@IzzyCanyon Stede huffs, squirms under his touch. "Why do you care? You're getting plenty out of this, wouldn't you say?"

Izzy's ears are burning. "Sure," he says blithely, tries to ignore the knot in his guts. "You just don't seem particularly *keen*, is all."

With a snort, Ed gets up and tosses a jar of oil to Izzy before he sits down again, one leg slung over the armrest.. "Stede and I were just having a chat and well... you came up, is all."

@IzzyCanyon "*A chat*," Stede echoes, a high-pitched imitation. "You're a filthy liar. You got me blackout drunk, didn't you." Izzy unscrews the jar, dips his ungloved fingers in the half-solid mass, and lets it melt between his fingers.

Ed grins, his eyes hooded and smug. "Well, it worked didn't it."

"You're-" before Stede can say more, Izzy pulls his asscheeks apart and touches the pad of his finger to Stede's hole, and Stede *shrieks*.

@IzzyCanyon "Oh, you miserable little man---would a *warning *have been too much to ask for?" he turns to glare at Izzy, and Izzy just shrugs.

"Thought you were ready," he says and presses against the furl of muscle, feels it twitching under his finger.

"C'mon Iz, I opened him up earlier, you don't have to-"

Stede snorts, just as Izzy pushes his finger into him. "He's been pining for so long, Ed, let the poor man-*ah*-"

@IzzyCanyon Listening to Stede talk about this-this ridiculous attraction in this way makes Izzy's nostrils flare, makes his heart beat faster. He twists his finger to fuck it into Stede shallowly.

Stede, of course, doesn't know when to shut up. "Did-did you not think that I *saw* you?"

"Thought Edward had to point it out to you," Izzy says through gritted teeth and pushes another finger into Stede.

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The motion makes Stede gasp and there's something gratifying about the sharp intake of breath, about the way that the muscle tenses and loosens around Izzy's fingers.

"He - ah-, yes, I didn't known for sure till he did, didn't think that you would be quite so ridiculous -" Stede stutters through the words. "Thought-thought you were interested i-in Lucius, fuck-" Izzy jams the fingers deeply into Stede at Lucius' name.

"Who says I'm not?" Izzy snarls, his face turning hot. Better to embrace a weakness than let your enemy realise what he's got on you.

"Enough," Ed snaps from the settee and Izzy swallows thickly, pauses the slow pump of his fingers. He'd almost forgotten that Ed was *there*, so wrapped up in the infuriating man opening up underneath him. "Stop talking."

Beneath him, Stede whines. Izzy's fingers are buried in his ass and he keeps them still,

let's the man squirm for a moment.
"oh, get *on* with it," Stede finally snaps. "Didn't take you for the sort of man who would hesitate when offered his hearts desire."

Izzy leans forward, slides his gloves hand into Stede’s hair. "You presume too much," he says, a strained note in his voice. He grips Stede’s hair tightly, gratification trickling down his spine when Stede moans, fights the pull backwards before arching his back beautifully.

His fingers in Stede graze over a soft spot, and Stede's back tenses.

"You're - *oh*- stop t-that and just g-get on with it-" he tries to twists his head, but the strands of hair caught in Izzy's fist tighten and a pained whimper escapes him, just as Izzy rubs over the soft spot again. "E-Ed, p-please-"

From the side, Ed snorts. "Ease up a bit, Iz, he can be a bit sensitive," he says and Izzy twists his fingers to hit the spot better, repeats

the action until Stede lets out a grunt, and Ed tuts.

"Izzy."

"Thought you wanted me to fuck him?" Izzy asks, his cock painfully hard.

"Sure do," Ed drawls. "Didn't ask you to torture him yet."

*Yet*.

Izzy withdraws his fingers, let's go of Stede's hair. More than a few wavy blond strands come away in Izzy's hand when Stede slumps forward onto the table, breathing hard.

"So?" Stede grits out when he's caught his breath a bit.

He cracks open an eye to look at Izzy, a thin smirk on his face. "Go on, then. Do your worst."

It's a challenge, Izzy sees the glint in Stede's eyes, not unlike the look he gets when they're training and Izzy's bested him too many times, the look of Stede setting his spine with steel in order to prove Izzy wrong.

It makes Izzy's balls ache, the infuriating disdain on Stede's face. He gets his cock out with trembling fingers, suddenly desperate.

