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Ed grins into the darkness of the corridor as Stede plants kisses along the curve of his neck, open-mouthed and wet. “God, I want you,” he breathes, gasping as Stede pointedly brushes his palm against the swelling curve of Ed’s erection in his jeans. 

They had been out for dinner and drinks, basking in each other's company, and it had been easy to insist that the night couldn’t end. Home felt too far away, and Stede had felt bold and a little bit risque holding Ed’s hand as they walked out of the bar and so he had whispered his suggestion into the curls behind Ed’s ear with a grin.

Let’s have sex on the stage at the theater.

They’d barely made it into the building before they were all over each other, unable to keep their hands to themselves. Ed feels touch-starved, like it's the first time he’s been able to kiss Stede senseless, rather than the latest in a long line that he’s lost track of. But Stede gives as good as his given, fingers and mouth searching, tasting, devouring Ed’s neck, jaw, chest. 

“Get this off,” Stede hums against his skin and Ed finishes undoing the last few buttons of his shirt, shrugging out of the offensive material. 

“Should we make it to the stage before-” he manages to gasp as Stede sucks a dark nipple into his mouth. He gives it a quick flick with the end of his tongue and a light suck before releasing it. 

“You’re right. The corridor’s no place for this.” He grabs Ed’s hand, pulling him down through the bowels of the theater’s backstage and towards the wings. So intent is he on his ultimate prize - Ed’s cock, preferably in his mouth as soon as possible - that he doesn’t notice that the stage lights are on, basking the smooth wooden floor in a warm glow.

And framed in the center of the spotlight, resting on the chaise longue piece they sometimes use for more dramatic scenes, is Lucius. 

Resting may not be the right word. The young man is sprawled out naked, chest flushed and sweaty, with his partners at his feet. From Ed’s angle, it appears as if Fang and Pete are… taking turns?

Lucius lets out a loud low moan and it’s at that moment that Stede seems to come to his senses, looking away from Ed for just a moment to see the sight before them. Ed expects Stede to be embarrassed, maybe a little angry at the blatant display taking place on his premises, but instead his pupils blow wide and he seems unable to look away. 

Ed squeezes Stede’s hand for reassurance but lets his gaze be drawn back up to the men in front of them.

There’s something absolutely exquisite about the feel of the velvet chaise against his asscheeks, the drag of his lovers’ nails along his thighs as they trade out kisses along the length of his cock. With one arm propped against the arm rest, Lucius uses his other hand to guide Fang’s rhythm. 

It’s so good, so intense, something extra added by the way they’d set up the floodlights and framed him just so and the sweet words of encouragement both Fang and Pete had offered up about the way he looked up on that stage. Lucius doesn’t always have body confidence, but it’s incredibly easy to feel sexy and adored with these two.

“ Fuck,” he moans as Fang pulls away, letting Pete take a turn to tongue at the length of Lucius’s cock and his balls, and he tips his head back against the couch, entirely in the moment.

It’s then that he spots Ed and Stede. Standing hand in hand in the wings, upside down from this angle, and they’re staring at him, staring at them. 

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Lucius lets out another filthy moan, playing it up now. “More,” he groans, reaching for Fang and challenging his lovers to somehow both get their mouths on his cock. It’s all hot heat and wet skin and sensation and he can feel his gasps coming loudly, more frantic, just as he was going for.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, and then catches Stede’s eye, grinning. “Hello, boys.”

Around his cock, he senses Pete and Fang tense for just a moment, but he places one hand on each of their shoulders, urging them to continue. They might not have had these two particular men walk in on them before, but they’re not unfamiliar with the casual way that Lucius shares his affections, or the absolutely raunchy things he’s sometimes game to try.

“I can see you there,” he calls out again, just to make sure Ed and Stede know he’s talking to them. He watches as they take a cautious step closer, into the glow of the hot stage lights. Their hands are squeezed tightly together, but they don’t seem afraid, and Lucius likes to think he’s good at reading people. He can definitely read the swell of their shared erections beneath their clothes. “Like what you see?” he asks.

Stede’s gasp catches in his throat. God, yes, he does. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t find watching his friend and coworker caught in the throes of passion so appealing, but there’s just something about it. Something even perhaps about the act of watching, like it’s some forbidden porn, ignites fire within him.

He’s hard as a rock and when he glances to his side for just a moment, he sees that Ed is just as hard. Fuck. That’s hot.

“Come here, boys,” Lucius smirks, and that’s it, they’re goners. Together, they step closer to the fray. “You ever been in an orgy before?” Lucius asks. 

Ed squeezes Stede’s hand tightly. “No,” he murmurs. Stede shakes his head.

Off the back of an uncontrolled groan and arch of his shoulders, Lucius motions for Stede to come even closer still, until he’s practically leaning over the man. He grabs Stede’s face between both of his hands and holds him steady. 

“Stede, babe,” he says, voice rough and low. “I love you, you’re my best friend and I don’t have a single romantic thought about you, but you can’t stop staring and you look like you’re about to come in your pants and honestly I’d rather you just whip it out.” He groans lewdly again as Pete performs some kind of expert move over his cock. “Quick, pants off.”

When Stede just stares blankly, pupils blown with arousal, Lucius turns to Ed. “Alright then, Edward. Time to take one for the team and get your cock out.” He reaches for Ed’s belt but the man takes over himself, unclasping the buckle and pushing his jeans down around his ankles. 

“Oh wow,” Lucius remarks. “A jockstrap! Not what I expected from Mr Teach.”

“Makes my ass look good,” he manages to grunt, and Stede can’t help breaking his focus for just a second to glance back and admire the swell of Ed’s mostly bare ass. It does look good, and he had been appreciating it all night, clothed as it was. 

“As much as I appreciate the choice in underwear, it’s going to have to come off now,” Lucius demands, reaching for Ed’s waistband while still upside down over the end of the chaise. “Get. This. Off.”

Finally, Ed’s cock is free, bouncing up against his belly and Stede’s gaze flicks between it and the tableau of Lucius, Fang and Pete before him. So many cocks. So many expressions of pleasure. It feels somehow obscene but also gratifying. God, he’s horny.

Spurred into action by the sight of Ed’s cock, Stede finally manages to undo his own slacks, dropping them round his ankles and pushing his briefs down as well. 

“Good man,” Lucius hums and pats him gently on the belly. “Now,” he says to both of them. “You’ll find a box of condoms under the sofa.” He narrows his eyes slightly, staring at their cocks. “They should be an alright size fit for the both of you. Hurry up, cover up and get in my mouth.”

At the foot of the bed, Pete lets out a rough moan around Lucius’s cock and gives his own dick a few brief pumps to take the edge off. Stede can’t stop watching.

Once again, Ed spurs into action first, bending down to reach blindly under the chaise for the box. He emerges after a moment with two wrappers and hands one to Stede. “You alright love?” he whispers, placing a kiss on Stede’s freckled shoulder.

Stede looks at him then, really catches his eye and the bright glint there. “Yeah. You?”

“Fucking mint.”

“Good.” He tears the foil pack open, sheathes his own still rock hard cock in one smooth motion and then looks down at Lucius. “How do we-?” he asks, but Lucius only grins and reaches for both of their now covered dicks, pumping firmly. He opens his mouth, darts out his wet tongue and presses sloppy half kisses to their cocks. Slightly off balance, Stede stumbles closer to Ed, changing the angle of their three bodies and suddenly their cocks are brushing closely together and Lucius is sucking them both into his mouth. 

The sensation floods Stede’s body, pooling low in his belly. The warmth of Lucius’s wet and eager mouth, the brush of Ed’s flushed cock against his own. He braces one hand against the back of the chaise and slides the other into Ed’s hair, pulling him in for a rough and messy kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for his arousal to build. The intoxicating pull of Ed’s kisses, the eager enthusiasm of Lucius’ mouth, and the little voice in the back of his mind saying orgy, orgy, orgy. Quicker than he would have liked, it all becomes too much for Stede and he taps Lucius roughly on the shoulder.

“Hey, um-” he manages to gasp out between heavy breaths. “I’m close.”

Lucius pulls off from the two of them with a lewd slurp. “Ed? How about you?”

Ed nods roughly, fingers squeezing Stede’s hip. “Yeah, me too.”

“Nice timing, men,” Lucius hums. “Now get those condoms off quickly, I’d appreciate it if you got a bit closer here and came on my chest.”

“What?” Stede asks, mouth dropping open, but Ed only slides the condom off his own cock and shuffles forward. 

“You heard me,” Lucius says, grinning up at Stede. “You can do it, babe. Go for it.”

And that sends something jolting through Stede’s balls. He glances at Ed, at the enthusiasm with which he has grabbed his own cock and started pumping himself, and rushes to remove his own condom. Thighs pressed firmly against the edge of the chaise longue, Lucius’s hands now squeezing an asscheek each to hold them close, Stede bridges the space between himself and Ed to kiss him roughly. His hand moves like lightning over his cock, already so close to release, and just as he feels that telltale tightening in his balls, Ed groans into his mouth, “ Fuck, Stede.”

That’s all it takes. He’s coming in streaks over Lucius’s pale chest, Ed only two strokes behind him and Stede can’t look away, can’t stop admiring the way their cum mingles across Lucius’s chest and neck. He’s not quite sure if he’s ever seen anything quite so attractive in his life.

Below them, Lucius grins. “Oh, wow. Filing those noises away for later.” He wipes at his spit slick mouth with the palm of his hand. “I’m collecting everyone’s cum sounds so you won’t be able to improv your way out of an interrogation when I catch you at it later.” He offers up a shit eating grin, streaks of cum smearing over his chest and throat. “And those were great, boys. Now pass me a wet wipe.” He motions again to beneath the chaise and Ed darts down to grab more supplies. 

Stede feels a little high, up in the clouds, but it’s almost certainly just the killer orgasm, or maybe the lack of adequate breathing he had been managing at the end there. Just as he’s starting to regain his balance, returning to his body just a little, he notices Pete at the foot of the sofa, weeping cock a blur beneath his fist.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he moans and Lucius sits up properly, staring at him over Stede and Ed’s come. 

“Don’t you dare, babe,” he orders, grinning. “These two are gonna need a bit of time to relax and recoup and I want to be fucked into this couch like my life depends on it.” 

Without prompting, Ed reaches down beneath the couch again and tosses over a condom to Pete. 

“And Fang?” Lucius continues, motioning to his other lover. “You come up this end, take over from these men. I’m not quite done with having my mouth filled.”

Lucius loves controlling others’ pleasure. Not in a dominating way necessarily, but there is something endlessly thrilling in knowing you’re turning someone on, that you brought someone to orgasm. He’d tried to explain it to Pete before, when they were talking about their relationship. That for him, the whole sex bit, the pleasure bit, was entirely unattached to love and romance. 

Of course, there’s plenty of pleasure to be had with those you do sincerely love, but Lucius has never been one to turn down pleasure when it's on offer, and he’s certainly not going to miss an opportunity to give someone else pleasure. 

“Here, love,” he offers, pulling a rubber glove and lube from beneath the chaise where they’d stored all their supplies and handing them to Pete. “We have guests, we better play good.” He palms an extra condom for Fang from the stash too, holding it loosely in his palm as he rolls to all fours and spreads himself before Pete. He shoots him a wicked grin over his shoulder. “I’m ready for it, babe.”

Pleasure. Pete’s warm fingers, ghosting over his hole, and then firm pressure. Lucius lets out a little hiss, his eyes closing for just a second before he remembers Fang in front of him and he reaches instead for his hand. That first little rush of pain-pleasure and then it's over and his man’s finger is moving inside him, stretching, opening. 

“Fuck,” he breathes and kisses the back of Fang’s hand. It’s so easy for him to get lost between them, and this is what they’d planned to do all night really, trade orgasms under the theater lights.

But Stede and Ed. Lucius glances to the side to see the directors sprawled out on the hardwood floor, devoid entirely of their clothing now. Their hands are clasped, their faces close together and they really do look blissed out. God, he really didn’t mean to plan an orgy.

But now here they are and Pete’s giving him two fingers now, deeper and harder and it jolts Lucius a little across the chaise and he thinks again of the way the two men came on him and he’s so fucking hard. He may not have planned it, but also, fuck group sex is fun. 

He moans again, rough and loud and Pete sighs with longing behind him. If Lucius knows Pete as well as he should, the man is probably losing his mind over the sight of him, his eager hole consuming his fingers so easily. His love? He’s as easy to play as a fiddle. 

Lucius looks up then, watching in front of him. He’s watching right back, his new man, watching the way Pete fucks his fingers into him with care and adoration. Fang’s cock is right there, hard as a rod in front of Lucius’s face and he manages to cover it in a condom in record time before giving it a long eager lick from root to tip, taking the opportunity to grin when Fang’s attention returns to his face. 

