Edward is gazing out one of the windows in the captain’s quarters when he hears the door unlock. He has the only key, and his heart jumps into his throat. Should he try and hide? Fight back? Certainly he was aware of the possibility of piracy when he booked this voyage, but they're so close to their destination he didn’t think it would actually happen.
The door opens, revealing a man about his age and height dressed in the most ridiculously fanciful clothes Edward’s ever seen. His waistcoat, overcoat, and breeches are a bright robin’s egg blue, richly embroidered. Somehow his stockings are spotless despite being bright white. There’s mountains of lace at his wrists and his neck. Surprisingly his head is bare of hat or wig, showing off tousled blond hair.
The first thought that pops into Edward’s mind is that he is devastatingly handsome. The second is he is at this stranger’s mercy.
The man closes the door behind him, turning the lock. His expression changes when his gaze lights upon Edward: a little surprised, then a bit thoughtful. Edward can feel those eyes looking him over, and thinks he should be much more bothered by it than he is.
“Well. It looks like the best prizes were in the captain’s quarters after all. It’s almost too easy.” His voice is refined, not at all brutish or crude like Edward expected.
“Who are you?” Edward asks, trying to sound haughty.
“Oh goodness, how rude to not have introduced myself. I am Stede Bonnet, the Gentleman Pirate.” He strides over, close enough Edward could reach an arm out to touch. “And whose acquaintance might I be making?” The words are fancy enough they could be mistaken for mockery, but they are absolutely sincere.
“Edward Teach.”
“A pleasure, Edward.” Bonnet steps forward, grasps Edward’s hand, and brushes the knuckles against his lips briefly. A short touch like that should not thrill Edward as much as it does.
“What are you going to do to me?” Edward can’t keep the quaver out of his voice.
“What every pirate does with their treasure, my dear. Admire them, cherish them, never let them go.” Stede pushes into Edward’s space just a bit more. “And you are such a lovely, fine thing, Edward. I’m going to keep you all to myself, treat you as you deserve, make you mine.”
Edward takes a breath, probably too quickly. That… does not sound like a terrible prospect, he admits, if only to himself. But how often does this sort of thing actually work out?
“You think highly of your powers of persuasion, Mr. Bonnet.” Edward tries to sound unimpressed.
“Please, call me Stede.” He leans against the desk, easy and relaxed. The stockings leave nothing to the imagination, and he does have lovely calves. Edward wonders what it would be like to peel that silk(? it must be) off his legs, sink his teeth into the meat of them.
"Well then, Stede. What if I refuse? I am an independent man, quite capable of taking care of myself. I don't need a protector." Edward draws himself up to his full height, which gives him a whole two extra inches to stare down. He meets Stede's eyes in what he hopes is a defiant manner.
Damn the man, he laughs. It's not cruel or mocking, but there is genuine mirth behind it.
"What's so funny?" Despite himself, Edward is curious.
"That you think you have a choice in the matter, my sweet." Stede seems amused, and Edward feels a mixture of shame, need, and fear in equal measure.
He takes a step back, but he's against the windows now, with nowhere to escape. Stede gets close, loosely caging Edward in with outstretched arms. Edward catches a whiff of lavender, a stronger note of bergamot and warm spices.
"I am, as I said, a gentleman, not a brute. But what I want, I take." There is a strange, cheerful patience to Bonnet's voice, like he understands the situation now and is prepared to let it play out.
Edward shivers, trying to get as far away as he can within the little space he has, bumping into the other man's arm. He curves a hand to Edward's cheek, cool from the window. It's gentle, enough that he finds himself turning towards Bonnet without realizing.
The kiss is light, mouth barely open. Edward tries to pull away but there's a thumb brushing the line of his cheek and a hand against his nape, crowded between the windows and Stede's body. Edward feels the press of a tongue against his lips and a noise escapes his mouth then; a small desirous thing Stede takes into his own.
He pushes his hips forward, hard enough that Edward can feel his dick straining against his trousers. And Edward, fuck his fucking life, ruts back, chasing pressure and friction for his own need. He feels the smirk against his lips and pulls his head away, arousal and shame both swirling hot in his gut.
"You can pretend you don't want it if it makes you feel better," Stede murmurs in his ear. "I don't mind."
"I don't," Edward says, the protest weak even to him. He does his best to push Stede away, but he doesn't have a great deal of leverage, boxed in as he is. Stede catches his wrists, firmly enough he can't break free but not enough to hurt. The restraint, literal and figurative, punches a breath out of him.
