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Ed had decided he would be in the best mood when he got home. The day had been filled with so many missteps and mistakes and annoyances that he was trying out the whole positive attitude Stede was so good at. Like maybe if he put out some positive energy, it would come back to him.
Yeah no, I'm not buying it. But he didn't want to go home with a cloud hanging over his head. He hoped Stede was home already as his homelife wasn't anything without them in it. Stede had even been playing up their housewife roleplay, and had found a lovely fifties-style dress to twirl around in as they pretended to dote over their husband. It wasn't top of their various roleplays and games, but it was fun anyway.
Instead of a blond bombshell waiting to greet him, Ed was welcomed home by the sound of wailing on the stairs, and saw Topsy looking about as sad as any cat could when she already had a scrunched up face and permanent scowl.
“Aw, what's wrong?” he said gently, giving her some scritches on top of her fluffy head. “Have we been starving you again? Yeah? Positively famished, I bet?”
Topsy followed him to the kitchen and wailed some more over at the automatic food dispenser, where her bowl was full of dry food except for a small hole in the middle.
Ed sighed and simply shook the bowl a little so the food filled the crevice. Topsy ate happily as if he had just refilled it and he laughed.
“You're so stupid it's adorable,” he cooed and proceeded to shake out Spinny’s bowl too, in case he also thought they were starving him.
Cats placated for at least five minutes, he headed upstairs and saw the door to the stupidly extravagant bathroom was closed.
“Babe?” he asked, knocking softly.
“I'll be out in a bit, I'm just rearranging the guest toiletries!”
Ed rolled his eyes with a smile. The crew would be over tomorrow and so that meant Stede had to ensure at least five different soaps were available to use. They were still, after a year, getting used to having friends that visited, so they always pulled out all the stops, something the crew found both bemusing and hilarious seeing as Stede regularly forgot even basic information about their lives.
Ed climbed the stairs again to the master bedroom and, whilst throwing off his t-shirt and jeans to change into something soft and comfy, he saw a sketchbook on the bed. It was open at a certain page, held in place by a small tin of colouring pencils, and he saw a drawing roughly sketched and coloured in in places.
He saw a basic outline of a body wearing what looked like fancy lingerie. It had a motif of blue and purple flowers, and bright pink and yellow butterflies, or maybe moths, used to cover up the chest and groin. It wasn't the most sophisticated of drawings, but Ed knew immediately what they were trying to create.
“Oh! You weren't meant to see that,” Stede said hastily, appearing as if out of nowhere behind Ed and all but elbowing him out of the way in their attempt to close the sketchbook.
“Aw, wait, it's good though!” Ed told them. “Were those butterflies?”
Stede sighed and held the sketchbook to their chest tightly, as if the pages might all fall out and Ed would see it again. “Moths. Candy melon silk moths, specifically. They're… well. I like them.”
“And would you want them to be embroidered or more realistic?”
Stede shifted their weight from foot to foot. “Embroidered. But, it's not important. It was just a silly idea I had for an outfit.”
“It's not silly,” Ed said gently. “It looks like a cool design. Hell, we could even get it made if you wanted.”
“Oh… no. It's okay,” they said, looking even more embarrassed.
“Why not? It's good. I can help you with speaking to my contact, she can send over samples… We can make this for real.”
Stede looked even more uncomfortable and they sighed. “You don't have to humour me.”
“What? No, not a chance, no self-deprecating today. I mean it,” and he stood up to boop his partner on the nose. “Now, let's get all comfy and snuggly and I can help you sketch out the sort of details the designer will need. I assume you have a lot of opinions on fabrics?” he nudged Stede with a grin.
Stede smiled, looking relieved that Ed was taking them seriously and indulging their idea.
“Of course, far too many, probably.”
“Perfect. She is incredibly detail-oriented so the more fussy, the better.”
Ed slipped under the covers and watched Stede change into a strappy little nightie before they climbed in next to him. They got nice and cosy, Ed stroking their shoulder and arm, teasing them gently, whilst Stede told him all about dryocampa rubicunda. He began to sketch out Stede's ideas and took down every little aspect of their dream lingerie, completely captivated by their enthusiasm.
One month later, Ed was sent an urgent text to get to the playroom now. Not entirely sure what the problem was, but seeing as Stede had included a bunch of love-based emojis, he was more than happy to drop everything.
Expecting Stede to already be gussied up, as they were one to do when they had time to pick out an outfit, instead Ed found Stede sitting on the Chesterfield, staring at a large, shallow, open cardboard box. Whatever was inside was covered in tissue paper in pinks and yellows.
