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Ed knows how this game goes. They’ve been playing it more often these days, and it’s still fun. It wasn’t intended to be more than a one time thing: Stede had shot Ed smoldering eyes and told him they had captainly duties to discuss. In private.
Ed had said “Yes, sure, whatever you need,” and promptly found himself naked in bed with Stede riding him and chattering away about banal ship matters like he was anywhere else.
“I needed…to think,” Stede had said.
“With a cock in you? You needed a cock to think?” Ed had chuckled.
“Yes. But that’s not what this is about.”
“Oh? What’s all this then?” Ed had asked, motioning to Stede above him.
“A captain's meeting featuring a restraint exercise,” Stede had said, before barreling into talk about the weather without changing his position.
Turns out restraint is a fun game to play, the stakes can be made pleasurable, and it yields rather productive chats, all with some valuable alone time. Win-win-win.
Today, Ed found himself on top of Stede, hammering out plans for the next week.
“I think if we make landfall today in Bermuda we can be in the Carolinas in a couple days time, don’t you think?”
“The winds will be working against us this time of year,” Ed mused.
“I suppose you’re right. Ought to pick up more supplies then, how many days do you think it will take?”
“If we don’t hit a major storm, four tops? Gotta be prepared though.”
“Indeed! A pirate is always prepared for unseen obstacles.”
Ed chuckled, rocking his hips over Stede’s, leaning over him to press his hands to the pillows by his palms and kiss him deep. He rumbled his assent into Stede’s mouth as a large section of his silvery hair fell from his shoulder over to curtain Stede’s face.
“How are we doing on rations,” Ed asked.
“Oh, fine I believe. I’ll have to ask Buttons, he was the last one to take stock.”
“Good. A better pirate is well fucking fed,” Ed grinned on a particularly satisfying downstroke, and he watched Stede swallow a small moan.
“Is there anything in the books about a pirate being well…um…fucked?”
“They haven’t added that to the manual yet,” Ed scoffed. “Really missing out.”
“I’m afraid so, darling,” Stede huffed, his voice pitching up.
“Starting to get hot and bothered are we? You know the rules,” Ed tutted, unlacing their fingers to run his hands down Stede’s chest.
Stede’s hands balled into little fists by his head, and he scrunched his face in concentration. “Munitions?”
“A little low. Last raid gave us a run for our money,” Ed hummed, leveraging himself on Stede’s body.
Stede splayed his hands at the small of Ed’s back, thrusting up into his partner. “Indeed. We might need to get more medical supplies for the gang. Frenchie and Olu are both nursing quite extensive injuries.”
“Fuck,” Ed murmured under his breath, and Stede’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t comment on it.
“Fencing those Frenchmen in Nassau turned a hefty profit, so I’m sure we’ll have some extra funds.”
“I was gonna let you spend that on more fancy marmalade for us,” Ed whined. “And maybe some new frills, man, your wardrobe is still fuckin’ parched. Wanna see you in more fab outfits.”
“Ed, darling, as much as I want to spend my every penny on clothes it’s simply not reasonable.”
Ed made big eyes at Stede while continuing to fuck himself on Stede’s cock.
“How can you make that face while you’re…you know! Doing that!”
Ed let out a hearty chuckle. “The fucking dichotomies of being in love with Stede Bonnet,” he mused, riding Stede harder. Stede gripped into his hips and found a rhythm thrusting into him. “Oh, fuck me, I surrender. Fuck, right there, right there…”
“Well, look who's the smug one now, hm?” Stede smirked.
“Oh shut up,” Ed grumbled. “Shit, now I lost it. Fuck. Lemme just—”
Ed raised himself off of Stede’s cock to dribble more lubricant on it, smoothing the slick over with his hands before adjusting himself back down on it.
“Fucking…fuck,” he mumbled, chasing the stimulating sweet spot he’d found not minutes prior.
“All good up there?” Stede asked finally. “Should I stay still, or would it help if I…”
“If you move I think—”
“Yeah, I can do—”
“Oh fuck,” Ed whined, throwing his head back, baring his throat. He moaned long and high as they slid together in the perfect rhythm in the perfect places.
“Fuck, that’s really doing it for me,” he groaned. “Hand. Cock,” he breathed, bouncing wantonly in Stede’s lap.
“Oh! Aye, captain,” Stede grinned, taking Ed in hand and jerking him off in time with their thrusts.