Still keeping his grip, Stede lowers Edward's hands to his sides. He leans in and kisses the spot right behind his earlobe, flicking out his tongue. Edward lets out another noise, this one more emphatic than he’d like to admit.
"It's better to be honest isn't it, sweet?" Stede's still talking while Edward’s pressed against him, arms held, trying to grind against his leg. "You don't always have to use your words, your body speaks for itself."
“And what’s it saying?”
The asshole, he actually steps away, looking over Edward once more. What a sight he must be, hair in disarray, a painfully obvious cockstand tenting his robe, chest heaving like he’s run for miles.
“That it is thoroughly begging to be ravished.” Stede pushes forward into Edward’s space again, backing him up against the windows. His kiss is intent, focused in a way that would make Edward’s knees buckle if he wasn’t being held up. The possessiveness of it, much to his embarrassment, is very much an attractive element.
Stede reaches for the tie of the sash and pulls it open, letting the sides of the robe part. He takes a breath, apparently dumbstruck. “Oh, you beautiful thing. How lucky I am that you’re mine.”
The chill of the air emphasizes his exposure, and it is terribly vulnerable, standing in front of this man half-naked, cock straining against his small clothes. But somehow, laid bare like this, with Stede looking at him like Edward is the greatest treasure he's ever seen, it feels right.
"I want to be yours, Stede." Saying it out loud, giving it form, is terrifying and exhilarating.
Stede's eyes go dark, and for a moment it doesn't seem like he can speak. "My darling," he finally rasps, "nothing would make me happier."
He holds out his hand with a gallant flourish, and Edward takes it. Stede kisses it again: slower, more intimate. He then leads Edward towards the ridiculously luxurious bed.
At least I’ll be comfortable while I’m ravished, he thinks, slightly hysterically. Now that he’s made his rather impulsive decision, it occurs to him he might not have thought of all the possible consequences.
“Please sit, my sweet.” Stede pats the spot on the bed next to him. Edward does so, as far away as he can without being impolite.
“Come now darling, no need to shrink away like the proverbial violet.” His voice is kind, and it makes Edward feel a little less nervous. So he gets a bit closer, turns towards Stede, who leans in to kiss him again. It's soft this time, lingering and unhurried. Edward lets Stede explore his mouth thoroughly, learning the taste of him: something orange and sweet, rich red wine, and something else he can't name but can't seem to get enough of.
Stede pulls back with a contented little hum, smiling. It lights up his entire face, makes him beautiful like those Greek heroes. (Yes, the ones who supposedly enjoyed a spot of buggery.)
"Absolutely exquisite," he murmurs, almost to himself. He reaches towards Edward, pushes the robe back off his shoulders. It pools behind him as he gets his arms out of the sleeves.
"You're overdressed," he says to Stede. He has made no move to remove any of his layers, and that is extremely unfair.
"So I am," he agrees. The coat is easy, hung on a peg. He unbuttons the waistcoat and drapes it over a chair. The lace at his neck is undone and set aside, revealing a lovely throat Edward wants to explore at length.
"Lay down my sweet, I want to see you."
Edward stretches out, settling his head on a pillow. Stede takes him in, his eyes dark with hunger and want. His tongue peeks out, wetting his lips, and Edward wants to be devoured.
Stede moves over him, the soft drag of his shirt delicious against Edward's skin. He nips at the side of Edward's neck, then sets his teeth against the spot. It's more pain than pleasure but that's fine, the way he's going to be marked for days.
Edward rolls his hips, feels the insistence of Stede's erection. Stede makes a noise in the back of his throat, frotting back against Edward's dick. When he palms it through Edward's drawers it's more sensation but still not enough, and Edward groans, frustrated.
Stede sits back, reaching for the waist of his drawers. Suddenly things become extremely real and Edward finds himself blurting, "I've never done this before."
He doesn't know how he thought Stede would react, but he definitely did not expect Stede's eyes to get all soft, or reach out and give him a comforting pat on his thigh.
"Thank you for telling me, darling. If I might ask, how, ah, far have you gone with another person?" At this Stede pinks, like this is where things get presumptuous. Edward finds it fascinating.
"Not very. Some touching, through clothes. Against each other." He can feel his face warming. All right, fine, it's harder than he thought it would be.