“It's here,” they said softly. “I'm too nervous to open it.”
“Since when has Stede “all guns blazing” been nervous?”
“When I designed the damn gun,” Stede laughed. They pawed at the paper, looking anxious but also excited. It was cute to see them actually take pause when it came to fun lingerie.
Ed knew they just needed a little nudge, so he lightly shoved Stede, declaring, “Well if you won't open it…”
“No, no, stop, you bastard!” Stede laughed, and immediately tore at the paper. They let out a soft, delighted, “Oh” before they lifted it out. “It’s stunning.”
“It's perfect,” Ed told them, snaking an arm around their waist and hugging them. Stede still seemed in shock but their smile was growing wider, and they finally began to touch every different part of the outfit, rubbing the fabric between their fingers and admiring the delicate embroidery and pearls.
“Fuck, I'm a really good designer,” Stede said with a laughing sob.
“Fuck yeah you are. Although, I may have tweaked some things…”
He laughed even before he saw Stede's face, because he knew it would be a picture of incredulity.
“Ed! Don't tell me my design was shit,” they said with a small whine. Ed cuddled them close, making sure they could feel him shaking his head.
“Nah babe, I just added a few fun extras. Why don't you put on a show for me and I'll explain?”
Stede practically galloped over to the closet before Ed had even finished, leaving him to simply laugh at his partner's enthusiasm.
Stede had decided to make it a striptease, wearing a robe and a skimpy dress on top of their creation. Ed immediately turned on some music and dimmed the lights, creating a spotlight for his star with the emergency torch and the light on his phone.
The Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks
They were wearing pink kitten heels as they took the proverbial stage, striking a pose with their back to him. Then they began a slow, not very coordinated but still damn arousing dance, moving their hips and bending over to keep Ed's full attention.
“Fuck yeah babe! Give me my money's worth!” Ed yelled as Stede slowly pulled down one shoulder of the robe, then the sleeve, and then swooped around to pull the robe off completely in one go. They pulled a coquettish little smile as they played with the hem of the dress, teasingly lifting it before going back to dancing. It was a strapless little pink number, with a sweetheart neckline and a short circle skirt puffed out with layers of pink tulle. It was stupidly cute but was also driving Ed mad because it barely covered them, so whenever they bent over or bounced on their heels they gave him a sneak-peak at the final reveal.
“Babe, you're going to have to get on with it soon or I'm ripping it off you,” he joked, watching as Stede wiggled their bum whilst they bent over, pretending to pick up something important they had dropped on the floor.
Pouting, they turned and made a point to flatten out the skirt so it covered more of them. “Honestly, you could do with a bit of patience, Ed.”
He snorted. “Take it off or I’m not showing you the fun embellishments.”
“Fine,” they huffed and wiggled out of the dress as they continued to dance, trying to remain stone-faced but soon grinning as Ed’s mouth dropped open.
The body cage hugged their body with black strappings, imitating the ways Ed might tie them up for one of their sessions. Cascading down the front and clustering at the chest and crotch were purple and blue flowers, green leaves and the candy melon silk moths Stede adored. Draped across the chest, thighs and bum were delicate pearls, and paired with green stockings, Stede looked good enough to devour.
They were running their fingers down the fabric, caressing each part and admiring the fine workmanship. Ed approached them with a raised eyebrow, and Stede nodded before melting into a long, searching kiss. His hands went to Stede’s lower back and then his arse which was bare aside from the pearls at the top of their thighs that curved up and round to the front, the straps from the shoulders which joined into a thong, and three straps across the lower back to keep the front embellishments in place.
“Hmmm,” Stede sighed, taking a step back and holding out their arms. “So, fun extras?”
“Now who’s impatient,” Ed teased, booping them on the tip of their nose. He plucked away the two moths covering Stede’s nipples and was given a look of concern, before Ed hurtled them back into a searing kiss. Stede let out a whimper as Ed began to pinch and twist their nipples, making sure they were ready for the surprise. He gave Stede a few seconds to come back down to earth before he showed them how they had been attached. On the back of each was a small crocodile clip; the teeth of which would be just on the edge of unbearable when attached to Stede's nipples.
“Not sure how we could make these fun,” Ed shrugged, as if he couldn’t see Stede nearly salivating. “What do you think?”
“Ed, you sneaky bugger, that's genius!”
Ed kissed them fondly before he opened up the clips. “Deep breath for me, love.”
Stede inhaled and stuck out their chest some more in anticipation, before moaning like they were already coming from the tiny clips biting into the nubs. They opened their eyes and, careful not to jostle the clamps too much, walked over to the mirror to see themself enjoying the outfit in more ways than one.