He thrusts in, his dick catching on Stede's rim, buries himself in the heat, the muscle of Stede's hole clamping down on him tightly, the moan spilling from Stede's lips setting Izzy's blood on fire.
He wants more, he *needs* more, and his hips snap jaggedly, less coordinated with every moan from Stede's lips.

"O-oh, *Ed*," Stede whimpers, and Ed laughs.
Izzy's eyes snap to him, sees the dick in his hand, feels lightheaded with it all.

"Not my name you should be moaning, love," Ed chuckles, and Stede tenses at that, his back curving in on himself. Izzy catches a glimpse of Stede's eyes as he looks backwards for a moment before hiding his face in his arms, bent over properly, letting Izzy tug him backwards onto his cock.

"Don't *remind* me," Stede snaps to Ed, and Izzy narrows his eyes.

[VOTE]
Is Stede secretly interested in Izzy?

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(Y'all are a bunch of saps, no unrequited love here 😘💗 removing the dubcon tag)

Izzy tunes them out, the sound of Ed and Stede bickering fades into the background. He thrusts forward, harsher now, buries himself in Stede again and again.
It's imperfect. The height difference means that Izzy has to stand on his tip-toes, and balancing on the hoof with the other leg makes him waver and catch himself on Stede's ass.

His hands grasp on the warm skin, keeps hold and squeezes the muscle tightly. He thrusts in jagged little thrusts that make his vision go white, makes him-

"-zy. Izzy." Ed's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure and Izzy's gaze lifts, slowly, uncertainly, as his hips continue working of their own volition.

"Boss?" he rasps and stills, buried to the hilt in Stede's ass. In the quiet he can suddenly hear Stede's stuttering gasps, his own heavy breathing.

"I asked," Ed drawls, a smirk plastered on his face. "-how does he feel?"

The muscle of Stede's ass clenches at the words and Izzy staggers forward, leans over the broad expanse of pale skin beneath him, halfway hidden beneath the silken shirt. "Unh-" Izzy starts, and presses a hand to Stede's back, feels the sheen of sweat against his palm. "F-fuckin' amazing b-boss-"
Beneath him, Stede shudders and Izzy swallows thickly.

"Good," Ed purrs. Izzy lifts his eyes to see him pinching at the head of his dick. He looks a vision, hooded eyes and strands of hair falling around his face - Izzy grinds into Stede again, slower, and relishes the moan that falls from Stede's lips. "And you, love?" Ed asks, looking at Stede. "How do you feel?"

Stede shudders again and Izzy sees him clench his fist. "Like this-this is dragging on," he bites out.

His hair is falling into his eyes, his cheeks are reddening, and Izzy tightens the hold he has on Stede's ass cheek, watches as Stede's mouth falls open in a gasp. Izzy wonders what is going through Stede's mind, if this whole thing is ever going to happen again.

If it won't... He'll enjoy what he gets to have.

"Want me to finish it?" Izzy asks. His eyes are fixed on a string of spittle between Stede's lips, but the question is directed at Ed.

The chair creaks as Ed shifts. "Hmm," he says. "Sure. Pull his hair again though."

"Ed!" Stede snaps at Ed's words. "Don't let him-"

Izzy chuckles darkly as he slides his hand from Stede's shoulder into his hair. "What, Bonnet, afraid that you'll like it?"

"I am most certainly *not*-ah!" Stede's voice breaks when Izzy tightens his grip again, punctuates the hold with a snap of his hips. "Fuck-"

"As you wish," Izzy grins and fucks into him properly.

He uses his grip on Stede's hair and hip as leverage and thrusts blindly, urgently into the warm body stretched out beneath him. Izzy breathes in sharply through his nose, strained as he keeps pace, chases his orgasm, inching closer and closer, bit by bit.

He doesn't remember when he last had a fuck this good.

The fact that it's *Stede* writhing underneath him, scrabbling at the desk, only makes it that much sweeter, the noises that he makes -

Izzy grinds into him again, feels him clenching, the moan against the desk reverberating down into Izzy's dick, and that does it-

With another couple of thrusts, Izzy tips over the edge, feels his balls tighten. An electric spark of pleasure winds it's way into his extremities, and he spends, drawn out and with a too-loud moan. He feels Stede tighten around him, clenching, and it makes him stutter out another few thrusts before collapsing on Stede's back.