"Oh my sweet, I am delighted to be your first, and I want to show you every way I know how to feel good."
Edward's brain floats away in a haze of lust. Maybe he moans, he's not sure. All he knows is when he becomes aware of the world again Stede is pulling off his drawers, uncovering his cock.
"You are beautiful, my dear, and I am going to feast on you." He wraps his hand loosely around Edward's cock, gives it a stroke.
At this Edward cries out. It's the first real attention he's had on it, and it is as much relief as a further tease. Stede continues working until Edward's fucking up into his hand, heedless of whatever nonsense is falling out of his mouth.
Abruptly Stede stops what he's doing, leans and brushes a kiss over Edward's lips. "I think you're ready for something else."
Edward makes a noise someone less charitable would call a whine. Stede smiles, a little sharp, and his eyes glint with something Edward can't quite fathom. "I promise, my darling, it will be worth the wait."
He rolls up his shirtsleeves, cuffing them neatly just under his elbows. It is practiced, easy in a way that makes Edward wonder what else he can do with those dexterous hands.
He climbs on the bed, reaching for something on a nearby shelf. It's probably oil, given the shape of the bottle. Stede gently nudges Edward's legs apart so he can settle between them. He grabs a pillow, coaxing it under the small of Edward's back until he's canted up, exposed.
"How lovely you are, all laid out for me." He slicks up his fingers, just tracing them around Edward's rim. Edward shivers, a bit of liquid trickling down his cock. Slowly, Stede breaches him, pausing with a concerned look.
Edward nods, and he feels himself being fingered open. It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange. Another works its way inside, and now he understands the fuss, the way he stretches open around Stede's fingers, taking them in.
Stede moves his fingers leisurely, crooking them every now and then on a spot that makes Edward gasp and press back down against Stede's hand.
"How pretty you are taking just my fingers, darling. At some point I'll have to see if I can make you come just from this. Would you like that, my sweet?" His tone is solicitous, but there's a smirk on his face, knowing full well he's being a shit. God help him, Edward is into it, and he rocks back, trying to get those fingers deeper.
"Greedy little thing," Stede's voice is fond. "I like that you want it." A third finger now, and Edward is full, Stede moving inside him. It's so good, the way his body grips Stede's fingers, needy for them.
"How could I not, the way you make me feel, fuck." Edward grips the sheets, trying to keep some sort of equilibrium.
"Such vulgar words out of that pretty mouth," Stede says, mock offended. "What shall I do with such behavior? I suppose I could fill it up so you can't say anything, see what else it can do."
Fuck, the thought of Stede pushing his fingers into his mouth, making Edward take them, or pulling him onto Stede's dick; is overwhelming. He moans at it, too turned on to be embarrassed.
"But today, I think I would like to hear what you sound like when I take you for the first time. I want to learn you, my darling, find everything and everywhere that makes you feel good." Stede moves his fingers, making Edward cry out.
Apparently Edward's been leaking this entire time, evidence of his arousal dampening the hair around his cock. Stede gets his other hand into it, taking some on his fingers and bringing it to his mouth. This guy is weird, but Edward likes it.
Stede withdraws slowly, easing out of him. Despite knowing it's coming, Edward still feels empty, craving that fullness.
"I do need both hands for this, but I'll be quick as I can, my sweet. I can't wait any longer to have you." Stede undoes his breeches, just shoving them down; and there is something absolutely, wonderfully debauched about being laid out bare when Stede won't even bother to take his pants off properly.
He slicks up his cock, and for all his professed eagerness he still pauses, looking at Edward like he's still not sure Edward is real.
"Please," Edward says. He's never wanted anything more in his life.
Stede presses against him, pushes in. His dick is wider than his fingers but the stretch is good, and Edward makes a noise.
Stede stops immediately. "Did I hurt you?" The concern on his face warms Edward. I take care of my things.
"No, no, 's good. You feel good." He rocks his hips a little bit, and Stede moans at it, sinking deeper.
"Oh my darling, you feel incredible, like you were made for me." He bottoms out, hitting that spot that makes Edward whimper, helpless with sensation. "And you take me so prettily, I would do this all day if I could. All night too."
Edward thinks about being kept in a fancy bed, open and loose all the time so Stede can have him whenever he wants; and he thinks he might combust. "I'd like that," he finally manages.
"We have all the time in the world, and I will use as much of it as I can to pleasure you, my lovely sweet thing." Stede punctuates this with a thrust that makes Edward arch up against him. "Yes my dear, just like that."