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” he breathes against the man’s cock before pressing a sweet kiss to the frenulum. 

Fang moans above him and cards fingers through his hair, pushing the few strays locks that had fallen into Lucius’s eyes off his face. “Beautiful.”

“No, you, hot stuff.” Lucius places another rough lick along the length of Fang’s cock but breaks off to moan roughly as Pete’s fingers drag along his prostate. “Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “God, I’m ready just fuck me already.”

Pete grins and has himself sheathed and buried in Lucius’ ass in what feels like heartbeats. Lucius grabs the couch tightly, half moan half whine falling from his lips but he knows Pete knows he likes it a little rough like this. 

“Good?” he checks in anyway.

“Good,” Lucius confirms and then his lover is pumping into him with vigor, pressing him into the back of the chaise and it's all he can do to grab on to Fang by the thighs and take him into his mouth with a moan.

Hard wood beneath his ass, Ed pulls Stede into him, kissing him gently on the forehead. “You alright?” he asks softly.

“I’m alright.”

They’re both entirely naked now, having helped each other to kick off shoes and pants and divest Stede of his shirts. It seemed ridiculous - especially with Lucius being absolutely railed on the couch in front of them - to still be wearing clothes. 

“I know this isn’t what we’d originally had in mind when we came here,” he breathes against Stede’s sweaty skin. His arm is around Stede’s shoulders, holding them close together like a lifeline. He desperately doesn’t want to let go. 

“Yes, but,” Stede whispers back, his fingers dancing over Ed’s chest and raising goosebumps in their wake. “I’d never really thought I’d be the kind of guy to have group sex. Where would I find a group of people willing to have sex with me?”

“Shut up,” Ed admonishes in his low voice. 

“You know what I mean. But if I was ever going to trust anybody with that, it’d be this troupe, of course.”

Ed turns his head slightly so he can get a better look at their colleagues, caught in the throes of pleasure. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Stede grins, placing an open-mouthed kiss against Ed’s throat. “And I’m here with you, right?”

Ed kisses him properly then, deep and long and passionate. “Yeah.”

Lucius hardly needs to suck Fang’s cock, really. Pete’s thrusts are doing all the work, moving them all together in one smooth motion. Gag reflex? Not sure he ever had one. Teeth? Carefully out of the way. Everything else is just motion and pleasure and the intense feeling of his ass and his mouth being full of his two favorite cocks. 

His hands dig into the plush velvet of the chaise, both for support and to relieve some kind of tension. His cock is aching, leaking precum all over the damn couch but the idea barely even sticks in his mind for a second, he’s being fucked so well. 

God, Pete knows how to deliver, thrust after thrust, fingers gripping Lucius’s hips to thrust harder, deeper, faster. He doesn’t quite hit Lucius’s prostate every time, but maybe that’s on purpose because when he does Lucius absolutely loses it, moaning obscenely around Fang’s cock. And maybe his chin is covered with saliva, and maybe he’s crying just a little from the intensity of it all, but Pete doesn’t let up and he doesn’t let go of Fang in return and fuck he loves this.

“Are you ready for me to touch you?” Pete asks, sliding a hand around Lucius’s waist so it rests upon his belly, but not quite touching his leaking cock. He’s still wearing the glove he used to open him up and fuck if that’s isn’t the most obscene thought. 

Lucius whines in the affirmative, frantically reaching down a hand to push Pete’s own palm where he needs it most. As Pete’s fingers curl around his cock, he slides back off from Fang’s length. He’s a bit worried of what he could do accidentally as he comes. Fang’s nowhere near close, he can tell, paying more attention to Lucius’s pleasure than his own, but he replaces his mouth with his fist, determined to keep him high strung and on edge. When Lucius looks up at him, he’s met with a crinkly eyed smile that absolutely takes his breath away. 

“God, your gorg-” he starts but then Pete is twisting his wrist just the right way, timing his strokes with his thrusts impeccably. “Fuck me,” he gasps instead and with just two more thrusts he’s falling over the edge, Pete stroking him through his orgasm roughly. He comes in ropes of white over the burgundy chaise and whoops that will probably stain but his ass is clenching around Pete’s cock and he knows he’s a sucker for coming like this, buried to the hilt inside him and- There he is. Pete comes with a broken off whine that Lucius could listen to like his own personal radio station. 

He catches his breath, gasping as he leans his forearms on the back of the couch. Fang traces his cheek and chin with his thumb, still hard as a rock in front of him, but Lucius only smiles, languid and slow. 

“Be a dear,” he calls over his shoulder to Pete, who’s tying off the condom while his breathing gradually slows. “Finish Fang off for me, alright? Fingers too, please.” Fang’s gaze goes wide on his, pupils blown dark with lust. His cock twitches in front of Lucius’s nose. “I’m going to get an iced coffee.” 

And with that he pushes himself off the chaise, grabbing another wet wipe, this time to clean up his own spilled cum. He presses two quick kisses on the lips of each of his lovers, offers a wink to Ed and Stede, still lying puddled together on the floor, and makes his way stark naked to the kitchenette.

There’s something unendingly enticing about making out in the green room of The Revenge. A little bit taboo, maybe? Maybe it’s just because he’s sent so many damn messages into the group chat complaining about everyone else’s shenanigans that it feels especially heinous to be… like this. 

Making out might be putting it a little lightly. 

Jim’s fingers are buried in Oluwande’s ass as their lips trail sweet kisses along his collarbone, little love bites that he’s sure will be tender tomorrow. The green room couch isn’t all that comfortable, but somehow it hadn’t seemed to matter as their frantic kisses dissolved into hurried touch and their clothing hit the floor piece by piece. 

“Jim,” Olu gasps as they place a kiss directly over his heart. Three more kisses and one of his nipples are in their mouth, being subjected to the lush pull of teeth and tongue. “ Fuck.” The stretch of their fingers inside him, the weight of their body over him. God, he could do this every fucking day. 

“You good, querido?” Jim asks, leaning back just enough to catch Olu’s eye, the pace of their fingers unrelenting. With a change in angle, they brush his prostate and he gasps, chest heaving. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m good, love, you can fuck me now.” He’s probably rambling, he’s not even quite sure what he’s saying, but Jim seems to enjoy him babbling, so he doesn’t try to stop himself now. Another kiss, this time on the mouth, and he pulls Jim’s bottom lip between his teeth for just a moment. “Come on,” he says into their shared breath, “Let’s go.”

Jim grins against Olu’s mouth and removes their fingers carefully, Olu whining at the loss. “I’ll just grab the strap,” they say, but then frown. 

“What is it?”

With a frantic look around the green room, Jim stands up. Olu reaches for their hips to maintain some semblance of contact, but Jim genuinely looks worried now.

“What?”

“It’s not here. The strap. Did I leave it in the kitchen?”

“I mean, maybe? Did you leave your backpack there?”

Jim tilts their head back, staring at the ceiling in frustration. “Yeah. I fucking did.”

Olu pulls them closer, thumb tracing calming patterns on their hip and ass. “Let’s just go get it, alright? There’s no one here. What does it matter if we run naked through the corridors?”

They look down at him then, and a slow grin works its way over their face. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

They join hands, Jim practically dragging Olu out of the green room and down the corridor in their naked enthusiasm. Together they round the corner into the kitchenette and Oluwande catches sight of Jim’s studded backpack where it rests against the kitchen table.

Then his eyes scan up. Up to where Lucius sits, bare ass on the kitchen chair, sipping an iced coffee. 

“Well, well,” Lucius says with a sly grin. His eyes rove Olu and Jim’s naked bodies, a little playful, a little hungry. “What do we have here?”

There’s something absolutely intoxicating, Ed finds, about watching Fang, with Pete’s fingers deep in his ass, moaning out his pleasure. Something especially intoxicating about having Stede beside him, knowing they’re both watching their own personal show. 

And there must be something special about Pete’s fingers, coz he seems to be so good at driving his lovers to the brink; so simple, so easy. Fang had taken Lucius’s place on the chaise, pressed his head against his forearms on the backrest and bared his ass for Pete - the perfect view for Ed and Stede too. 

“Fu-fuck me.” Fang gasps, his whole body tensing on the couch as those fingers work him over with precision. 

“I-,” Pete replies with a gasp. “I haven’t had enough time to recover.”

“Fingers are enough. Just harder. More. I need it.”

From their vantage point on the floor, Ed runs his fingers through Stedes hair, dropping a light kiss on his crown. Just enough to maintain the connection with him, but still his eyes are glued to Fang and Pete. He knows Stede can’t look away either. 

“You’re a bit of a voyeur, hey?” he asks in a soft whisper. Stede scoffs in the back of his throat but doesn’t look away from the sight in front of them. 

“Aren’t we all?”

“I don’t think everyone is, no.” 

Stede turns his head just for a moment to catch Ed’s eye. “But you?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

On the chaise, Fang groans as Pete wraps a palm around his thick cock, working him over carefully. One hand, performing magic against his prostate, the other drawing sighs of pleasure via Fang’s length. Ed’s attention darts between them and Stede beside him, the way his breath seems to be growing rougher. Ed nearly gasps when Stede grabs his thigh after a particularly loud groan from Fang. 

He’s half hard; Stede, the lunatic is fully hard beside him and he takes just half a moment to reposition their bodies and drag Stede into a searing kiss. Tongue and teeth and fire, and now he’s fully hard, his cock pressing against Stede’s thigh. “You’re something fucking special, Stede Bonnet,” he breathes and then turns his attention back to the pair on the bed, his hand smoothing down Stede’s belly to wrap loosely around his attentive erection.

Stede gasps, and it lines up just right with a strangled moan from Fang and Ed can’t help but tighten his grip just a little bit, a firm bold stroke. Stede’s own hand crosses the small space between them to capture Ed’s aching cock, a gentle pump, just enough to take the edge off. 

“ Shit ,” Ed hisses into the space between them, but it’s filled with warmth.

On the chair, Fang slams his body back onto Pete’s fingers, chasing pressure and attention. Pete’s fingers brush over his balls on the occasional stroke of his cock and his speed is impeccable, just enough, pushing and pushing the thresholds of Fang’s tolerance and even Ed and Stede can tell Fang is so close to release, the way his whole body tenses against the velvet.

“I’ve got you,” Pete says against Fang’s sweaty back and it's more gentle and sweet than anything Ed’s ever heard Pete say before, but it works magic on Fang and suddenly he’s filling the condom with a loud groan. Ed feels his cock twitch in Stede’s hand at the sight, and Stede too bucks his hips against the pressure of Ed’s hand. God, that’s hot.

“Wow,” Lucius drawls appreciatively from side stage. “That’s stunning, babes.” He sips from the straw of his iced coffee and grins. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound sarcastic. You’re both beautiful.”

And he’s genuinely being sincere, which is a bit of a rarity for Lucius. There’s something absolutely, ferally, gorgeous about his two men fucking each other… And the way Fang practically lost it from Pete’s sweetness? He’s found a good pair, he has. Monogamous people always underestimate the thrill of knowing your lovers are seeking pleasure, and that they’re seeking pleasure with each other? It’s almost too much, and Lucius is definitely hard again, but only Fang is paying him enough attention to notice, with an appraising rake of his eyes. 

“Where do you want these?” Jim asks, dragging a large pile of blankets with Oluwande’s help from behind the curtains. 

Lucius motions to where Ed and Stede are lying on the hard floor, hands on each other's cocks. “Give these poor men some cushioning.” He picks up one of the blankets and throws it in their direction, jarring them from their focused rhythms. “I don’t want to be the cause of any ass-bruising, thank you very much.”

Ed grins sheepishly and stands up, cock bouncing against his belly as he arranges the blanket for himself and Stede. Oluwande and Jim carry the rest of the blankets over to the chaise, making a loose pile of comfort. Pete grabs a pillow and sits down cross-legged, resting his chin in his hands and grinning up towards Lucius.

“Comfortable, babe?” Lucius asks around his straw.

“Very.”

The coffee has given Lucius a new surge of energy, and watching Fang come like that has definitely stirred his dick back into action. He glances at Oluwande, whose own cock is hard and leaking against his belly. 

“Hey, Jim?” he asks, glancing at his friend who is pulling their backpack off their shoulders with a shrug. “Wanna race?”

“Race?”

“Yeah, you know,” he motions between Fang and Oluwande. “See who can fuck their partner to completion first?”

Fang whines from where he’s seated on the chaise and reaches out a hand to pat Lucius’ thigh. “I’ve just come, babe.”

