Stede groans into Ed’s mouth, feeling it the moment the other man comes: The way the rhythm of Ed’s hips shifts. The spend in his palm. The kiss, hot as sin. He doesn’t stand a chance after that, not really. The simple fact that he’d made Ed come is probably the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He’s hitting his peak just seconds later, body shuddering, the kiss and the rolling of his hips not stopping as the pleasure washes over him. They both just slow down, shifting from desperate to gentle.

Finally, eventually, he's sitting still in Ed's lap and has to lean away to catch his breath, still too lost in a post-orgasmic haze to remember just yet that they’d been fighting. He looks at Ed with a gentle, fond warmth. Just like he had before, something he can’t say out loud there in his eyes.