He lies there for a moment, panting and feels his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

He could fall asleep here, he's fairly sure.

"Off," Stede grumbles and pushes at Izzy as best he can. With some difficulty, Izzy loosens his grip on Stede's hair, stretches his fingers gingerly. "Off -" Stede says again, a desperate note in his voice, and Izzy pushes off, feels his now-flaccid cock slip from Stede's ass.

He staggers back, staring at Stede's ass, at his spread legs, at the bit of come trickling down his inner thigh.

Fucking gorgeous.

Of course, then Stede turns around, venom in his eyes. "Finally," he spits, dishevelled and flushing an unflattering shade of pink. "Took you long enough."

Izzy might have had a snarky reply, except that his eyes fall to where Stede's cock is visible. Stede's *hard* cock. It's on the small side, but it's unmistakably hard.

Izzy's mouth is dry, and he wets his lips, looks at the weeping cock nestled in light curls.

Stede notices, flushes even pinker. "Oh, you wretched, presumptive -"

Before he gets further, Ed's voice cuts through the air, and both Izzy and Stede jolt. "Izzy, on your knees."

Izzy doesn't need to think, he drops before the sentence is fully uttered.

"Now, love. Your turn," Ed drawls.

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[VOTE] what happens next?

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"You cannot be serious," Stede scoffs. He looks at Izzy as if he's something filthy under his boot, and Izzy swallows thickly. "*Ed*!"

Ed snorts. "Izzy, get closer."

Izzy's knees ache as he crawls towards Stede. It's not *far*, but the deck is rough and Stede shuffles along the edge of the desk, making Izzy crawl further.

"Bonnet," Izzy growls when Stede is on the verge of turning the corner. "Stand fucking still."

Stede's eyes narrow and his face turns red, but at least he stops moving away. "Oh, shut up-"

Izzy gets up on his knees in front of Stede. He's close enough that he could lean forward and swallow Stede's cock without losing his balance, but he looks up at Stede and smirks instead. "What, you afra-"

Before he can finish the word, Stede's hand is in his hair, twisting his head backwards. "Shut up, I said."

With a grin Izzy raises an eyebrow. "So getting

buggered is alright, but sticking your dick down-"

Izzy gasps when Stede's heavy backhand connects with his cheek and his head snaps to the side and he almost loses his balance. He groans, the pain from the impact - is Stede wearing a fucking *ring*? -making his ears ring.

"Fuck-" Izzy mutters and brings his hand to his cheek. "Who'd have thought you had that in-"

"Be *quiet*, you insufferable-"

"Yknow, there's a more effective way of shutting him

up, love." Ed's voice is dark and warm, snaking its way into Izzy's chest easily.

"I'm not going to-to stick my-" Stede's cheeks are flaring. "I'm not!"

"Tit for tat, Bonnet," Izzy interject. "You got me off, didn't you? Seems fair."

A hesitation and then something calculative appears in Stede's eyes. "A transaction, you say?"

Izzy shrugs. His cheek throbs and if he hadn't gotten off five minutes before, he'd be blindingly hard. "Sure. If that helps."

Shuffling closer, Izzy eyes the cock in front of him, halfhidden but hardHis knees are starting to ache properly, and while he'd stay here until the sun came up if Ed asked it of him, he'd prefer to get things rolling.

"Look at me," Ed says from the couch. Izzy looks behind him, seeing Ed stretched out and glorious, and oh--Ed snorts out a laugh. "Not you. Get to work, Iz."

It stings, a bit, but Izzy turns his back again, focusing on Stede's dick.

It's tucked away in the folds of the soft fabric, but Izzy can see the outline of it. It's slightly longer than his palm is wide, and he leans closer. He casts a quick glance upwards and sees Stede staring at Ed, not bothering to look at Izzy at all, and that stings worse than Ed's laughter.

"Fuck it," he mutters and shoves the shirt aside. Stede's hand is in his hair in an instant, tightening and keeping him in place.

"Don't move," Stede says and he

glances down for an instant before he looks away, his expression pinched. His cock twitches and grazes over Izzy's lips.

Izzy stays still for another breath of air and then he breathes in sharply, readying himself to tell Stede to go fuck himself.