“I know, babe.” Lucius runs a thumb over Fang’s lower lip and jaw. “But I know you can do it.” Fang whines again, but it’s entirely too eager and his eyes are smiling. Gotcha. “Jim?”

“You can’t race these things, Lucius.”

“Sure you can, and your team has a head start anyway. Fang just came five minutes ago and Olu’s been hard as a rock since I found you guys.”

Oluwande chuckles with embarrassment, sitting down beside Fang on the chaise. He’s really setting himself up for this, Lucius thinks. He wants it as bad as I do.

“Alright, friend,” Jim declares. “You’re on.” 

Of course they were. “Men,” Lucius demands of Fang and Olu with a chuckle. “Turn around, get comfy, we’re here to look after you.” He pulls condoms for all of them from the box beneath the chaise as Fang and Olu rearrange themselves, asses bared towards he and Jim. Jim pulls their strap from their backpack, stepping into it and tightening the bracers. 

“Pete, babe,” Lucius says as he runs a warm hand down Fang’s sweaty back. “I think we’re gonna need more condoms and dams before the night is out.”

“On it, babe.”

He grins and squeezes one of Fang’s asscheeks just enough to have him squirming. “You ready?”

Fang lets out a breathy sigh and nods. He’s not quite hard yet, but his hole is open and ready, fluttering in front of Lucius’s now sheathed cock thanks to Pete’s earlier work. 

“Jim?”

“Ready.” Their hands are on Olu’s hips, shoulders, kissing his neck and back with little flurries of touch that make him wriggle and moan beneath their touch. 

Lucius can’t help it, he has to aim one last passing remark at Ed and Stede, sprawled out over the blankets now, hands back on each other's cocks with a languid rhythm. “Alright, boys? Time for a good show.”

Oluwande’s whole body is alive with sensation. Jim’s fingers digging into his hips; Jim’s thighs against his thighs, their back against his back. The sweet press and rock of Jim’s dick as they thrust into him slow and sweet, just the way he likes. There’s something to think about here, he’s sure of it, that they’re in some kind of race to orgasm and still Jim plays things slow and careful and attentive.

With each slow thrust, they place kisses along his back and shoulders, open-mouthed warm little kisses that send shivers of pleasurable goosebumps along his spine. They haven’t even touched his cock yet and already he’s so overcome with want and pleasure and it escapes out of him with a noise somewhere between a groan and a needy whine. 

It’s that noise that seems to send Jim reaching for Olu’s cock, a nice slow drag of touch, everything so slow and amorous and filled with longing and lust. So many spaces to breathe and to crave. He wants more but also just more of this? This forever would be fantastic…

As JIm thrusts into him, Olu pushes his ass back, aiming for something deeper and the drag of the cock against his prostate makes his breath leave him in a gasp. 

“Querido, I’m here,” they whisper into their kisses and fuck, if that isn’t one of the hottest things he’s ever heard. His whole mind is filled with the sensations of where the two of them touch, the sounds of Jim’s ragged breaths behind him, blending with his own pants and gasps. He knows logical that there’s two men beside them, also fucking with verve and vigour, but the idea of them is far from his mind.

It’s the first time all night really that Lucius has had the opportunity to sink his cock into his partner's willing body and really go for it. He prides himself on being a bottom-heavy verse but the most appropriate time to fuck his lover into oblivion is in the middle of an orgy. 

He’s so proud of the way Fang responds to his touch. He wasn’t sure when he posed the absolutely ridiculous race if he’d actually be able to manage it, but somehow Fang has bypassed oversensitivity by sheer force of will and is instead fucking himself back onto Lucius’s cock with wanton abandon. His fingers dig into the upholstered back of the chaise, and Lucius drapes his body over Fang’s back to tangle their fingers together. 

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he breathes into Fang’s ear and the man practically melts under him with a loud moan. When he snakes a hand down to grasp Fang’s cock he finds it achingly hard for him. “ So fucking good.” 

The tight warmth of the man’s body around his cock, the sweet drag and pull with each thrust. And the way he absolutely gasps when Lucius picks up the pace with his fist. He knows Fang was slow to warm up the first time, but now he’s so eager and desperate and despite their disadvantage, they might really be in with a chance to win this. 

He changes the angle of his thrusts a little and Fang begs, letting out a string of incomprehensible words as he fucks himself back onto Lucius’s cock. 

God, he feels so good.

How are they fucking doing this? Ed thinks as he watches Lucius and Jim somehow find a rhythm both with their partners and between themselves. Some strange synchronicity that he never imagined would be possible. Sometimes it's hard enough to get you and your lover moving in sync, let alone with the couple beside you. But somehow they’re managing it, and the fucking chorus of moans falling out of their mouths is borderline obscene and when Stede whimpers beside him it goes straight to his fucking cock. 

“Oh my god,” he manages to huff out, and Stede picks up the pace on his cock, thumb catching just right at the head. “What the fuck.”

“I know,” Stede breathes. “What the fuck.”

Ed tries his hardest to match the frantic movement of Stede’s hand over his cock, but the man’s hips keep fucking up into his fist and it’s all he can do to keep working him, keep some kind of rhythm. Thank god for the propping off pillows and blankets they’d managed to arrange, because somehow they can keep their eyes on their friends, the press and pull of their bodies, and still stroke each other so well. For just a moment, Stede buries his face in Ed’s shoulder to bite at the skin there, but he can’t seem to look away for long. It’s absolutely fucking intoxicating. Like watching an orchestra in motion. Who the fuck is gonna win this ridiculous race?

And then something seems to change, Jim and Lucius’s paces both seem to change at once, moving into something less precise and more frantic. Lucius is keening deep in his throat with each rock and Fang is practically crying and Oluwande covers Jim’s hand over his own cock to lace their fingers together and change something about the pace and then Ed isn’t even sure how it happens or who comes first but Oluwande and Fang are both coming in full body spasms, falling apart over the back of the chaise. Lucius wraps his whole arm around Fang’s waist as he pumps into him three final times before coming with a loud gasp and collapsing over his back.

And beside Ed, Stede practically sobs as he comes in streaks over his stomach, Ed barely able to focus enough to work him through it. Stede’s own hand on his cock doesn’t relent, even as he shudders through the aftershocks, but it’s not until Stede tips his head onto Ed’s shoulder and murmurs, “God I fucking love you,” that Ed finally comes all over Stede’s fist and his own belly with a groan.

“Hey,” Pete says into his phone as he walks down the corridor towards the supply room. “Are you awake?”

“I’m awake,” Frenchie replies with a yawn, indicating he definitely was at least winding down for the night. “What’s up?”

Pete snorts into the phone. “What isn’t up?” My own cock, I guess, he thinks to himself, but it’s only a matter of time really. “You know how we joked about the post-show orgy in the group chat?”

“Oh fucking really?” 

Pete can hear scrabbling over the phone as Frenchie puts him on speaker and explains the situation to John. 

“Anyway,” he continues, “there’s seven of us here, and that definitely counts as an orgy. I’m on the hunt for more condoms but the action is happening on the main stage. I didn’t want you to miss out, so I thought I’d better give you a call.”

“How the fuck did this happen?” John asks. “ Seven of you?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna blame Stede for this one, but I guess Lucius worked his usual sexy magic on him.”

“Fucking wow.”

Pete grins despite his friends not being able to see him. “Yeah, so if you want in on the action, get your asses down here, ASAP.”

“Coming, sir!” Frenchie signs off with a snigger, and Pete tucks his phone under his armpit as he pushes through into the storeroom. Now where did Lucius put the tub of sex stuff last time?

He’s so caught up in hunting for the supplies that he doesn’t quite register the absolutely filthy moans coming from the far end of the storeroom until he’s already spotting their owner.

Oluwande leans his head against his forearms, chest heaving as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. “Fang, brother,” he says, holding his hand out for a hi-five. “Good fucking job.”

Fang laughs, as he ties off his condom and tosses it in the nearby trash can. “You too, mate. Good timing.”

“Fantastic fucking timing.” Olu ties off his own condom, patting Jim softly on the thigh. “Love you.” Jim places sweet kisses along his shoulder in response, but doesn’t say anything.

“Good timing? Good fucking timing?” Lucius huffs as he gently eases himself from Fang. “You guys came in such perfect unison that I don’t know who fucking won!”

“I don’t care who won.” Olu shuffles onto his back to face Jim, pulling them down onto his lap. The strap sits uncomfortably between them but he doesn’t even care right now, he’s so blissed out. “How are you doing? Are you okay, love?”

“I’m good,” Jim says with a grin, but Olu can feel how fucking wet they are where their pussy rests against his thigh. 

“That won’t do,” he whispers into a kiss. “I wanna make you come.” 

Jim groans. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. How do you want me?”

They pull back for a moment to consider, their hands framing Olu’s neck. “I think I want your mouth.”

As if that isn’t one of the hottest things Jim could ever say to him. 

He flips them over so Jim is pressed against the velvet of the chaise and drags over a pillow to kneel on the floor. Jim’s wriggling out of the strap and he’s just about to swing one of their lean legs over his shoulder and go to town when Lucius throws a foil packet in his direction, smacking him on the shoulder.

“This is an orgy, babe. Use the dam.”

Right. They’re in the middle of a fucking orgy.

Olu tears open the foil of the dental dam as Jim kicks free of the strap, freeing access for Olu to see the silken glide of their folds, their swollen clit. “Fuck me,” he breathes, and positions the dam and his mouth over their wet heat in one smooth motion, dragging Jim’s leg over his shoulder properly now. One hand curls around their thigh, pulling them closer and Olu slides his tongue in a hot wet lave through their folds. Jim moans and presses their heel into his back in encouragement. God, he loves it when Jim is eager like this. Wet and rutting against his face and so fucking eager.

“Olu, Olu,” they gasp, fingers reaching for his face to hold him there, control his rhythm. He flicks his tongue over their clit in precise motions, exactly as he knows they like it and his hand slips to their ass to give their cheek a generous squeeze.

He can tell Jim is close to orgasm when the thrust of their hips becomes erratic and their fingers tighten in his hair. It’s almost imperceptible really, compared to some of the noises from earlier, even to his own rough moans of orgasm, but when Jim comes it’s with a silent cry, tensing and then shaking apart as Olu continues to kiss and suck and flick over their gorgeous clit. He works them through the drawn out moment, holds their thighs tightly and lets them practically ride his face, and then slowly they come down, chest silently heaving. 

When Olu leans back and takes the dam away to toss it in the bin, it’s slick with Jim’s pleasure. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “Wish I could taste you.”

Jim leans forward to give him a warm kiss, filled with tongue and affection. “Next time, handsome.”

Oluwande’s nearly hard again at the idea of that alone.

There is something absolutely intoxicating about the way this uptight little man moans against his mouth when he kisses him. How a hand up his shirt makes him positively come undone with want. Stellan could listen to his ridiculous noises for days and never get bored. 

They had found themselves at the Revenge despite Izzy’s mild protestations after a lovely dinner instead of drinks. The idea of sitting at a bar for hours talking instead of doing this - desperately rutting together in the safety of the supply room - felt like torture. 

Stellan pushes at Izzy’s shirt, palms against warm hairy skin. A rough kiss to his mouth, his stubbly jaw, his neck and then he sinks to his knees to press a kiss to that belly, licking a stripe along the wiry hair there. How are they both fully clothed and yet he feels like he’s practically ravishing this man, and the moans falling from his mouth as he tips his head back seem to concur.

“Fucking fuck,” Izzy growls and buries his hands in Stellan’s hair and fuck that’s so attractive and does things to him he can’t even properly comprehend. He’d never before realized how sexy an angry swear can be.

He’s just about to pop the button on Izzy’s jeans - really get things moving, fuck - when he hears a clatter of noise from near the doorway and his hands freeze. 

“What the shit fuck was that?” Izzy’s hands grip Stellan’s shoulders and hold him in place, but all the warm ease has left his body and been replaced with ice cold tension. 

“Who’s there?” Stellan calls out. 

“Um, nobody.”

“ Pete?” He stands up, fumbling for the wall to balance himself as he looks out into the dark room. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Pete’s backlit by the glow of the open door and it’s immediately apparently to Stellan that he’s stark naked. 

“And why are you wearing no clothes?”

“Um, I- I was just-” Pete holds up the large plastic tub he has found and backs hastily towards the door. “Grabbing supplies for our- um- orgyonthemainstageifyouwantedtojoin.”

“An orgy?” Stellan turns back to Izzy in disbelief. Izzy only sighs and grabs his wrist, pulling him towards the door.

Legging it down the corridor with his acquired goods, Pete redials Frenchie’s number.

“What now?”

