“Need you to move, please, Daddy,” The words pour from Stede’s lips, uncontrollable.
A burst of pleasure shoots up Stede’s spine as Ed’s hand finally moves, fast and rough, the wet sound of it loud in the confined space. The pleasure radiates all the way down to Stede’s neglected hole.
Beneath his tangled legs, Stede can feel the press of Ed’s hard and needy cock. He remembers what it felt like to have it inside him, to feel it pounding into him deep and hard. The memory has his dick twitching in Ed’s hand, his hole clenching around nothing.
“T-Touch me,” Stede begs.
“I already am, pet,” Ed replies, but Stede hears the teasing in his voice. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Touch my hole, please--” Stede stammers, whining as Ed’s hand abruptly halts again, the cut off pleasure sending Stede’s hips bucking up, his arms straining as he tries to use his position for leverage to seek more. He can feel Ed’s cock throb through the layers of denim between them.
“Ah, we both know how sensitive you are there,” Ed chides, leaning down to lick a wet stripe up Stede’s chest before meeting his hungry gaze. “If I finger your hole, are you going to behave?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
“‘Cause I don’t want you to come--” Stede whimpers, letting out a half-sob. “Not yet, anyway. Not until I say. Understand?”
Stede squeezes his eyes shut, gnawing his bottom lip before opening his eyes and nodding, “I understand, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Ed rewards Stede by laving the thick part of his tongue over Stede’s nipple then sucking it into his mouth. Stede cries out as Ed’s teeth graze the sensitive nub, catching it between his teeth and tugging, the sharp pain flooding Stede with a rush of pleasure.
“You’re not gonna come until I say so, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Stede whimpers, his brain feeling like it’s going to ooze out of his ears with the tingling pleasure pouring through his nervous system.
Ed gives Stede’s nipple another hard suck, digging his teeth into the reddened flesh. Stede writhes in desperation, raising his chest into Ed’s mouth as Ed continues to bite and suck and lick. He sucks deep and hard, pulling and pushing, stimulating Stede’s nipple with the points of his teeth. Stede cries out, pleasure pounding through every cell in his body. His cock throbs, soaked and leaking. But Ed wanted him to wait.
Ed pulls off with a wet pop, lips red and smeared with spit, grinning wildly at Stede. “Fuckin’ delicious, you are.”
Ed sits back then, pushing Stede’s legs up and pulling his pants the rest of the way off - well mostly. He gets one leg free and seems to lose patience, shoving Stede’s legs apart with a strong grip on both thighs. He digs out the travel lube, prepares his fingers, and then he’s pushing two digits into Stede’s eager hole.
Stede arches at the first press and light, delicious burn of penetration, that feeling that always makes his head swim. He has to fight back the wave of pleasure that crests over him as Ed’s fingers work his hole, spreading him open and massaging his insides but deliberately avoiding the spot that will push Stede over the edge. Truly, he’s grateful for it; he’d really lose control if Ed started touching him there.
Still, Stede bites his lip and trembles as he tries to hold it back, his thighs trembling around Ed’s hips. He pulls at his bonds, even though it’s futile, wanting to drag Ed down and hold him.
“God, I lo-- like how much you like this,” Ed stammers out above him as he pushes a third digit in, his hair falling so beautifully over his shoulders, creating a world of just the two of them.
“Ed--,” Stede gasps, shaking with the effort of holding himself together. “Ed, please.”
“Tell me, Stede. Tell me what you want.”
You. All of you. Just you and me and this, forever.
“I want your cock in me, God, please,” Stede moans, instead of saying the things he knows he can’t say.
“I thought we agreed,” Ed says as he removes his fingers and sits back to shrug out of his jacket and undo his pants. Stede licks his lip as Ed’s cock finally makes an appearance, red and weeping as Ed smears more lube onto it, the metal at the tip gleaming in the streetlight. He leans forward, pressing one hand to Stede’s right thigh to keep him spread open while the other guides his cock to Stede’s eager hole. “Call me Daddy.”
Ed thrusts his hips forward and Stede cries out, back arching as Ed’s cock fills him up, deep and hard and throbbing inside him. His eyes cross behind his closed lids at the intense pleasure of being suddenly so full of Ed’s bare cock, the sensation of skin on skin one he doesn’t think he’ll ever get sick of.
“Daddy,” Stede moans, a pathetic whimper as he tries to keep himself in control. Ed seems to be in the same predicament. His hand grips white-knuckled on Stede’s thigh, fingertips digging in as he takes deep breaths and just stays, cock fully seated in Stede’s ass. Stede’s cock throbs, twitching on his belly as he fights back the urge to come just from the beautiful sight of Ed buried inside him. He sighs, “Ed.”
“Fuck,” Ed bites out and then he wraps an arm around Stede’s waist, supporting his back while Ed’s hips start to finally - finally - move. He brings them in close, stretching Stede’s arms even further, and Stede happily hitches his legs around Ed’s waist, feeling Ed’s balls slapping his skin and loving it. Ed starts up a fast pace, his hips snapping his cock into Stede’s hole, and Stede feels the car rocking beneath them.
