Ed regrets bringing Stede to his first gay bar.
It’s not that Stede isn’t having a good time. He’s having a great fucking time. He’s four drinks in and thrilled to be among his own people. Ed knows this because Stede shouted “it’s thrilling to be among my own people!” at him a few minutes before. It is sweet, seeing the light in Stede’s eyes and his unceasing grin as he introduces himself to stranger after stranger.
The problem, ultimately, is that Stede is a snack.
They planned this night out in advance, and Ed insisted that Stede wear something slutty, to get into the spirit of the thing (and because Ed wanted to see Stede in something slutty). They went through Stede’s wardrobe together, and while he had loads of interesting pieces, some of which Ed borrowed, there was nothing Ed would have described as slutty. So they popped open Stede’s laptop and ordered him a sparkly white crop top and teal booty shorts, which he’s currently wearing. The sight is enough to make Ed’s mouth water. That isn’t the problem. The problem is it’s making everyone else’s mouth water, too.
Stede’s been asked for his number twice already, and although he’s politely declined—“no, sorry, I have a boyfriend” (and Ed thrilled to hear that word, boyfriend , new for them but so, so right)—Ed has to admit, he’s seething with jealousy. How dare these other men put their hands on Stede, how dare they look at him like he’s something they can have. It’s silly, he knows. The two of them are positively devoted to each other, even after only a few months together, and Stede isn’t going to leave him for someone else.
Still, Ed’s a bit worked up by the time they make it home. Stede’s chattering away about what a lovely time he’s had, and Ed is happy for him, really, he is, but when the door to Stede’s apartment clicks shut behind them, Ed’s got him pressed up against it and cuts off his monologue with a deep, searing kiss.
“What brought that on?” Stede says after they resurface.
“You’re mine.”
“Well, yes, darling, of course I am.”
“No,” Ed says, tightening his hold on Stede’s waist. “You’re mine . Not any of those other boys at the bar. Mine.”
“Oh,” Stede says, wide-eyed, and Ed kisses him again, plunging his tongue deep into Stede’s mouth, claiming him. Stede moans softly against him and wraps his arms around Ed’s neck. Ed grabs Stede’s ass, tightly squeezing a delicious handful of it through his slutty little shorts.
Their clothes start going next, first shirts, then pants and underwear. Ed smacks Stede’s ass once it’s bare, and Stede squeaks. Ed laughs.
“Excuse you!“ Stede protests, and Ed kisses his cheek.
“You’re cute. That’s all.”
“Cute like bunny-rabbit cute or—“
Ed kisses him, then leans in to whisper in his ear. “Cute like I want to take you apart cute.”
“Oh, God.”
They stumble to the bedroom, unable to keep their hands off each other. Once Ed has Stede lying naked on the bed, legs spread for him, he considers Stede’s beautiful, unmarred skin. It’s time to do something about that.
“I’m going to mark you up,” Ed says, a hint of a growl in his voice. “So everyone can see that you’re mine. So no one thinks they have a shot with you but me.”
Stede whimpers and nods, and Ed swoops down and sucks at his neck, hard. Stede’s moaning and writhing underneath him as he worries the soft skin with his teeth, and it just makes Ed even wilder, even more determined to lay public claim to Stede, his Stede.
By the time Ed’s finished with him, Stede’s got half a dozen hickeys blossoming on either side of his neck. Satisfied, Ed presses a soft kiss to his throat.
“There,” Ed says. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
“I’m yours, Edward.”
“Damn straight.”
Ed reaches for the drawer in the bedside table, where he knows Stede keeps his condoms and lube. He squirts lube onto his fingers and traces circles around Stede’s entrance, making him shiver.
“Please, darling,” Stede says. “Please, give me your fingers. I want them so much.”
Ed obeys, sliding one finger into Stede, groaning at the tight heat he finds there. They’ve done this plenty, but it never gets old, the warmth of Stede sending a blaze of heat through Ed’s entire body. He fucks Stede in a steady rhythm, slipping in and out of him as Stede moans beneath him.
“You want more, love?”
“Yes,” Stede says, “yes, please. More.”
Ed gives him a second finger alongside the first and allows Stede a moment to adjust before he starts fucking into him hard, fast. Stede’s moaning with each thrust, the sound going directly to Ed’s cock. He’s dying to get his cock into Stede, and Stede must feel the same way because he says “please, Ed, get in me.”
Ed smiles. “I am in you.”
“Get your cock in me, you dick.”
They both laugh, and Ed unwraps a condom and rolls it down his dick before slicking it up with more lube. “Ready, sweetheart?”
“So ready.”
Ed slides into him slowly, making Stede feel every inch of his cock as he enters him. Stede’s eyes roll back in his head, and Ed presses a soft kiss to his stomach. Once he’s fully inside of Stede, he pulls back and thrusts forward again, setting up a punishing rhythm that has Stede muttering nonsense.
“Oh yes, Edward, oh my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, love your cock in me, love how good you feel, that’s right, give it to me, give me all you’ve got.”
Ed has no problem giving Stede all he’s got, all the jealous energy from the night pouring out of him as he fucks into Stede hard and fast, loving the heady feeling of being inside him, the pleasure that dances up and down his spine. No one else gets to do this. No one else gets to suck bruises into Stede’s neck, no one else gets to shove their tongue down his throat, no one else gets to finger his hole and then take him. No one else got to see his eyes blown wide with lust like this, no one else gets to hear the breathy moans that mean Stede is getting closer, closer to the edge. Every bit of this is all Ed’s, and the thought alone nearly makes him come.
Stede says, “Ed, darling, I’m close,” and Ed wraps a hand around Stede’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Stede comes with Ed’s name on his lips, his eyes trained on Ed’s, come spurting over Ed’s fist. Just the sight of Stede coming for him has Ed close, and it takes only a few more thrusts before Ed’s following him over the edge, gasping as he spills inside of Stede.
They breathe together, gazing into each other’s eyes as they come down. Stede smiles, and Ed smiles back.
“If you’re going to fuck me like that,” Stede says, “I ought to get hit on more often.”
Ed grins and nips at Stede’s earlobe.
“I’ll fuck you like that any time you like.”