“Make that nine currently involved members, I think.”

A moment of shocked pause. “We’re already in the car.”

The atmosphere of the stage turns more relaxed and languid as the six of them come down from their orgasms. Jim rests on the chaise with their leg flung up over the backrest, their hand drawing shapes against Oluwande’s temple where he sits nearby on the floor. Fang and Lucius have set themselves up in a pile of blankets, legs tangled together as their fingers slide sweetly over hips and ribs and shoulders.

Ed and Stede are also curled together on blankets, Stede practically on top of Ed having cleaned the come off of both their bellies. Ed doesn’t mind, he has easy access to Stede’s blonde curls, carding his fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. It’s easy to reach out and press a kiss to his crown, and something about the weight of Stede’s body on him is ridiculously comforting. 

“Hey,” Stede says softly, lifting his head a little to look Ed in the eye. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh, here comes trouble,” Ed says with a grin, and Stede swats him on the shoulder. 

“Do you think-?” he whispers. “Do you think Jim’s strap feels different to a- a flesh and blood cock? When you’re being fucked, I mean?”

Ed furrows his brow slightly in consideration. “I dunno, love, why don’t you ask?”

“Oh, no, there’s no need really, it’s just a curiosity-”

Ed cuts him off with a finger against his lips. “Hey, Olu? Does Jim’s strap feel different to a regular cock when it’s in your ass? Stede wants to know.”

“Shut up!” Stede shoves his hand over Ed’s mouth and he nibbles the calluses of his palm with a cheeky grin.

Against the chaise, Oluwande tips his head back to grin at Jim. “I wouldn’t know,” he says without looking away from his lover. “Never had a regular cock in my ass. But I’m sure Jim wouldn’t mind giving Stede a demonstration.”

Stede looks up at Ed, a little in wonder, a little in shock. He can see the arousal there too, feel it against his hip. Over Stede’s shoulder, Ed can also see the appreciative way Jim eyes Stede’s body, liking what they see.

“I haven’t prepped-” Stede goes to object, but Jim’s reply stops him in his tracks.

“Why don’t you let Ed open you up and then I’ll come fuck you and you can decide for yourself if silicon feels any different?”

And that statement feels like a physical pull low in Ed’s gut. He may not be getting hard again tonight after those two strong orgasms, but he sure can still appreciate the pretty flush that spreads down Stede’s neck and chest and the way he wriggles just slightly, letting his eagerness show through. He wants to be fucked by Jim so badly. And Ed wants him to be, wants to see the way he lights up in pleasure. 

How Stede has so much stamina, he doesn’t know, but the man is insatiable and maybe this is the perfect opportunity for him to really get the full extent of what his body can handle. 

“Alright, what do you think Stede?” he asks. Stede only nods his eager reply. “Toss me lube and a glove then, Jim, and I’ll have him ready for you in just a minute.”

Stede’s body feels alight and on fire and he never wants this sensation to stop. His whole body is pressed against Ed’s, including his cock, well on it’s way to being hard. One of Ed’s hands is on his back, tracing gentle patterns of comfort into the skin while he fucks him open with two fingers of his other hand. 

The burn and stretch is so sweet, so soft and gentle, but still it thrums through Stede. With each movement, he arches into Ed’s touch, pressing kisses onto his chest. 

Quickly though, the sensation isn’t enough and he finds himself rocking back onto Ed’s hand, whining with need. “Please,” he murmurs softly. “Please, Ed, fuck, more, more, more.” Two fingers become three, stretching inside him, opening him up and when Ed makes a pointed effort to press against his prostate he lets out a loud groan. “ Fuuuuck.”

He’s just about to start begging for real when Pete steps out of the wings onto the stage, bearing a large plastic tub of what are surely sex supplies. The distraction is just enough to take the edge off, even as Ed’s fingers continue to fuck into him relentlessly. He turns his head on Ed’s chest so he can watch Pete for a moment.

“Here we go,” he says, placing the box down near the chaise with a thump. Everyone watches him, even as they continue their gentle touches and caresses. “Oh, and we’re having new arrivals soon.”

“New arrivals?” Lucius asks, reaching a hand up to grab Pete’s hand and pull him down between himself and Fang. 

“Yeah, I found Swede with Izzy in the storage room.”

“Izzy?” Ed murmurs, too quietly for anyone to hear.

“And I called Johnny and French, didn’t want them missing out. Hope nobody minds.”

It seems obvious to Stede. Everyone is too blissed out from orgasms and touch to mind more bodies in their vicinity to touch and enjoy. Or maybe that’s just him. 

“No complaints,” he hums out, following it up with a gasp as Ed brushes his prostate again.

“Wow, what have we got going on here?” Pete asks. Lucius and Fang rest their heads against his thighs as he sits cross legged, and he brushes his fingers across their faces sweetly. 

Lucius is the one to explain, “Ed’s getting Stede ready so he can try out Jim’s cock, see if it’s different from regular cocks.” Pete raises an eyebrow. “Not that he has much more than a sample size of one to compare it to.”

“Maybe-” Stede gasps, “More than that-” Another gasp. “After tonight.” He flushes when he realises what he’s said, but he doesn’t retract the statement. 

“Well, that’s a promise I’m sure one or more someone’s will take you up on,” Lucius drawls. 

“Are you ready?” Ed asks softly, slowing the movements of his fingers within Stede’s ass. He feels ready, he thinks. The stretch no longer a burn so much as a gentle, loving ache. He nods against Ed’s chest and leans up just enough to kiss him square on the mouth, more sweet than hot. A thank you of sorts.

“Alright, Jim,” Ed calls when they pull apart. He slides his fingers out carefully, and Stede lets out an uncontrolled whine at the loss. “He’s ready for you.”

Stede goes to push himself up to standing, to make his way over to Jim on the chaise, but before he can even move his friend’s firm, skilled hands are grabbing him by the hips and sliding him back onto the sheathed silicon of their cock.

Stede’s loud moan as Jim fucks into him sounds like fucking porn to Ed’s ears. The way Stede practically collapses onto Ed’s belly with his ass high in the air, head pooling on his own forearms. The way his body rocks against Ed as Jim fucks into him with abandon. 

How is Stede this fucking beautiful? Ed cards his fingers through Stede’s curls, unable to look away from him. The curve of his sweaty back, the round swell of his ass. The open ‘o’ of his mouth as Jim presses into him again and again and again, relentless, fucking him so neatly. 

Ed’s always thought Jim was attractive, and it’s definitely something to see your lover being absolutely destroyed like this, but thats it, isn’t it? It’s watching Stede. It’s watching Stede take his sweet pleasure, in a way Ed often can’t when he’s the one giving it, either from a problem of angle, or lost in his own pleasure. 

But right now, the only pleasure he has to worry about is Stede’s and its fucking glorious. 

Jim picks up their pace a little, pressing harder and deeper and Stede splays his hands on Ed’s chest to brace himself. His little whimpers and moans are absolutely obscene, and Ed places his own palm over Stede’s in a way he hopes is grounding and comforting. He could squeeze those fingers for days. 

“How-” Stede manages to gasp, staring Ed down. “How does it - ungh - get the prostate every - fuck - time?”

Ed laughs deep from his belly and it rocks Stede just enough that he whimpers again, burying his face against him. 

“Stede, love,” he says, squeezing his hand tight. “You’re so beautiful when you come undone.” Stede looks up again, grinning through his panting breaths. “Come for us, love.”

And dear god, Stede is so responsive to him, head tipping back as he sobs out a moan, coming all over Ed’s thighs from not a single touch against his cock. Just Jim’s careful, insistent fucking and Ed’s words. Fucking hell.

Jim keeps fucking into him for a moment, practically milking his prostate, and Ed didn’t know a guy could keep coming for that long, spilling hot over him. Finally, Stede lets out a gentle whine, an indication that everything is getting a little too much, and Jim smirks at Ed over Stede’s body, pulling out of him with a gentle pat on Stede’s ass. 

“Fuck,” Stede gasps, flipping his hand to grip Ed’s properly and squeezing impossibly tight. “ Fuck.” He sighs into Edward’s chest as his body winds down and he collapses against Ed’s thighs, smearing his own come over the both of them.

“Verdict?” Jim asks, standing to step back towards the chaise and Oluwande, whose arms are open for them to settle into. 

Stede considers for a moment. “Different,” he finally decides. “But good. Very good.”

When Stellan tugs Izzy past the curtains and on to the main stage, it’s clear that the current inhabitants, naked and warm under the lights, are in a bit of a lull. There’s no desperate rutting or loud moans, just soft languid touches shared between friends. Fingers grazing thighs, chest, shoulders, bellies; reaching out to touch each other wherever their hands can reach.

John is sitting upright on the velvet chaise, Frenchie lying with his head in his lap. John’s hand splays over his chest comfortably. On the floor at the foot of the chaise, Pete and Fang are snacking on nut bars with Lucius practically draped over the two of them. Jim is kissing Oluwande in slow, gentle kisses, on their knees on top of him. And Ed and Stede are feeding each other pieces of chocolate. It all seems so blissfully domestic. 

Beside him, Stellan feels Izzy recoil slightly and he tightens his grip on the man’s hand. “Nobody’s gonna give a shit,” he murmurs softly and Izzy softens just enough to let Stellan lead him to the group.

“Good evening, boys,” he says with a grin and kicks off his shoes, followed by jeans and his shirt until he’s standing in front of them naked. “We’re joining the party.”

“Pull up a blanket, babes,” Lucius drawls and Stellan chooses a particularly comfortable looking woven piece for them, spreading it out and guiding Izzy to sit down. Not unexpectedly, Izzy hasn’t rushed to remove any of his own clothes, but some of the tension has eased from his body. Stellan kisses him softly, breathing into his mouth, “I’m going to look after you.”

And just like he knew it would, that practically makes Izzy melt. He lets Stellan shrug off his shirt and undershirt, run his thumbs along the gorgeous lines of his top-surgery scars. Allows him to pull each shoe off carefully, tossing them towards side stage with a grin and a loud thunk. He practically peels Izzy’s jeans off him, slowly and with care and when Izzy’s left sitting in just his underwear, Stellan pulls his hand to his own erection, reminding them why they’re there. He wants him. He always fucking wants this ridiculous little man, but he also wants to have fun with his friends and seek pleasure and be relaxed in their company. 

He collapses on the blanket next to Izzy, and lets him keep one hand on his cock, a gentle languid rhythm of tugs as he chats with the rest of the troupe.

“I can’t believe it's taken this long to make the famed orgy a reality,” John says with a chuckle. “I can’t have been the only one regularly thinking about platonically touching everyone’s bodies?” A chorus of non-committal grunts and hums are returned by the group. “Oh come on, really?” 

“I mean,” Stede offers up to the group. “I’m having a good time. I just don’t think I’d ever really thought about it before.”

“That’s the spirit,” Lucius drawls, not unkindly. 

“Anyway, have we decided who the best kisser is yet?” Frenchie asks. 

Everyone shakes their heads and Stede furrows his brow. “Actually, we haven’t really been kissing, to be honest.”

Unsurprising, Stellan thinks. A bunch of men, thinking with their cocks. 

“Kissing seems really… intimate.” Lucius shrivels up his nose.

“In a way that sucking each others cocks isn’t?” Jim asks.

“Yeah, somehow.”

“We’ve gotta fix this, dear,” John nudges Frenchie in the hip to get him sitting up and eyes down the rest of the group where they lounge on the floor. “French and I are going to be the judges. We have the best taste, and we’re not biased based on any spectacular fucking anyone’s done so far.”

“That makes no fucking sense,” Izzy grumbles quietly into Stellan’s shoulder. 

“We’ll give you each one kiss, consult and then make a decision.” John claps his hands together. “Alright, team, line up, orderly queue. Submit your kisses.”

Stede tangles his fingers in the hair at Ed’s neck as he watches Lucius give Frenchie and then John a long hard kiss. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks softly, following it with a gentle peck to the corner of his mouth.

“You think I think you’d be spoiled by two kisses?” Ed asks. “Are you okay with it?”

“I just know I can be a little competitive.” A little is probably an understatement; blended with his intense desire to people-please, he can see himself giving in to this, making it the kiss of a lifetime. But he also feels a little shit that that kiss of a lifetime isn’t with Ed.

“Maybe,” Ed says, returning his peck. “You just have to give me the preview, then I won’t be missing out.”

The preview.

Stede’s eyes dart from Ed’s gaze to his lips and back again. “Yeah?”

“Mm.”

He really is irresistible. 