Well, if the authorities see them, they’re getting a ticket for sure.
Stede sobs as his cock brushes against Ed’s clothed stomach, no doubt spreading a wet mess of precome all over him as Ed thrusts hard and deep into Stede’s hole, grunting and groaning through it.
“Ed, I-- Daddy--” Stede’s incoherent now, lost in a current of sensation that drags him along and he knows he’s barely hanging on. He trembles, gasping, “Please, Ed--”
Ed’s hips start to stutter, mumbling out gasps of “fuck” and “slut” and “need” before he finally slams home one more time, and then Stede cries out, feeling the hot rush of come gush inside him. Ed’s hips seem to have a will of their own, mindlessly thrusting through his orgasm, and the wet squelching sound of Ed’s thick cock pumping come into Stede’s gaping hole fills the car. Stede’s legs clench around Ed’s body, trying so hard to stave off his orgasm that he worries he might break one of Ed’s ribs.
Finally, Ed’s thrusting slows to a stop, and he looms over Stede, panting and sweating. He shoves a hand through his hair to push it out of his face and Stede gets to see the red that blooms high on his cheeks and the way his open mouth pants for air. He loves that he has this effect on such a man as Ed.
They hiss and groan together as Ed pulls out slowly, his cock wet with lube and come and still twitching. Stede feels the come seep out of his hole and shudders at the filthy, hot feel of it, even as he worries for Ed’s leather seats. But Ed’s fingers are there before it can go anywhere, picking it up and pushing it back into Stede’s waiting hole. They both groan as Ed starts to finger Stede’s hole, pushing his come back inside.
“Please, Daddy,” Stede whimpers, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, pulling at the robes desperately now, body trembling with how badly he needs to-- “Make me come, Daddy.”
Ed switches hands, using the come-covered one to wrap around Stede’s cock while the other moves to his hole and three fingers spread him open. Stede arches, hips stuttering up into the touch as he’s overwhelmed with sudden and intense waves of pleasure. Ed jerks him off fast,his fingers pumping in and out of Stede, nudging against that node of pleasure.
“Come for Daddy.”
Immediately, Stede’s cresting, his climax wracking his whole body as his cock throbs in Ed’s grip, spilling come out over his hand and onto Stede’s stomach. Some of it goes right up the middle of his chest, shooting far with the intensity of his orgasm.
He actually thinks he almost passes out.
But when Stede opens his eyes, Ed is still holding his twitching cock, his hand covered in Stede’s spend. His body shakes uncontrollably as he watches Ed take the semen on his hand and use those fingers to push Stede’s own come inside his body. Stede shakes through it, dizzy and lost in the intense waves of sensation still crashing over him.
“God, wish I had a plug right now,” Ed mumbles, staring down where his fingers are still moving in and out of Stede’s open hole, working their combined come inside him.
“My bag,” Stede gasps.
Ed looks up at him, eyes wide with hope. “You didn’t.”
Stede laughs, “I did. Check my bag.”
“Oh, my god.” Ed manages to keep three fingers in Stede’s hole while he reaches over into the front seat and digs around. Finally, he gasps as he holds up a sleek silicone plug, one of Stede’s favourites. “I can’t believe you carry around plugs in your man-purse.”
“It’s a bag, and they’re very fashionable in Fra--ah!” Stede cries out as Ed removes his fingers and swiftly replaces them with the plug, the flared base stretching Stede delightfully as it settles inside him. He can still feel the heat of Ed’s come and he swoons to think of walking around with it inside him, with no one but him and Ed to know.
“God, I think I--” Ed takes a deep breath, his fingers caressing the spot where Stede’s hole is covered with the base of the plug. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, mate.”
Stede blushes, knowing that Ed’s probably talking exclusively about his hole, but he’ll take the compliment. He’ll try to at least.
Ed helps Stede get untied and massages his wrists gently, asking again about tingling and numbness, of which there is none. They use the wet wipes from the dashboard to clean up as best they can before relaxing into the back seat. Ed loops an arm around Stede’s shoulders and drags him into his side, and they just sit, cooling down in the breeze that filters in through the half-open windows.
Wait.
“Were…” Stede turns to Ed, who raises a questioning eyebrow back at him, “The windows open the whole time?”
Ed’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to respond when they’re both startled by a knock on the glass.
It’s Pete.
Ed reaches over Stede to crank the window the rest of the way down.
“Uh, hey, guys. Lucius wants me to come tell you that when you’re done in the shaggin’ wagon - his words, not mine - that drinks are half price tonight. So.”
“All right, message delivered.” Ed waves his hand at Pete, shooing him away. “Fuck off.”
“You got it, boss.”
“Not your boss anymore.”
“Got it, boss--” Pete stammers as he scurries away.
Stede leans his head out the window, “Thank you!”
He leans back in his seat and gives in to his desires, too tired to fight it off, and moves back to the curl of Ed’s arm, leaning into him.
They sit there for a little while longer until Ed breaks the silence.
“So, how about that drink?”