“Gorgeous,” Ed said.
“There’s not another surprise? Do one of these vibrate?” Stede joked, nodding at the other embroidered moths covering their stomach.
“Patience,” he teased, flicking one of the moths on Stede’s chest to make them groan. “I’m going to string you up first, like my own perfect specimen.”
He took them over to the pulley system and told them to stand directly under the large hook. Wrists tied together with pink restraints, Ed attached them to the hook and made Stede lift their arms into the air until their body was pulled taught. He then pinned their feet firmly to the ground with ankle restraints attached to hooks embedded into the floor.
This was his favourite way of treating his sub; them on full display, unable to stop anything he wanted to do to them (usual rules notwithstanding). He would bask in watching them writhe and squirm from his touches, each one intending to unravel them, stitch by excruciating stitch.
Stede was breathing heavily, mouth slightly open as they watched Ed's eyes roaming their prone body. Ed was always up for building anticipation, so he circled around his pet like a predator ready to pounce. Every so often he touched their skin; brushing his fingers along their back, kissing their neck, pressing his body up against their chest and half-hard erection.
Still behind them, Ed reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the cock ring. Keeping Stede occupied was easy when they were being toyed with, and he simply tipped their head back with one hand as he kissed the back of their neck, and it took seconds for him to add the newest element.
Stede went to look down but Ed held firm and kept them distracted with a bite to the shoulder. They cried out in shock and closed their eyes to the waves of pleasure.
“Ed… sir, please,” they whimpered, trying to be patient but never able to. Ed grinned and walked around to their front. As if reaching for a kiss, he took Stede's bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled as his hand crept down their shuddering body.
“Green, my love?” he asked, relinquishing their lip and Stede nodded, gasping.
“GreEN!” they yelped as Ed took their cock in his hand and stroked it expertly; bringing it to full mast within seconds. Stede was finally allowed to look down but all they saw was another embroidered moth inexplicably on their penis, as if resting there. The moth was in fact part of the cockring pressing against Stede's cock and balls, and soon they would know what it did.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard, Stede,” Ed said calmly, methodically. He squeezed Stede's cock with every stroke, making the pain and pleasure meld until they were close to tears and thrusting into Ed's hand in desperation.
“Please, please, please, GOD, please…” they begged. Ed turned their head with one finger on their chin and kissed them again to both silence their pleas and to put them in a false sense of security. Stede now fully enraptured by the different sensations, he reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the remote.
The moth buzzed like an angry hornet and the chains rattled noisily as Stede screamed in delight.
“Fuck… oh fuck…” they babbled, whilst Ed got himself positioned behind them, trousers unzipped, cock in hand.
He thrust two lube-slick fingers into Stede's hole, knowing they would be prepped but making sure all the same. Easing in up to the knuckles, he nipped at Stede's neck as they gasped.
“Tell me if you're ready,” he said, pulling out. He figured Stede was by the whine they made, but he still waited for them to nod and say, “Green” through gritted teeth.
He penetrated with a groan, holding Stede around the waist so he was pressed up against them, feeling their body trembling from the cockring vibrating wildly. There was barely enough time for Ed to thrust half a dozen times before Stede was coming with a muted scream, ropey streaks landing on the floor by their feet. They hung from the chains, completely spent as Ed carried on fucking them, fully turned on by how he had made them come so quickly and thoroughly. It was enough to spur Ed on until he was unable to fully catch his breath and thrusting hard enough to bruise.
What sent him over the edge, however, was when Stede managed to lift their head and give Ed a weak smile over their shoulder. They looked so earnestly happy, their eyes half-lidded and a sheen of sweat across their face, that when they sighed in content, Ed cried out and pressed his face into Stede's shoulder to scream.
Shaking, he felt his warm spend dripping out of Stede's hole as he pulled out, unable to properly acknowledge how hot it looked when he felt like his brain had been through a mangle. He slumped into a chair nearby and gave himself time to remember his own damn name before he turned off the vibrator via the remote. Stede whined, as if they could possibly need any further stimulation, and Ed hushed them with a slow, messy kiss.
“Hmm, what other weird bugs do you want to wear?” he asked as he lowered the hook, unfastened the restraints and helped Stede to the bed on shaking legs.
“Oh, so many!” they laughed, cuddling up with him and shivering in delight as Ed carefully cleaned them up. “Just imagine a corset in the style of a kahukura! Or a pūriri moth!”
They carried on explaining the beauty of their wings and how it would incorporate into Stede's next design whilst Ed held them gently, eventually drifting off in complete contentment.