Stede presses his whole body closer to Ed, their chests flush as he kisses him deeply. He tightens his grip on Ed’s curls and when he brushes his tongue across Ed’s bottom lip his mouth opens for him. Hot, wet kisses, searching and yearning. He practically licks into his mouth, tasting him, sweet and chocolatey from their snack. Another open kiss of their mouths and he’s dragging Ed’s lip between his teeth, just a little, just enough to feel. 

Ed’s hands are on his back, holding him close and when they separate to breathe, he lets a little sigh fill the space between them. 

“Love,” Ed says softly. “You better go out and win this.” And he grins wickedly, pulling Stede into him for another quick kiss.

Stede waits his turn as Pete, then Jim and Swede offer up kisses to Frenchie and John. Ed too, takes a turn, though his showing is barely more than perfunctory. Izzy blatantly refuses to participate, unsurprisingly, and then its Stede’s turn. 

A kiss. A kissing competition. A kissing competition between friends. A competition.

God, it probably is stupid but he wants to win so badly. He wants to be praised, he wants to be good at something. Good at kissing. Classic Stede, he thinks. Wanting an award for something you shouldn’t need an award for. 

Frenchie first, he decides, mainly because he’s physically closer. He steps in front of his friend, bending at the waist to catch Frenchie’s chin and hold him where he wants him. One opportunity, one kiss.

And he sure does make the most of it. Stede puts all of his best attributes (kisstributes?) forward. His sweetness, the kiss gentle and soft. His eagerness, the way he pulls French towards him to deepen the whole thing just a little bit. A touch of tongue, just a bit, to his friend’s lip. And then they pull apart, he lets himself linger, just a little bit.

“Damn, Stede,” Frenchie says with a laugh as he leans back into the couch.

He grins and moves now to John. It’s easy to straddle John’s thighs, pull him in with Stede’s hands on either side of his face. And he thinks he has a handle on what his friends might like. Frenchie’s a sweetheart, something soft and sweet suited him. John’s a sweetheart too, but he’s also a little bit more flirty and silly and Stede plans just the right moment of the warm and searching kiss to let out a soft moan. 

And like clockwork, John’s grip tightens around him, holding him closer, kissing him back. That’s how you win a kissing competition, right?

When he pulls away just enough, John grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him. “What the fuck was that! Jesus, Stede, you’re so tender. Are you like this with everyone?”

The whole group replies with a resounding “Yes!” and Stede catches Ed’s eye, the warm smile he offers up just for Stede.

“Alright team,” John says, “I hate to say it but Stede’s obviously the winner.” Frenchie nods in agreement. “But Jim is a close second; you can tell they're a passionate lover.”

“What? Fuck off! You can tell that from my kiss and I get second place?? From my kiss!?”

“I mean, yeah. You put your heart and soul into it, but Stede, man, he just got it.”

“I’ll just get it on your dick in a minute!” Jim threatens, but it seems like that’s maybe exactly what John was going for, because he only grins and leans back on the chaise. 

“Alright, then.”

Jim rolls their eyes and practically crawls over to John, resting their arms across his thick thighs and their chin on their arms. “You asked for it, big man.”

“I did.”

“And you’re gonna get it.”

“This is an orgy and I haven’t come yet, get on with it.”

Next to them, Frenchie frowns. “Hey, neither have I!”

Stede pats him on the thigh, settling down at his feet. “It’s alright, Frenchie. I’ve got you.”

The man’s eyes widen just a little, but he lets Stede run his hand up his leg, a gentle brush, a caress over his hip.

“Shit, you’re so fucking eager.”

Stede only shrugs and grins, reaching for the box of condoms.

Oh, his lovely eager man.

Ed watches as Stede practically goes to town on Frenchie, and yes his partner is competitive, but maybe it wasn’t the best idea to pit him up against Jim. As evidenced during their earlier race with Lucius, Jim doesn’t like to lose so is doing everything in their power to compensate now.

The dichotomy between their styles is obvious. Stede sucks Frenchie’s cock like it’s something sweet and delicious to savor, gentle but with enthusiasm. His hands around Frenchie’s hips, digging in and making a mark. And fuck, Ed knows how that feels, he can imagine it on his own body. 

Jim, on the other hand, sucks John off with reckless abandon. Rough and panting and all encompassing, and yeah passionate is definitely the right word. John is lost in it though, head tipped back and a gentle hand on the back of Jim’s head as they bob and suck. 

Ed sprawls on his blanket as he watches, noticing the way the others have also spread out to observe the display. And it’s at that moment that he realises Stede realises he’s on show. The way he pulls back to lap at the head of Frenchie’s cock delicate before taking him deep again. The way he rocks his whole body into it, moans softly into it. His man is a fucking exhibitionist, and it’s clear he’s living for the attention. He wants all eyes on him, even if he can’t give up his sweetness. A fucking gentleman, he is; the gentleman, fucking. 

Both John and Frenchie have clearly been aroused since they arrived, even if they weren’t sprouting rock hard erections the whole time, and it doesn’t take long for Stede and Jim to reduce them to needy messes. 

On one well timed swallow from Jim, John reaches for Frenchie’s hand across the chaise, and they clasp their fingers as Stede and Jim work them over. It doesn’t last long really, not in the scheme of things, but Jim does win, if this is another race. They move their hand to gentle caress John’s balls and then he’s coming, groaning loudly as his pleasure overtakes him. Frenchie takes an extra moment, or more precisely, Stede takes an extra moment, to place wet open mouthed kisses all over Frenchie’s cock, to mouth at his balls. He finds an easy rhythm with his fist, one that feels intimately familiar to Ed, and then swallows Frenchie down deeply. It’s when he hums his pleasure that Frenchie finally comes with a whine.

Stede slides off his deck with a wet pop and then kisses the softening tip just once before shooting a quick grin at Ed.

The cheeky shit.

Stede is almost inevitably hard again when he sits back down near Ed. He’s always known he could be a bit… insatiable. Always wanting more, more, more. Of everything in life really, and sharing orgasms with Ed thus far has been no different. 

But something about the atmosphere of the evening, maybe the fact that Ed’s maxed out his own pleasure but there’s still opportunity here for Stede… he feels alive with it. 

He palms at his own balls, trying to relieve a bit of tension without actively jerking himself off, but it’s so deliciously good. He thinks he might just be addicted to the feeling. Pleasure and desire and touch. 

“Stede, are you wanking off alone over there?” Fang asks, drawing his attention. 

“Really, Stede? During an orgy?” Lucius sighs. 

‘What?” He looks around, genuinely perplexed, but Fang and Pete only encourage him over to sit with them. Frenchie and John also make their way down to the floor, and the group arranges itself into a loose circle. “What are we doing?” Stede asks again, but Pete only tips his head back with a grin and loosely fists his already hard cock. Frenchie is still soft from his previous orgasm but dances fingers along his belly and balls. 

“Circle jerk?” Lucius groans from just outside the circle. “How cliche.” He reaches for the bag of snacks and starts in on a lollipop, clearly not annoyed enough to stop staring between Pete and Fang’s dicks like they’d be just as delicious.

Stede grips his own cock at the base, just enough to relieve a little bit of pressure. He turns his head back to look at Ed, still sprawled out on the blankets, and gives him a soft grin. He raises one eyebrow in offering, do you want to join?

Ed shakes his head in a soft reply, but does shuffle over to sit behind Stede, a leg on either side of him and his chest flush to Stede’s back. God, that feels nice. Ed’s hands splayed across his belly and thigh, his lips kissing at the sweet spot of his neck, behind his ear. Ed’s nose practically nuzzles into his hairline and it’s a little bit ticklish but also there’s something Stede absolutely loves about being surrounded by Ed. 

He tips his head back onto Ed’s shoulder, leans his weight into him knowing he’ll be supported, and curls his fingers properly around his cock.

“You can join the others if you want,” Jim offers against Oluwande’s lips, straddling him where he leans against the back of the chaise. His cock is hard between them, but all of Oluwande’s focus is on Jim’s warm skin, ribs and back and ass. Jim’s focus is on Olu’s mouth and jaw and cheeks, peppering him with kisses. “I’m not going to stop you,” they say. But still they don’t move off his body, hands still clasped around his neck, knees still bracketing his hips. 

“No, Jim, it’s stupid anyway. Lucius was right, even if he doesn’t believe it. This kind of thing is incredibly gauche.” Lucius, on the other side of the circle jerk from them, is sucking away on his lollipop and pretending he’s not eagerly watching the proceedings. “And besides,” Olu continues, “I don’t want to be involved if you can’t join in.”

He lightly squeezes Jim’s ass and grins as they buck just a little against him, their body brushing just a little against his cock and sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. 

“We can do good on our own just here, I guess,” Jim admits. “You haven’t fucked me today.”

“No,” Oluwande agrees. “I haven’t.” He kisses hungrily into Jim’s mouth, using his grip to pull them flush against his body. Fucking perfect, goddamnit, Jim is fucking perfect, and they rock into him with lithe, lean rhythm as they return his kisses with just as much fervor.

“Fuck me, Olu,” Jim breathes into the space between their mouths and Oluwande nods, kneels up properly, reaches under the couch for the condoms. With Jim’s help, he gets one on quickly, offering up a sweet little kiss to Jim’s belly before they sink down onto him, slow and measured and precise and god he feels every moment of it until he’s fully buried within Jim’s body. 

“ Fuck,” he hisses, and then they’re rocking together, more of a tilt and grind of Jim’s hips than anything resembling an actual thrust, but it’s delicious and sultry and warm and Oluwande wants them so badly, wants to kiss the little moans out of their mouth, make them gasp and shiver. He chases those little sounds like he could swallow them down and offers up some of his own. “Fuck, fu- Jim, unnnggg-”

He knows he’s close, clearly too ramped up from the pleasures of the evening, but he manages to tap Jim on the back to let them know and they snake a hand down to their clit, chasing the peak of their pleasure. And between the rocking motion of their bodies and a little extra touch, he knows they’ll get there quickly.

It only takes moments and then Jim is kissing Oluwande with abandon, sloppily, all finesse gone as their body trembles and clenches around him and that’s it really, isn’t it? He’s a fucking goner after that. One more sweet moment of their bodies rocking together and then he’s filling the condom, groaning against Jim’s mouth, their jaw. His nails dig into their ass, and maybe he’s going to leave a mark, but he knows Jim won’t mind, in fact they might like it.

As he comes down slowly from his high, cock softening, Jim rises off him, helping him with the condom. “God, you’re good at that,” they say, almost offhandedly, but when they look up and catch his eye, he can tell it’s all sincere. 

“It helps to have a good partner,” he offers back, and smiles.

A circle jerk might be the most ridiculous, cliche orgy activity he could possibly imagine, and he most definitely is not going to partake himself, but there is always something Lucius enjoys about watching his lovers get off. Pete in particular is acting absolutely filthy, and he’s starting to suspect it might be for his benefit. 

The whole circle are right into it now, even Frenchie and John hard again after their first orgasms of the night, and they’re all jerking themselves off with furious abandon. It’s almost fascinating to consider the variance in technique, the way some of the boys like to work themselves over slow and unhurried, and some would rather beat their cocks to within an inch of their life. 

Pete, as usual, falls somewhere in the middle, but its the absolutely mesmerizing groans and whimpers falling from his lips that have Lucius unable to look away. “Fuck- fuck- ungggh…” He tips his head back just enough that Lucius can see his eyes are closed, watch his pink tongue dart over his lips. Lucius can’t quite resist reaching out and digging his nails into his shoulder, just hard enough that he would definitely feel it. And that definitely draws out an extended, loud moan.

Fuck, he’s definitely trying to get Lucius as ridiculously aroused as possible. 

“ God,” Pete groans again, one hand fondling his balls as he tugs at his cock. “Lu, I- shit.” He cants his hips into the air, not quite enough of friction, not quite enough of anything, but it’s clear to Lucius that he’s close and fucking milking it. 

And damn him, it’s working. Lucius is so fucking hard, but no he is not joining this ridiculous wankfest. This is an orgy and someone else can get him off, thank you very much.

He leans closer, mouth to the shell of Pete’s ear. “Fuck you, asshole,” he breathes, little more than a whisper, and just like he knew it would, that does it. Pete comes in ribbons over his fist with a groan, leaning back so far that Lucius has to catch his weight with his shoulder to stop him from falling, as if he knew his lover would be there to catch him.

And Pete coming seems to set off something around the circle, whether it be the moans or something, but everyone is tipping over the edge then, one by one into their own throes of pleasure until its just Stede, Ed’s arms around his waist, gasping, but still, somehow, holding on.

Ed feels like Stede, finally, might be hitting the edge of his stamina. He’s come so many times, in what feels like such quick succession, that it feels like this couldn’t possibly keep going. But he’s somehow so impressively hard, and from the noises he makes, head tipped back on Ed’s shoulder, he’s enjoying himself plenty.

