Stede's voice panting his name like that goes straight to Ed's dick, which twitches and throbs in their joint grasp. Overwhelming enough to not even realize he's whimpering Stede's name too as his hips keep grinding forward, frenzied in their need.

He can feel himself on the precipice as well, and while normally Edward might be a touch embarrassed to come so soon, the aphrodisiacs in his system are working overtime and telling him to chase his pleasure to its brink. His hand squeezes at them a hair tighter, hips fucking into their palms and up against Stede's dick, the pleasure building and building and building, still. His head tips up so that he can kiss Stede again, press his tongue past his lips, and moan into his mouth as that building pleasure finally snaps and sends Edward's hips stuttering forward through his orgasm.