“How about we split…we split the money,” Stede declared. “One new shirt, and the rest can be for booze and bandages.”
“I don’t care as long you make me come in the next thirty fucking seconds,” Ed growled, fucking himself hard and fast down on Stede.
“Easy does it, sailor,” Stede saluted before paying more attention to Ed’s dick.
Ed laughed. “Fucking mental. Mental with the cock of an angel. The perfect man. Fuck, I’m close.”
“The view is spectacular, I must say,” Stede eeked out. “My, that is hard work.”
Ed whined as he came across Stede's chest and over Stede’s hand. “Fuck…fuck, that was good.”
Stede held his hips and thrust harder into Ed through his orgasm.
“Mate, I know that’s how this game goes, but I can’t do it again. I can’t,” he whined.
“Yes you can, I know you can,” Stede quipped, pressing Ed down to his chest, gripping his ass, and pounding into him.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Stede,” Ed cursed. “Yup, you’re right, I can. Balls are…shit, man.”
“I find your balls quite charming,” Stede admonished. “They’re all they’re cracked up to be, in my opinion.”
Ed kissed Stede’s neck and rocked back on Stede’s dick, meeting him thrust for thrust. “My knee’s gonna be so fucking sore. Worth it. Worth it every time. Fuck, you’re gonna have to carry me around tomorrow. Won’t be able to walk straight.”
“Would do it in a heartbeat.” Stede managed through heavy breaths. “Edward, please finish quickly, because I’m getting quite near my own release.”
Ed laughed. “That’s how you…yeah, shouldn’t be a problem, just…yeah, like that, fuck…”
Ed kissed him, panting into his mouth.
“More, more,” Ed whined long and up several octaves. “Gonna come again.”
“Please,” Stede breathed, and that’s all it takes before they’re coming together, Ed spilling over Stede again and Stede spilling into Ed.
Ed let Stede work himself through most of it before sloughing off of Stede to sprawl on his back on the bed next to him.
“Fucking…shit. Out of breath.”
“Likewise,” Stede marveled, staring at the ceiling and noticing once again the rhythm of the waves.
“Good sex,” Ed mumbled, burying his face in Stede’s shoulder before his co-captain could say anything. “Fucking fantastic sex. I know you were gonna ask.”
“I—well, yes, I was. Woof,” Stede said as he wiped them down with a cloth he materialized from somewhere, Ed doesn’t know or want to care.
“Fucking best sex I’ve ever had in my life has been fucking you, Stede. Continues to be. Not gonna change.”
Stede sighed. “Yes, well, I would like…tips?”
“Don’t need any,” Ed grumbled crossly. “You’re fucking perfect. And you’re really good at fucking me, unless you have plans to suck some other guy off.”
“No, I don’t, frankly.”
“Then we’re good. All good. Fucking fantastic except for the fact you’re not holding me right now.”
“Ah yes! Post coital snuggles do wonders for my mood,” Stede mused as he opened his arms. Ed rolled into him, resting his cheek on Stede’s chest with a chuckle.
“Good, ‘cause I’d fucking die without ‘em.”
“Ever the dramatic,” Stede grinned as he wrapped his arms around.
“You’re not much better, mate. Hands in my—yeah, that’s it,” Ed purred as Stede coaxed his fingers through Ed’s silver hair. “Perfect.”
Ed nuzzled up close to Stede, growing drowsy.
“You’re so sexy,” Ed mumbled. “Sexy man.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Stede noted, intertwining their legs and moving Ed’s hair from his eyes. “Now where were we, food supply?”
“We have enough oranges and that’s all I care about. Cuddle me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear,” Ed chuckled.
“I can do that. Captain duties can wait.”
“Your current duty is making your co-captain’s post sex haze feel fantastic,” Ed grumbled, kissing Stede's chest.
“My beautiful Edward,” Stede murmured, kissing the crown of Ed’s hair. “I’d make a cake for you with all the oranges left in our stores if it would make you happy.”
“That’s more like it,” he simpered. “Bet it's a yummy cake with fancy icing.”
“Only the best for you, love. We’ll die of scurvy but we’ll be happy.”
“What a way to go.”
They chuckled to themselves and exchanged lazy kisses until they fell asleep, captainly duties all but ignored, but oh well. That was never the point of the game.