But unlike the rest of the boys around the circle, his body seems to be holding him back from that moment, keeping him on the edge and not quite tipping over.

Or maybe that’s just Stede himself, the right little show-off. 

He’s not breathing anymore so much as shallowly panting, gasping into Ed’s ear. His hand is slick and quick over his own cock and his hips rock in a stuttering rhythm, seeking something extra to build that friction. Ed keeps his own arms tight around his belly, supporting him, holding him steady as he fucks into his own hand. Their legs are pressed together, ankle to thigh, and their bodies, chest to back. Ed can feel the tension he’s carrying.

“Gorgeous, love,” he mumbles, lips against Stede’s shoulder. “So fucking gorgeous, the way you work yourself over, I could watch you like this for days. So beautiful, Jesus Christ, and those noises you’re making-”

Stede groans filthily, cutting him off.

“Yeah, just like that, love. Love fucking listening to you. Only thing better is hearing you, feeling you, come. Are you ready to come for me, love?”

Stede whines, somehow pressing back even further against Ed’s body, but still he doesn’t come. His fingers and thumb are flying now over his cock, but still he doesn’t come.

“I said,” Ed breathes, and digs his fingers into Stede’s side, just enough to know he’ll feel it. “Are you ready to come for me?” He nips lightly at the skin of Stede’s shoulder. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

And maybe it’s the demand that does it, but the orgasm hits Stede then like a ton of bricks, keening, and Ed can feel it all through his body. His abs, tightening, convulsing, his chest heaving. His left leg, shuddering in waves of pleasure, practically banging against the floorboards. His breath, erratic and wild.

And most perfect, the sweet sounds, half gasp half sigh, that fall from Stede’s mouth as he works himself through his orgasm, coming all over his belly and the back of Ed’s hand. God, thats fucking hot.

Ed kisses Stede’s shoulder, loving over the tiny indents he’d left behind and Stede practically sighs into him.

“Thank you,” he whispers against his jaw and kisses half-dazed at his chin. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“Love you too, Stede.”

“Ew, gross, is it my turn?” Lucius complains, crawling over Pete’s thigh to collapse in a sprawl in the middle of the circle as the men pass around wet wipes and clean themselves up. “I’m horny and I’m hard and I want to be the center of attention.”

He splays across all of their laps, head near Fang, arms near Pete and Stede, Frenchie and John at either leg. He likes casually touching his friends, bridging connections between their bodies. The way he can prod with a finger or a toe and incite his friends to action. Nobody would ever say Lucius doesn’t command a presence, especially with his comedy, but he’s commanding the room even more so tonight, right here, right now.

Pete brushes his hair back, placing sweet little lazy kisses along his forehead and cheeks. A big messy spiderman kiss seals the deal. Fang lays his own open mouthed kisses along his hand and arm, and even Stede joins in on the other side. John massages the ball of his foot and how the fuck is that erotic, but somehow it is.

And then Frenchie, his sweet friend Frenchie, practically crawls up Lucius’s body til he’s hovering over his cock, eyes hungry. “You want to be pleasured, my dear?” he asks sweetly, and Lucius growls his wordless response. 

That’s all the permission Frenchie needs to go to town, apparently, motioning for John to pass him a condom. And Frenchie gives rough and dirty head in just the right way. The warm, wet heat of his mouth. The way his tongue swirls and dances around the head, his fingers providing just enough movement at the base of Lucius’ cock. And then he’s taking him in deep, sucking and moaning and humming around Lucius’ dick like its a five course meal and Lucius has had many many a fantastic blowjob - some from people in this very room - but in that moment he’s so close to bliss he would say just about anything to keep that mouth on him.

“Shi- fuck,” he gasps as Frenchie swallows around him and Pete leans over to kiss him roughly, smothering his moans. 

“I-” he gasps, trying to kiss Pete back, but everything’s so much, too much, all at once. “I- I’m so close-”

As Frenchie sucks him deeper, his hips accidentally buck and he finds himself fucking Frenchie’s mouth, deep into his throat. “Sorry- sorry, I-” But Frenchie only swallows around him, and Lucius can feel the press of the man’s soft palette on his cock. God he’s taking him so well, down his sweet open throat, and god that feels so fucking good. 

Frenchie positions his hand to drag a thumb roughly along Lucius’s perineum and Pete kisses him roughly again and there’s kisses being placed on his arms and legs and fuck he loves this, loves being loved on and admired and fawned over. If he could spend all his days like this, he would be forever happy.

“ Shit,” he hisses on another suck and then Frenchie is fondling his balls and humming and taking him so deeply in his mouth and it’s all too much and Lucius is spilling into the condom, hands squeezing tight to Stede and Fang and mouth tipped back to not quite kiss but press at Pete’s mouth and fuck that was a good orgasm. 

Frenchie pulls back and places a half kiss on the tip of his cock as he expertly handles the condom and Lucius collapses back against Pete’s lap. “Thanks boys,” he sighs. “Thanks French.”

“No probs, dear,” Frenchie grins and crawls back into John’s lap to be held.

Stellan had watched Izzy watch the group throughout their whole endeavors, Stede and Jim’s attentive blowjobs, the circle jerk, Lucius’s display of outright debauchery. It was fun to watch his friends seek their pleasure with each other, but there was something absolutely fascinating about the way Izzy couldn’t look away. The way his body held tension as he sat there in his underwear, a little awkwardly.

“Come here, Israel,” he motions, looping an arm around Izzy’s waist and hauling him back so he rests flush against Stellan’s chest. His ass presses flush against Stellan’s hard cock, relieving just a touch of pressure, but he doesn’t look for more, doesn’t seek out friction. 

Izzy, though, leans back into him, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being supported and held. He grinds his hips just a little, exploring him.

“Stellan, you’re hard as a rock.”

“Jealous, sweet?” he asks.

“No.” 

He smirks, and Izzy flushes dark red. “It’s group sex, Israel. It’s hot. I’m into it. I’m sure you are, too.” He slides a slow hand round Izzy’s waist, into the front of his underwear, and Izzy watches his hand with wide eyes. When he finally finds the man’s folds with his fingers, he has his answer. Izzy is soaking wet with want. “I knew it,” he whispers, running a single finger in a torturous graze across his clit. “The gentleman doth protest too much.”

“ Fuck off.”

“I think you just want to be the center of attention, my sweet. Can’t cope if everyone isn’t looking at you.” 

And those words do something more than he could have ever predicted. Izzy’s body responds with a visceral reaction, warm wet heat bucking into the palm of Stellan’s hand. Fuck, he must be so turned on, even if he doesn’t let it show on his sweet angry face.

“You know how Lucius gets away with it?” He drags his knuckle over Izzy’s clit again, a little rougher, but not quite enough to really build to anything. Izzy doesn’t reply, but Stellan can tell he’s listening carefully to every word. “My sweet, he asks for it.”

Izzy moans loudly, body arching against Stellan’s chest. “Please,” he whines, voice tight, barely more than a whisper. “ Please.” 

“Do you want them all to touch you? To taste you?”

Izzy screws his eyes shut, but nods against Stellan’s shoulder. “Do you want them to take you to the edge, so close you think you’re about to come? I won’t let them let you. They can each get a turn,” he murmurs, relishing the way Izzy whines against him, “but I’ll be the one who tells you when you can come.”

Izzy keens, arching against him, desperately seeking friction against the hand in his briefs. 

“Hey guys,” Stellan calls out lightly, pitching his voice to the whole room. “Izzy here would like it if you came and gave him some pleasure, but not too much. He wouldn’t want to come too early.”

And Izzy groans again, louder and filthier than he probably ever intended, but it turns the rest of the crew’s head so they’re all watching them. Their gazes are interested, warm and aroused. Just like Stellan knew they would be. 

“We might need some of the safety rope, so he can’t set the pace? How does that sound, my sweet?” He directs this last sentence into Izzy’s ear, and in response he gets a rough groan. “Israel, we’ll use traffic lights. You know how those work?”

“Yes,” Izzy hisses.

“Show me,” Stellan demands. “I’m going to bind your hands behind your back, what do you say?”

“Green,” Izzy says, almost a gasp, and Stellan smiles. 

“Good man.”

It doesn’t take long for Swede to have Izzy in his lap, underwear off, wrists tied behind his back. Someone had shifted the pack of dental dams over to their blanket and the crew linger around them, watching and waiting for Stellan’s advice. One of his hands spreads across Izzy’s chest, holding him secure, and the other rests at his hip, drawing soothing circles into the flesh there. 

Even at just the anticipation of it, Izzy’s breath is coming heavy, chest heaving. His head rests on Stellan’s shoulder, face almost buried into his neck, but it leaves his body open and eager. 

“Who shall we invite first?” he asks, but Izzy only grunts a wordless reply. “Fang?”

The man approaches on his knees, pulling a dam from the box and opening the packet. He hovers, waiting, as Stellan asks, “Are you ready, my sweet?”

“Green,” Izzy grunts, and then Fang is pressing the dam against Izzy’s folds, followed by his fingers. Stellan can’t help but grin as Izzy twists and writhes, bucking his hips into the sensation of Fang’s fingers moving rhythmically against him. It’s beautiful, the way his body absolutely gives in to the pleasure, even as Stellan holds him back, holds him steady. 

He’s watchful, ever watchful, as Izzy whines and moans and grinds his clit against Fang’s hand with abandon and right as his breathing hits a peak, when Stellan can feel his core and his ass clenching, on the verge of release, he taps Fang on the shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says with a smile and Fang grins, wordlessly shuffling away.

Their friends continue like that in quick succession, Pete and Frenchie and John each taking a turn with their fingers to drag Izzy close to the edge. Stellan is careful with his timing, makes sure there’s just enough of a break between them that Izzy’s breathing regains control, that his body sighs and sinks against his just enough, before encouraging the next man forward for their turn.

He’s only slightly surprised with how eager and keen the group are to participate. There’s something, he thinks, in the weird angry almost-friend being laid bare before them, his pleasure so malleable and in their hands. Izzy has always lamented his inability to wrangle their troupe, and now look at him, submitting to that same chaotic nature willingly, and enjoying it.

It’s Jim’s turn next, and they are the first to place mouth and tongue to Izzy’s clit, masterful in their work. When their fingers dig into his thighs, Izzy moans loudly and fucks against their mouth. “Shit- ah, fuck!”

Without Stellan’s prompting, Jim backs off just a little, placing little biting kisses in the crease of Izzy’s thigh instead. It’s obviously not enough, doesn’t quite give Izzy what he wants, but somehow Jim and Stellan are on exactly the same wavelength, keeping him from the height of his pleasure. Just as Izzy settles into the sensation of the bites, no longer rutting against the air, Jim starts in again, slow and languid movements of their tongue along Izzy’s folds, against his clit. Izzy sobs, but he doesn’t speak a color and when Jim deems their work complete with a satisfied grip on Stellan’s thigh, he grins. 

“Edward, you’re next.”

Ed finds himself kneeling at his friends feet, hand gloved. He’d never thought he’d be here, never thought Izzy of all people would ever be so open and willing to put himself in a position like this. But there really is something wild and freeing about it. 

He traces a gentle thumb along Izzy’s knee, in awe as he shudders at his touch. “Are you sure, Iz?” he asks softly. Izzy’s eyes are screwed shut as he pants against Swede’s shoulder, already so on edge and high strung from the troupe’s previous efforts. He’s not smiling, he’s not outwardly happy, but when has Izzy Hands been outwardly happy in his life. 

Ed presses that thumb gently into his flesh, to remind him he’s there, to ground him in his body. “Iz?” he asks again.

Izzy scowls and blinks his eyes open then to stare at him, looking Ed right in the eye. But all he says, in a voice a little too commanding for a guy literally tied up and being edged to within an inch of his life, is “Green.”

Ed runs his hand over Izzy’s knee, along his thigh. His fingers slip between his folds, gliding slowly from his cunt to his clit. Jesus, Izzy is so wet, the slide is immaculate and easy and there’s practically no friction, except of course Izzy feels everything. He hisses out a breath, and Ed can tell he barely manages to keep his hips still. 

Another slow drawl of a touch, long and slow and careful. “Edward-” Izzy chokes out on a moan. “Fuck-”

Stellan seems eager at those words, nipping lightheartedly at Izzy’s jaw. “Do you want him too, my sweet? Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers?”

“Y-yes,” Izzy stuttered. “Fuck, yes.”

