Edward’s flesh feels aflame. The heat from Stede's body seems to flood into and through him in a way that makes him crave more, need more like he can't survive without it.

"Don't agree with me." he huffs, a weak protest compared to all the rest. He's much less focused on that now. Right now he can feel his own pulse in his prick.

The fingers at Stede's waist clench down, gripping the fabric and any muscle beneath it. "Stay."