Stede's hands pull a shuddering gasp from Edward's lips, the feeling of his hands on his arms an almost electric pulse right through his body. He'd felt his heart skip a beat when he touched Stede's cheek himself, but this is much more grounding, and the aphrodisiacs in his system are telling him that he needs this, more of this, flesh on flesh, Stede's body against his. He's weak for it, hands finding Stede's waist and comfortably resting there as he's held firmly.

"To ruin," he scoffs, his head feeling heavy against Stede's hand now, cheeks feeling like they're on fire, burning up. There's that ego again, but something deep in his gut really isn't fond of that being said about him. "Fucking prick-- one of us is still alive." he mutters, distractedly.

Stede is so close. Edward can almost feel his breath. Every hair on his body feels like it's standing on end, something invisible between them that seems to haul him forward.

"And if my terms include you?" he asks, heart racing.