Stellan turns his head to catch Ed’s gaze and it’s like molten fire. Ed doesn’t hesitate. He drives his fingers into Izzy’s cunt, wet and open and eager for him. Two fingers, buried deep, his thumb grazing over his clit as he moves. Each pump of his fingers sends shock waves through Izzy’s body and he shudders and moans. 

“Careful,” Stellan says, and Ed removes his thumb, just fingers now, but doesn’t slow his place. He crooks his fingers just a little inside Izzy, pressing to internally stimulate his clit, and it must do something, because he fucking clenches around Ed’s fingers, but then Stellan is tapping him on the forearm properly, warning him off.

His time is done. It’s not time for Izzy to come yet. 

“Uh, thanks,” Ed says with a lopsided smile as he slides his fingers free, Izzy’s body desperately trying to clench around him, keep him there. He wriggles back from them with a gentle pat to Izzy’s knee and then makes a hasty retreat back over to his and Stede’s blankets.

Shit, that was hot.

And the worst is yet to come, he supposes, because Stede is next. And there is something absolutely thrilling about watching Stede as he grasps Ed’s shoulder for just a moment, before stepping over towards Izzy and Swede. His half hard cock bounces as he walks, mesmerising. 

When he gets there, he settles himself between Izzy’s thighs, tearing open a dam packet. His face is screwed up in concentration, but there’s no hint of fear or nervousness. Stede’s a fucking natural, a natural at fucking , and without hesitation he buries his face between Izzy’s thighs.

Ed can’t stop watching, admiring the way Izzy’s thighs practically clench around Stede’s shoulders. The way Stede grasps Izzy’s ass to hold him firm to his face. From his angle, he can’t see the details of what he's doing, only Izzy’s full body reactions, already so high strung from round after round of edging. But it’s enough. 

It’s sexy, and its overpowering, and maybe a rather large part of him wishes Stede’s mouth was against his own body, drawing those kind of whines and moans out of him. And Ed knows, realistically, that he can have that whenever he wants, that Stede wants him and loves giving him pleasure. 

But in the moment, he feels the need and ache for Stede building in him with a wild fury. He wants him, fucking he wants him so badly, and he’s already come twice tonight and he’d been absolutely sure that was it, that’s all he would be able to manage, but as he watches Izzy practically fuck Stede’s face, the way Stede’s half hard cock moves with the rhythmic sways of his body, Ed can’t help his own arousal. His needy fucking cock, the way it firms and fills without him even touching it. 

“Shit,” he hisses under his breath as he watches, and when Stede raises his head for a breath, turns to fucking face Ed and winks? Jesus Christ, he’s a goner.

Ed lets our a little uncontrolled whine, his hips bucking into the air. He’s fully hard now, still untouched, but God he wants. 

What does he want exactly? Stede, obviously, but within the concept of having him are so many options. He could bury himself in Stede, fuck him til they’re both coming with gasps and tears. Or he could fuck Stede’s mouth, just like Izzy is doing right now.

But as he trails his fingers along his own body, eyes still never leaving Stede, he finds his fingers at his entrance, brushing, teasing, just enough that he knows what he wants. 

He wants Stede to fuck him til he’s seeing stars.

He scrambles for the condoms and lube near the chaise and stumbles back to their blankets with an awkward sigh. His bad knee is twinging, but not quite hurting, and he needs to be careful with it, not slamming his body across the hardwood floors like a lunatic.

But it’s easy to forget his aches and pains when he’s watching Stede, thinking about Stede, thinking about Stede fucking him.

He slicks his fingers, teasing his entrance, probing, seeking out sensation. He wants so badly, he wants him so much that the idea of waiting feels like absolute torture. He eases a finger inside, shallow thrusts, just enough to ease the ache, to open himself up. His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, everything too much, but then he remembers what brought him here, brought on this too much in the first place and he blinks his eyes open to catch sight of Stede, watching him even as his fingers work into Izzy.

Ed can imagine what Stede’s fingers would feel like in his place, gentle but confident and sure. And his gaze right in this moment is so penetrating, cutting so deep to the core of Ed, that he almost sobs with it.

What's happening to him? How was he having a fun orgy time, enjoying watching Stede take his own pleasure, and now suddenly he’s a writhing mess of want and need and desire? 

Maybe it’s been building this whole time, steadily without him noticing. The eagerness with which Stede has approached every encounter this evening slowly softening him up til here he is now, fingers deep in his own ass, desperate for Stede’s touch.

“Edward?”

How had he not noticed Stede leaving Izzy to come to him? He stands over him now, cock hard against his belly, chest flushed. 

“Yes, love?” he manages to ask, still fucking himself with his fingers, never letting up the pace. He holds Stede’s gaze carefully.

“What are you doing?”

“F-fucking my fingers, Stede, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Stede crouches then, so they’re almost at eye level. His palm skates over Ed’s thigh, the lightest of touches. “And you didn’t think to wait for me?”

“C-couldn’t,” he manages to gasp out. “You fucking winked at me.”

A downright maniacal grin crosses Stede’s face then as he reaches for Ed’s wrist, holding him steady, keeping his fingers still. “I thought you might have liked that, but I didn’t realize you’d like it this much.”

Unable to move his fingers any longer, Ed’s breathing normalizes slightly. “ I need you to fuck me,” he finally manages to say.

And that must do something to Stede because he flushes red, but loses all capacity to speak. Instead he eases Ed’s fingers out of his hole gently, kissing his palm with just the lightest of touches, and then pulls him up so he’s half seated on the blankets. 

“What are you doing?”

And now Stede is a little nervous and flushed, and when Ed glances down, his cock looks achingly hard, flushed pink and leaking. He wants Stede inside him now.

Ed bridges the gap between them, pushing Stede down onto the blankets and straddling his waist. Their cocks brush, a flare of electricity up Ed’s spine and he gasps. 

“I was about to say,” Stede begins, “that I think you should ride me.” He bites his lip between his teeth but he’s smiling too, eyes crinkling. He flushes red again, and then rushes out in one breath, “You should fuck yourself on my cock.”

Ed laughs out a gasp, rocking against Stede more intentionally this time. “You’re four orgasms deep into an orgy and that’s what makes you blush?”

“Shut up.” But his nervousness evaporates quickly as Ed takes him in hand, reaching for the condom packet he’d kept nearby. He eases the sheath over Stede’s cock, then adds more lube. Stede’s fingers trace a path along his ass cheeks to his puckered hole, grazing where he is the most open and needy. “Want you so badly,” he manages to say. “Want you on my cock.”

And Ed does just that, lining Stede up to slowly sink on to him, inch by inch. He gasps at the pressure, just this side of too much, but it’s also exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed. He takes the time to adjust to Stede’s girth, holding himself steady with Stede’s guiding hands on his thighs. 

Just when he thinks he’s probably ready, Stede makes a path with his thumbs up over his hips, his waist, brushing over his nipples. Ed shudders and gasps and that moves Stede’s cock inside him and fuck, he’s overcome with it. He has to move, he has to. 

Ed rides Stede’s cock slowly at first, then faster. His palms flat against Stede’s chest for balance, his back fucking arching with the sensations and yeah maybe his knee aches a little and maybe he’s going to feel it in his abs tomorrow but the incessant, spine tingling pleasure of Stede’s cock filling him, dragging against his prostate, takes over everything else. 

“Fu-fu-shi- ungh-” He’s lost all coherent train of thought, only manages to keep his eyes open, though barely. Stede is watching him, biting his lip, keeping all his own sounds inside as his hips move in concert with Ed’s. But there’s something soft and sweet around his eyes. He seems to be filled with wonder as he looks up at Ed, as his palms cradle Ed’s shoulders, chest, biceps. 

“God, you feel so good,” he finally says softly, but how the fuck is he so composed when Ed feels like he’s ripping apart at the seams. Mr Fifth-Round-of-the-Evening seems downright relaxed and if he didn’t know any better, Ed might have thought he was on the verge of a heart attack. Sweaty and trembling and heart absolutely racing. 

“T-touch me,” Ed manages to stammer, even though at this point he thinks he could almost come without. Heat’s pooling in his balls, his cock is leaking precome readily and when Stede smiles warmly and wraps his fingers round it, Ed sees fucking stars. 

He can’t remember ever being this wanton, this depraved, this desperate for Stede and his goddamn cock, but he’s here now and he’s riding Stede as if his life depends on it, his gasps and moans only growing louder and more wild as Stede’s hand flies over his cock and maybe now Stede is looking a little bit more ruffled, his head tipped back in pleasure.

“God, Ed, you’re fucking amazing,” he says, and it only cracks a little bit damn him. But his throat is open and bare and Ed slides one hand up as he rocks his hips to cradle Stede’s jaw and chin. 

“What do you want?” he asks, barely managing the sentence before he lets out a loud whine. He presses his thumb into Stede’s mouth, and his lover sucks greedily. “Stede,” he gasps again. “What do you want?”

“I want you to come for me, around my cock,” he gasps, and fucking finally, there’s that composure slipping. “I’m so close, want you to fucking drag it from me.”

Oh fucking god. 

What that does to Ed is fucking diabolical. He moans heavily as he takes Stede deep, bearing down around his cock and maybe he’s clenching just a little, trying to milk Stede for all that he’s worth, drag him closer to the edge, but that does something to his prostate, hits it just a little different that he’s gasping out and Stede’s thumb is sliding over the ridge at the head of his cock and fuck-

Ed’s spilling all over Stede’s stomach, ass clenching around Stede’s cock and his whole body is trembling and maybe he really is falling apart, but Stede’s got a hold of him, holding him up, holding him together. He pumps his hips up twice to meet Ed, right through the clenching waves of Ed’s orgasm, and then Stede’s mouth is falling open and he’s coming too, back arching elegantly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ed collapses against Stede’s chest, his quickly softening cock pressed between them, smearing his come across both their bellies. Stede’s own cock slides out of him at the change of angle and he hisses with the loss.

“Fuck, Ed,” Stede says softly, leaning up just a little to kiss him properly on the mouth. “Are you alright?”

“Am I alright?” Ed laughs. “I’m fucking spectacular, mate.”

And Stede grins back, chest heaving.

From nearby, Jim starts clapping. “Congratulations, men,” they drawl. “If that’s how the pair of you fuck at home, no wonder you can’t get enough of each other.”

Stede blushes, but Ed only grabs his face and kisses him again.

He’s been losing track of time, hands and mouths on his clit, fingers in his cunt and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His shoulders are aching just a little, from where his arms are pulled back, but its the kind of ache that feels sweet. Stellan’s body is strong behind him, supporting him, and his cock presses into Izzy’s lower back. 

Oluwande had used his fingers against him with such careful care, one hand on his belly for support. And then here Lucius was with his mouth on Izzy’s cunt, fingers digging into his ass cheeks and working him over with careful licks and sucks. 

“Shit- fuck-“ Izzy gasps, tilting his head back against Stellan’s warm shoulder and how is he still here, still on edge and it just keeps going. He feels like he could come any moment, but something keeps holding him off, and that something is Stellan’s fingers digging into his thighs and hips. 

He gasps as Lucius presses his tongue into his cunt and nearly sobs. One more moment and he could be- he could be absolutely losing it. 

But Stellan, of course, isn’t gonna let him. He’s tapping Lucius on the shoulder, pushing him away but who’s even left. Who else is there to torture him like this?

“How do you feel, Israel?” Stellan whispers intimately into his ear. 

y He’s so high strung that he’s not sure he’s breathing properly, but Izzy manages to gasp, “Absolutely fucking flayed.”

“Yeah, sweet man?”

“Fucking yes.”

Stellan’s grip somehow pull him closer, pressing every inch of Izzy’s chest to his back. “You’ll be good for me though, won’t you?”

He can’t help the gasp that rips from his throat, the way his whole chest feels like it convulses with it. “ Yes.”

And then Stellan’s hands are on him, gentle but persistent, and Izzy groans, turning his head into his lover’s neck to kiss and bite. He tries to reach Stellan’s cock with his hands, but the angle is all kinds of wrong and even when he tries to grind down against him, Stellan only clicks his tongue in a lighthearted scold.

“Don’t you want me to let you come, Israel?”

He’s shaking, he feels like maybe he’s coming just from this, but no… It’s just the intensity, the enormous weight of it. But he could, if he’s good. He might just be allowed to. 

Izzy works hard to relax his body, lean into Stellan’s touch instead of writhing against it. The sweet press of his fingers against his clit, just enough motion, just enough pressure.

“Are you ready?” Stellan asks. With his free hand he reaches up and turns Izzy’s face towards him so he can catch his eye. He’s fucking drowning in those eyes. 

“Please,” he begs, “Please, please, yes.”