Except that when he does, Stede pushes forward, burying himself in Izzy's mouth in an instant.
Had he been bigger, Izzy would've choked, he's sure, but as it is-Izzy fits his mouth to Stede's dick and sucks,

taking care to keep the pressure snug.

"Fuck yeah," Ed moans and Stede's thrust falter somewhat, the pattern of them becoming a bit more jagged. "Didn't I tell you, mate, he's good at it."

Stede's hand in Izzy's hair tightens. It prickles and Izzy grunts around Stede's dick. "I suppose," Stede gasps.

"You gonna come in his mouth?" Ed asks and Izzy tounges at the tip of Stede's dick as best he can.

After a moment, Stede pulls him closer, no longer moving his hips, instead he's working Izzy's head back and forth and Izzy feels like a ragdoll.

"Or his face, huh, love?" Ed's stripping his cock faster now, the slick sound audible from across the room.

Stede moans at that and Izzy braces himself on Stede's thighs, letting Stede push and pull him as he wants. He's getting dizzy with the movement but listens to the sounds spilling from Stede's lips.

"Fuck, I don't-" Stede whimpers, grinding in deeply and staying there. Izzy pulls him closer, and swallows him to the root, sucking him with with more intent now, keeping the pressure hard and even. Stede keens with it, and Izzy can feel the fingers in his hair trembling. "Ed, I don't know, I'm-"

"On his face." The words cut through the noise and Stede pulls out immediately, coming before he's fully out. His spend is salty on Izzy's tongue and then *warm*

as it splatters over his face, painting his eyelids, his still-burning cheek, his lips. Izzy squeezes his eyes shut as the thick liquid hits him, and the deep musky scent permeates his nostrils.

Stede groans and presses closer, his dick pressed against Izzy's cheek. Heavy balls are pushed against his chin and he can feel them pulsing before another drip of come trickles across the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck-" Stede bites out and Izzy opens his mouth to

tell him to back off a bit, to stop suffocating him, but Stede grinds against his face, his dick slipping into Izzy's mouth again. "Ah-"

He stays there for a moment and Izzy breathes through it, through the heavy musk and the weight on his tongue. Then, Stede pulls off again, pushing him away.

He looks... Tousled. In disarray. There's some thing honest and vulnerable on Stede's face when he looks at Izzy, his eyes dark.

Stede reaches forward, pressing a

finger to Izzy's cheek, the opposite of the one he struck. It's tender, more tender than Izzy thought possible, but only for a moment, until Stede swipes his finger across a drip of come and pushes it into Izzy's mouth.

Izzy hesitates for half a second before sucking on Stede's digit, licking it clean.

"Again," Ed breathes, besides them suddenly, and both Izzy and Stede jolt.

"I dont-" Stede starts, but Ed shakes his head and puts his hand over Stede's.

With Ed leading his hand, Stede's fingers scoop up more of his come and feeds it to Izzy. It's rapidly cooling, turning tacky, and if not for the smouldering heat of the eyes on him, Izzy would've moved away, spat the come out on the deck. Instead, he sucks the fingers clean, silently and carefully, until Ed drops Stede's hand.

Izzy licks his lips. The moment stretches until the ache in his knees grows too much and he shuffles.

The tension snaps.

Stede's face shutters and he tugs at the shirt before he pushes off the desk.

Ed looks after him for a moment before stretching a hand to Izzy. Izzy takes it and stumbles upright, but Ed catches him. Izzy stomps down the flutter in his chest at the strong embrace.

"Stede -" Ed says and lets go of Izzy, leaving him to lean on the desk, his legs trembling.

Stede is pouring himself a brandy, and Ed glides to his side, wrapping him in an embrace that makes

Izzy's chest tighten with jealousy.

"That was gorgeous, love." Ed's voice is smooth and rich.

Stede casts a glance Izzy's way before downing the brandy. "Get him out of here," he says.

"Stede -" Ed tries but Stede shakes his head.

Izzy sighs and pulls his trousers up from where they'd been forgotten mid-thigh. Walling to the door is slow and stilted, but he manages. He pulls the door open and looks back, only for a moment. Ed is looking at him, his

grey tresses catching the candlelight like a halo.

Stede isn't looking his way and Izzy pushes through the door and into the darkness beyond, bone-deep weary and sated but still unsatisfied.

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POLL (multiple choice)
How does Ed manage to get Stede and Izzy to agree to fuck again?