Stede shifts without breaking the kiss, removing one hand and then the other from Ed's bare skin to allow for the shirt to get removed completely. He's feeling some of the same effects via the lotion still on Ed's skin, but not nearly to the same extent. There's plenty else fueling the fire of his own arousal though, the fragility of this all being one of them. It's been so long, he'd missed Ed so much... and if they stop this now, it feels like it might never happen again.

And perhaps it shouldn't, but that's a question for later. For now, the moment is like lightning trapped in a bottle: fleeting and a little bit dangerous.

"Mind the fabric," he chides, breaking the kiss to do so. He's too breathless and wrecked for it to come out with too much bite though. And the way he tugs Ed against him and rolls his hips really goes to show that he isn't all that concerned.