And then Stellan is kissing him, open and hot and wet and his fingers are working him over hard and fast and Izzy’s finally fucking coming, an orgasm that feels hours in the making. He’s shaking apart, his whole body succumbing to the sensations and it just keeps going on, forever and ever as Stellan’s fingers keep dancing over his clit, soaked now in wetness that fucking gushed from Izzy’s body as he came. It’s much more than Izzy would ever tolerate with his own touch, everything feels so raw and sensitive but still he keeps going, keeps pushing Izzy further and further and his orgasm isn’t fucking stopping and he’s probably crying now, he feels like he’s absolutely sobbing but Stellan still just keeps kissing him, licking into his mouth.

“Stellan,” he gasps against his lips, but he’s still not stopping. How is he not stopping? And how is Izzy’s body still responding? He’s a quivering mess, his thigh is shaking, he doesn’t have a good grip on his senses, but Stellan is still holding him, still supporting him and as he finally slowly comes back to himself and his body, those warm arms wrap tight around his chest, holding him together.

“You’re okay,” he whispers into Izzy’s ear, and it sends curls of pleasure down his spine like little aftershocks. “You’re alright, my sweet.”

He reaches between them to untie Izzy’s hands and the tension in his shoulders eases. He drags Stellan’s arms back around him, holds them tight against his chest and sighs. “ Fuck.”

“Yeah. Good?”

Izzy’s not sure if he quite knows the meaning of the word anymore, but he feels sleepy and satisfied and like he’s never felt before. He’s never come like that in his life.

“Yeah, good,” he finally manages to say.

The group settles then, another round of snacks passed around and gentle kisses and touches being shared. Everyone feels a little worn out, a little rough around the edges, none more so than Izzy who takes his packet of chips and a blanket and makes a little nest against the back wall of the stage. 

Lucius is all around impressed with everyone’s stamina and commitment to the bit. He’d been a bit nervous, as the orgy really started growing in size, that his weirdo group of friends might be, you know, weird about the group sex thing, despite the plethora of cheesy jokes they made about it.

But no, somehow everyone had committed to the night wholeheartedly, opening themselves up ( ha!) to the group and surrendering to pleasure.

Pete leans against him, chewing on a milky way. “You know, it was pretty hot the way you ate out Izzy,” he says softly, just for them.

“Hm, you liked that did you?”

He can’t stop the grin that takes over his face at Pete’s expression. “Could try that on you some time, babe.”

Pete flushes a little, but he’s enthusiastic still, taking another bite of his chocolate bar. “Alright,” he eventually replies. “It’s a date.”

Just when Lucius thinks the night really is winding down and he’s considering convincing someone to take out the trash cans before building himself a nice comfy pile of blankets, a crash comes from side stage.

“What the fuck!”

“Lucius?” It’s Roach’s voice, a little confused and then he’s stumbling out into the stage lights, Buttons in tow, the last two members of their troupe. “What the fuck are you all doing here and why are you all naked?”

“Um-” Stede begins from where he’s nestled against Ed’s chest. “We’re in the middle of an orgy?”

“And we weren’t invited?” Roach seems downright horrified. “I’ve mentioned so many times that I would eagerly fuck each and every one of you!”

Buttons, too, seems incredibly put out. “And you know my recurring sexual fantasy is to eat Swede’s ass!”

Lucius gasps, pressing his hand to his chest. “I did not know that, or if I did, I must have immediately scrubbed it from my memory.” 

“Fucking rude!”

Stellan grabs Izzy’s hand, squeezing tight, a flash of arousal sparking through him.

“What the fuck?” Izzy whispers. “Did you- you want that?”

“Course I fucking want that, Jesus Christ. I mean, anyone could touch me, and I would want it right now. I’ve been so fucking turned on since we walked in here, and he seems so eager.”

Izzy frowns. “You didn’t come earlier? I assumed you must have, but I guess I was kind of all caught up with being absolutely fucking obliterated I didn’t think to check.” He aims a scowl in Stellan’s direction. “I could have done something about that, you know.”

He looks down at Izzy, bag of snacks in his lap. “I know. But it was fun teasing you, and it didn’t feel right to use you while you were still caught up in it.”

“You were being polite?” Izzy drawls. 

“I was being safe. By the time I thought of it, you were too far gone, you would have done anything I asked, and we hadn’t greenlit that.” But he kneels now, the blanket falling away to reveal his hard cock. “Nate,” he offers. “Come and fucking get it, friend.”

Izzy watches, still eating his snack as Buttons strips himself free of his shirt and drops to his knees in front of them. Stellan positions himself, face towards Izzy with an eyebrow cocked, bare ass presented for Nate. 

And that little raised eyebrow does something to Izzy. That little knowing smirk. 

“Shut up,” Izzy says with a scowl, despite Stellan not having spoken a word.

Without preamble, Nathaniel goes to fucking town on Stellan, the man gasping and reaching his palm out for Izzy. Lazily, Izzy offers up his hand and lets Stellan squeeze it as he rocks into Nate’s face. 

Shit, Izzy thinks. How is that so fucking hot. Izzy had always prided himself on not really giving a shit about his sexual partners, he was above this kind of thing. But Stellan always managed to see through to the heart of him. Always managed to open himself up so Izzy could see him in his entirety in turn. 

And that openness felt only tenfold as his face crinkled in pleasure, his grip on Izzy’s fingers tightening. “ Fuck,” Stellan hisses and Izzy drops his snack, shuffling forward on his ass so their faces are closer together. He slides one hand up Stellan’s jaw, thumb against his cheek and loses his fucking mind as Stellan rocks on his hands and knees, fucking back against Nathaniel’s mouth. 

“I thought you were so put together,” Izzy growls. “But you were just hiding your neediness. For me. Fuck.”

Stellan moans, mouth falling open, lips hot and wet and Izzy can’t help slipping his thumb inside, against his teeth. He finds his thumb being bitten, sucked at, and why the fuck is that doing so much for him? Those sweet eyes go wide for a moment as something must change in the pleasure he’s feeling, and Izzy moves his thumb to his cheek again instead. 

“Shit shit shit,” Stellan hisses. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Fucking hell. Do you want-?” Izzy asks sliding his hand down Stellan’s chest. “I can-?”

“Yes, fuck shit yes.” 

The angle is all kinds of awkward. To reach him, Izzy practically has to lean his whole chest into him, but he gets his fingers round Stellan’s cock, jerking him off slowly. He kisses up his neck, his jaw, whispering into his ear. 

“Fuck off, you’re stunning.”

“I’m not gonna last, Israel,” Stellan gasps and Nathaniel lets out a wild moan from behind him.

Izzy works his hand faster, feels Stellan’s hips stutter as he’s trapped between the pleasure of Izzy’s grip and Nathaniel’s wet mouth. His gasps in Izzy’s ear, his body radiating heat. 

“Kiss me,” he says, and Izzy can’t resist that kind of command. Can’t resist finding a way to slot their mouths together, open and sweet and carnal. 

And with a whine, Stellan comes over Izzy’s fist, over the floorboards. Izzy swallows down a gasp and kisses him again, chasing his sighs. Behind Stellan, Nathaniel leans back, grinning. 

“Well,” he says. “That was better than I’d imagined.”

Stellan laughs, burying his face in Izzy’s shoulder. “Fuck off, Buttons.”

Roach, true to his word, makes his way around the room, determined to get a moment with each and every member of the troupe. Somehow, boneless and relaxed they all are, the crew offers him up a hand (Swede, Pete, Fang, John) or a mouth (Buttons, Lucius, Frenchie) and he takes them eagerly. Even Izzy volunteers a handful of pumps of his wrist, much to everyone’s surprise. 

Oluwande accepts Roach’s offer of his own mouth and doesn’t take long to reach his peak, warm wet mouth and tight fist around his cock. He’s spilling into the condom with a silent cry and Roach grins with satisfaction around him. 

“Who else wants to come again tonight?” he asks, and Jim raises their hand with a sigh. 

“When in Rome,” they drawl, and drag Roach over to fuck them with his fingers, rough and messy. His thumb circles their clit with precision, and the smile still doesn’t fall off his face as he lets them ride out their orgasm against his palm. 

Ed is next, and he has no idea why - it seems like a good idea in the moment - but he offers up his ass for their friend. He’s still stretched open and he’s not even hard, but it feels simple and like it would be nice to have one last fuck before he falls asleep. 

Roach eases his cock into Ed’s ass and it’s altogether too easy and maybe he wasn’t actually ready for this because his whole body is singing and over sensitive and it feels like a little too much. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching for Stede’s hand to steady himself, but not pulling away. 

And then Roach is pumping his hips once, twice, each thrust brushing his cock directly against Ed’s prostate and then Ed is fucking breaking apart, shuddering through one of the wildest fucking orgasms he’s ever had. He has nothing in him to spend, his dicks not even hard, but he’s fucking shake with it and Stede is holding his shoulders and kissing his sweaty forehead and telling him it’s alright. 

“Shit shit shit,” he says, tapping Roach’s side. “You’re gonna have to stop, that’s fucking- it’s too much.”

Roach pulls out with a gasp, his cock still obviously rock hard but he seems incredibly pleased with himself. “Are you alright, Ed?” he asks. 

“I’m- fine but, please let Stede finish you off for me, he’s got much better stamina, I’m fucking dying .”

Ed manages a shaky smile, Stede brushing the curl back off his face. “You’re alright, love.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. He leans back into the blankets, overwhelmed and watches as Roach switches out for a new condom and lines Stede up, directly in front of him.

How are they here? How is he here again, watching his boyfriend get absolutely fucking pounded as Ed’s overtouched and maybe a little weepy. And Stede’s so clearly in his element, making the most of what will surely be his last orgasm of the night. His crazy boyfriend, so full of stamina, eager and loving and happy to come all night with whoever will let him. 

Roach fucks into Stede from behind, hand on the small of his back, the other round his cock and Stede threads his fingers through Ed’s. They’re not quite so close as they were when Jim was the one doing this, but Ed doesn’t think he could cope right now with the incessant rock of Stede against his cock. That would definitely have him crying, and he’s a little wrung out right about now. 

Stede though - fucking Stede - gasps and moans and whines as Roach fucks him. He slaps his free hand against the floorboards for emphasis, “ Fuck, fuck!”

And Roach too is moaning and sighing and taking his pleasure.

“I’m the last one,” Stede says between heaving breaths. “I’m going to make you come tonight, Roach.”

All demand, a little bratty considering the position he’s in, but it does something for their friend, whose rhythm changes, rougher and faster and much less controlled. Ed can imagine how Stede would feel around his cock, hot and tight, the way he can flutter his muscles and bear down and making things absolutely unbearably good. 

Roach must be doing a good job as well, because Stede’s making that face he makes only when his prostate is hit just right, the way it sends shivers and jolts through his whole body. His grip on Ed’s hand is a vice, and Roach’s own fist is flying over his cock, and it feels like forever, but it's probably only a few minutes before Stede is fucking back against Roach with a loud cry, coming over his fist and the floor and Jesus Christ, Ed thinks, how does this man hold so much fucking come in him. 

Roach lasts only a few more moments as Stede’s body shakes beneath him before he’s coming too with a long low groan, collapsing over Stede’s back. 

“Ha,” Stede smiles. “Was that good?”

“Was that good?” Roach echoes incredulously. “If you’ve been performing like that all night I don’t know how anyone else survived it.”

Smugly, Stede lets Roach slip free and reaches for a wet wipe to clean up their mess, one hand never leaving Ed’s. And that hand is a fucking anchor, a lifeline, keeping Ed here and in the now. And then Stede drags the blankets over, snuggling into Ed’s side as he gets comfortable. His love, his life. Finally, maybe, orgasmed out.

The rest of the troupe are settling into their respective blankets and pillows as well, partnering off or staking out a corner of the stage for themselves. Ed feels a little blissed out, a lot happy, and he presses a warm kiss to the side of Stede’s mouth, just to show him how thankful he is.

From the other side of the chaise, Fang calls out, “Hey boss, when are we gonna have post-closing orgy’s at Blackbeards? Ivan will be so pissed he missed out.”

Ed can’t help his snort of laughter, and it seems to echo around the room. Even Izzy can’t keep the smirk off his face.

“I’m going to have to increase my dental dam budget, aren’t I?” Lucius sighs, desperate to have the last word of his very successful orgy, as he wraps one of each of Fang and Pete’s arms around his middle, cocooning himself between them. “This comes out of my own pocket you know!” 

And together, the whole lot of them, they slowly drift off to sleep. Just as he’s about to doze off, Ed hears Stede whisper into his ear, “We’ll never talk about this again, right?”

Ed only grins. “Until next time.”