FACT:

stede is a shower, ed is a grower. it's God's honest truth 🙂‍↕️

i love freaky old men

(Aaaaand I'm tired and off to bed. but yada yada, they do some food porn frottage and come and moan like middle-aged horny teenagers. the end, good night xoxo)

against Ed's marmalade-glazed stomach while Ed's own cock twitched, untouched, yearning for release. If only Stede would reach behind instead of grabbing at his waist or perhaps inch his own body backwards just enough for some friction between the curve of his ass and his cock.

Ed's fingers into the pot of marmalade this time, instructing him to then slip his fingers between Stede's awaiting lips and fuck, did he let out a delectable moan as he took his fingers knuckle deep into his panting mouth.

Bucking his hips forward, Stede's cock glided (somewhat stickily) +

"Just sayin' coz- Fuck. I'm gonna fucking come if you keep doing this."

"Oh." Finally, a grin. "In that case, perhaps I'll up my game." Stede lapped at Ed's hip, just at the tantalising junction of his thigh before pulling back to rearrange.

"Here." Straddled across his belly now, Stede guided +

swirls and every now and then, Stede's teeth would graze and gently sink into the warmth of Ed's skin.

"Fuck me, mate..." Propping himself up onto his elbows, Ed met Stede's burning, almost animalistic gaze. "You're really getting off to all this, huh?"

Stede faltered. +

He started off slow: long, languid licks across the soft pudge of Ed's stomach — their midnight feasts of sweet-toothed delights had softened him around the edges recently and Stede couldn't get enough of it. More marmalade got draped across him in enticing+

"Mind if I..." He pulled back to fetch the still-open jar of marmalade and dipped two fingers down into thick, citrusy preserve before letting it drip down onto the canvas of Ed's bare tummy.

A shiver shot up Ed's spine and with a hitched breath he nodded. "Be my fucking guest, baby." +

eager to hear whatever devilish scheme Stede had cooked up.

"Lie down for me, babe." He pushed Ed back with a light palm to his shoulder. "That's it..." He guided Ed to tuck his hands behind his head, sparing a moment to kiss up the underside of his arm. "I still feel a bit peckish," he told Ed. +

to be as close as humanly possible not daring to miss a single heartbeat. As clothes were shed and their bread was merely crumbs, an idea struck Stede. With the unmistakable hungry glint of lust in his eyes, he breathed out. "I want to try something."

"Oh yeah?" Ed sat up a little straighter +

his boyfriend.

Ed's tongue rolled out and he took the morsel of food gladly, a soft groan reverberating through his body as he chewed the soft bread. "That's some damn good marmalade."

From there they tumbled into kisses between bites; Stede shifting to straddle Ed's lap, needing +

ed continues to gently graze his fingers up and down stede's bare side. it tickles a little, sure, but it's soothing. he's home.

ed, tucking stede's damp hair away from his face. "did you like that, babe? you took it so well..." he feeds stede a few grapes and wraps and arm around him. "all mine now though, right?" and stede just lets out a soft hum, nods and then cuddles into ed's chest while +