"Seems to be working." he mutters low, between heated nips of teeth against Stede's jawline. He's managed to undress Stede, at least, something he's been desperate to do for some time now.

With Stede's hands prying at his own swimsuit, Edward does everything in his power to make it's removal easy, sneaking glances down at Stede's body as he moves, wanting to revel in it, but too rushed to do this properly. It isn't until that dreadful little bikini bottom is falling down his legs that he pushes Stede backwards into the sofa, giving him them both the brief opportunity to see once another entirely before Edward is climbing on top of him, again.