Stede lets out a soft exhalation, a quiet oh as Ed presses into his touch. It all feels a bit surreal, the feeling compounding more with every second Stede is touching his bare skin.

“Good. You shouldn’t.” He nods, his own pulse racing. He’d been doing something just before this. Something important that involved him being far away from Edward and not wanting to shove him back onto the couch, straddle his waist, and…

“Tell me to go.” Ah, yes. That was it. He doesn’t sound half as sure of it now as he had before though. This is more pleading than convincing. “This is your last chance.”