"Oh, get off it," Stede says, his mouth against Ed's. There's a scoff there, a chuckle.
Ed snorts in response. "Oh, I plan to. How do you want him?"
The look in Stede's gaze is dark and Izzy can't tell if he *does*.
He pushes the idea from his mind when his dick throbs again.
Stede sighs. "Clothes off, Izzy."
He shouldn't. He shouldn't want to, not when Stede looks at him like he's bored, like he's doing this as a *favour*-
he will be, promise. I just gotta torture him a little first
Stede will get over himself!