He moves torturous slow, lazy drags with the occasional sharp jerk. It's maddening, the way Edward never knows what's coming (heh); and the pace is a tease, just enough to keep him interested but not actually get anywhere.
Edward is tired of waiting, and he brings his hand to his cock. Before he can touch himself, Stede grabs his wrist, firm as before. He brings it to his mouth, kissing at the pulse. The huff of his breath is warm, but Edward shivers regardless.
"All in good time, my dear. Let me take care of you." He pauses, considering. "Hands above your head, darling."
Edward obeys, breath hitching a little. Stede smiles at this, pleased and fond.
"You're so good for me, Edward, and that deserves to be rewarded." He leans down and at first Edward thinks he's going in for a kiss, but instead grasps his wrists, pinning his arms.
Edward makes a noise, desperately turned on. It's not like he had any illusions about who's in charge, but it's a whole other thing to be reminded like this.
"You beautiful sweet thing." Stede begins to move a little faster. "I didn't know you wanted it so much, to be possessed, cherished. Do you like it, being mine?"
"Yes," Edward gasps. "I love it."
"Oh my lovely, that makes me so happy to hear." The grip on his wrists gets a little tighter, and the rhythm of Stede's thrusts becomes steadier, harder.
God fuck this is exactly what Ed needs, the drag and thrust of Stede's cock inside him, hitting that spot that makes him cry out, almost overwhelmed.
"I can feel you, darling, it's absolutely incredible," Stede says, a little out of breath. "So tight, like you want to keep me."
"I do, fuck." Edward wants Stede in him forever, filling him up. It's everything he didn't know he wanted, and he surrenders to it, letting Stede take care of him.
"Let me see you, sweet. I want to feel you feel good." He gets his other hand round Edward's cock, jerking hard and fast. Edward feels it like a knife's edge, keen and almost painful until he comes, pulsing for what feels like ages.
Stede fucks him through the comedown, a delicious almost oversensitive drag as he chases his own release. Edward feels the pant of Stede's breath above him, pleased that he's able to reduce Stede to wordlessness.
Stede groans, a desperate needy thing that makes Edward's dick twitch.
"I've got you," Edward says. "Let go."
He cries out, spilling inside Edward. For a few moments there's just the noise of harsh breathing, calming into a pleased little hum.
Edward opens his eyes, sees Stede looking at him with fondness and that still slightly disbelieving wonder.
"Hi," he says, a smile crossing his face unbidden.
"Hello yourself," Stede replies, leaning down to kiss him, lazy and slow. Oh he could get used to this, the luxurious give and take of lips and mouths moving together for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of it.
Eventually Stede rolls off and they clean themselves up. Stede reaches out, pulling Edward to him, pressing his forehead against Edward's nape. It’s grounding, settling in an intimately familiar way Edward thinks he could learn to crave, perhaps even love. His limbs feel blissfully heavy, and he yawns.
“Rest now, darling,” Stede whispers, kissing his shoulder. Edward does not think that will be a hard request to obey.
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The sun on his face wakes him up, and Ed blinks awake, rubbing his eyes. He turns over, reaching out for Stede, but the bed is empty. The sheets are still faintly warm, so he can’t have gone far.
As if summoned, the ensuite door closes and Stede emerges. His hair is mussed, sticking up in places. He’s wearing the yellow dressing gown this morning, the fabric clinging in the way Ed knows it does when there’s nothing underneath. When he sees Ed he smiles, somehow brighter than the sunshine, and Ed feels something bloom in his chest, as it always does when that look is turned on him.
“Good morning, dearest.” Stede sits down on the bed, gives him a brief but fond kiss. “Did you enjoy last night?”
“So fucking much,” he says. At some point they’ll have an actual talk about it, but for now it’s enough to let Stede know it was good, and what he wanted.
“I’m glad.” Stede puts his hand to Ed’s face, brushes his thumb against Ed’s lower lip.
Ed takes it into his mouth, laves off the faint taste of salt and soap, enjoying the way Stede’s breath hitches.
He uses the distraction to pull Stede down to the bed, rolling over on top of him. He reaches down, pulls the sash, and spreads the robe open. Stede looks up at him, eyes dark, his mouth slightly parted.
Ed thinks he looks fucking delicious, and grins. “My turn, I think.”
Stede smirks in response. “As you like.”