Stede surges forward, rocking against Ed and making a series of faintly desperate sounds into his mouth as they devour one another. Might be this answering passion from Ed is an answer of sorts to that statement. He can only hope so. It definitely feels like it, the way Ed kisses him and presses him close, his body hot as a furnace between Stede's thighs.

Speaking of thighs, he slips a hand between them, fumbling for a moment before managing to wrap his hand around Ed's cock. Takes another second to get to his real goal, his hips rolling forward until it's his and Ed's lengths together in his grip. It's harder to keep a hold of than he thought--but then he rolls his hips and the perfection of that friction has him gasping, and he figures it hardly matters now.