Edward wouldn't have wanted this to stop if they'd ended up this way back on The Revenge. He certainly doesn't want it to stop here, on a soft cushioned sofa in a very private flat, with his skin coated in sex lotion. Especially not with Stede's hips bucking into his own.

The hand on his ass makes him growl, hips grinding into Stede's, his fingertips raking down the other pirate's sides.

"Fuck--" Edward hisses against Stede's lips, stubble dragging over his jaw, "I want you." He mutters hungrily. He's never wanted anything so badly in his life. He is a man starved, and Stede Bonnet is the only thing that can help him.