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Izzy groans, arching into the hot mouth that envelopes him under the blankets. It’s a quarter to ten, no classes today, but Izzy still has a somewhat full day ahead of him. Sleep evaded him the night before, so a late start to his morning is more than earned.
Stede tuts when he walks back into the bedroom, a steaming mug of tea in each hand. Izzy’s is Earl Grey, a favorite for mornings like these, in a deep emerald cup that has a glassy glaze to the ceramic. He sets it down on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss his partner on the mouth. Stede cards a hand through his hair, the mess that it is, and grins at the droop of heavy eyelids.
“You have him working overtime, darling, you think he’d be tuckered out by now.” Stede sips his own tea as he walks into their closet. The bright yellow of his robe swishes with each step he takes.
Izzy laughs, and then moans again at his cock being licked so greedily. “You say that as if he didn’t do this to himself.” One of Izzy’s hands is underneath the covers and clutching the head of hair between his legs. The other arm bends at the elbow, tucked behind his head as he relaxes with the sensation of being revered and the suck of the other’s mouth. “Couldn’t even let me sleep in a full hour before he woke me up.”
There’s a happy hum under the blankets, and Izzy feels warmed by it. There’s a gag, a slurp of spit, and then Izzy’s groaning with the renewed vigor that’s present.
“That interview is in thirty minutes,” Stede tuts. He emerges from the closet with clothes picked out for his husband, places them at the foot of the bed.
Underneath the blankets, a body moves around and ends up kicking the freshly laid clothes onto the floor. Stede rolls his eyes, puts the hung clothes on the back of an armchair, and stands at Izzy’s bedside with a scowl.
Scarlet blankets are pulled back to reveal Edward Teach with his professor’s cock down his throat. Ed pops off with a smile, jerking Izzy lazily as he addresses the other.
“Hi there, Professor,” Ed snarks. “You’re interrupting my study session.”
Stede barks a laugh, gets a hand on the opposite side of where Izzy has his in Ed’s hair, and guides him back down onto Izzy’s cock.
“And you are distracting him from a very important morning, so hurry up.” They converse over the sounds of Ed hungrily taking all of Izzy in his throat as he can. “Something have you a bit worked up, dearest? Need to take the edge off?”
“Well…” Izzy sighs again into the bedsheets, letting the pleasure roll through him. “I think Ed’s had my dick in his mouth so many times, he’s starting to read my thoughts.”
Ed hums in agreement.
“I don’t think that’s how cocksucking works,” Stede reminds him, casually sipping his tea without another thought to the TA in their bed.
“You’d know,” Izzy snarks, and Stede swats at him affectionately. There’s a thick clunk as Stede sets his bright teal cup beside his husband’s. He nudges one of Izzy’s legs to fall off the bed as he resituates them; both he and Edward partaking in the pleasure of making Izzy writhe in the bed in the mornings.
Stede straddles one of Ed’s outstretched legs, bringing both hands into his hair and bobbing his head up and down his partner’s cock. Ed gags, but makes it known how much he likes the feeling. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes and spit pools out from his lips. Ed’s filled by Izzy, and there’s a delicious flush down the other’s chest (under the coarse hair that Stede loves nuzzling), and Stede moans at the younger man’s attempts to grind back into the feeling of Stede’s cock behind him.
Bringing their slutty TA into the bedroom certainly was a bold move, but not one they regret in the least.
“I think you’re going to make him come,” Stede whispers into Ed’s ear. Ed groans, as does Izzy. Arousal from Ed vibrates into Izzy and ends up pressing back into Stede with the needy way the younger man between them grinds into the blond. There’s no letting up with how Stede manhandles their former student; Izzy cries in ecstasy at the feeling, yes, but the sight of them between his legs has him in heaven. “You have three minutes, Edward, and if you don’t get him to come by then, I’m taking over.”
Ed whines as best he can in disapproval, but doesn’t let it deter his efforts.
Stede leans back to admire the work they did on his body the night before; he sees the bites and scratches. He notes the small leftover marks on Ed’s wrists from where he was bound (begged to be so, asking desperately to be tied into knots and used for their pleasure).
Hungry eyes rove down over Ed’s back. Strands of hair not in Stede’s grasp spill down Ed’s shoulders and skin. His waist is slim, his ass pert and plump and—
His hole is still loose from the night before.
“Two minutes left, Edward,” Stede says it mindlessly. It’s a mumble, and when he looks up to see Izzy already staring at him, Stede winks at his husband. Without saying a word, Izzy hands Stede their bottle of lubricant.
Maybe enough cocksucking has melded their minds together. Maybe they’ve just been married that long.
Brown eyes perk up at the sight of Izzy tossing their small bottle of lube over his naked body, and Stede catches it easily. There’s hardly a beat between the movements before Ed catches on to what's happening.
He lurches off of Izzy’s cock with a cry as Stede breaches two fingers into his wetting hole. They’re slick and thick, and Ed clenches around the digits as Stede moans behind him. He’s repositioned himself to cover Edward with his own body, kissing the other’s shoulder as he teases the abused walls of him.
“Stay still, dear, and keep working,” Stede says directly into his ear. Edward nods with his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. Pleasure fills him with three fingers, and he’s still jerking Izzy with one hand messily. Stede brings his other hand in front of Edward’s face, the small bottle dangling between two fingers. “Lean back just a tad and let me pour some of this down Daddy’s shaft, okay? Want you to play with him a bit.”
Izzy groans, jerking his hips into the tight fist Ed has him in and letting a long moan draw out of him as Stede pours the cooled lube down his shaft.
“You look fucking gorgeous.” Stede kisses Ed’s jawline from behind. “So pretty watching it drip down your cock, dearest.” Ed groans, knowing Stede is ignoring him intentionally to address Izzy. Clear trails mark their way down Izzy’s undershaft and over his balls, down between his cheeks where Stede intended it to go. “Love it when I play with your ass, don’t you?”
Izzy nods, biting his lip red and trying so very hard to keep his eyes open.
“Answer me, lovely.” Stede nips at Ed’s ear as he pumps his own fingers in and out of Ed. There’s no intent to make him come just yet; Stede likes to play with his food.
“Yes,” Izzy gasps. And Ed takes the hint, plays with his professor’s rim briefly before plunging to the second knuckle. “Fuck, Stede— gonna make me fucking come—”
“Oh good!” Stede hooks his fingers and Ed curls his body into the touch. Stede has expertly found where Ed is most sensitive, and plans on abusing that knowledge over and over. “I like watching you come on my fingers.”
Ed moans, and Stede takes his free hand to guide him back to Izzy’s cockhead. Plump lips suck on the tip, and Izzy shakes apart beneath them.
“God— look at you,” Stede whispers. Over Ed’s head, his eyes are locked onto the blushing and wonton face of Israel Hands. “Going to make you look properly fucked out before this interview.”
Izzy moans; filthy and familiar and Stede grins.
“Knew you’d like that— you want the world to know how I had my way with you before you went on camera?” Izzy grunts as another finger gets shoved in along the first. “I got you all dressed up in my favorite dress shirt of yours right after I finger fucked your hole with our little toy here?”
Ed fucks himself back onto Stede’s fingers, hole begging for more of an intrustion, and cries in pleasure when Stede pets his prostate again. There’s a delicious pleasure that comes with degrading Edward as he’s asked to be, and an equally lovely sight of Izzy drinking it all in.
“My perfect boys,” Stede coos. “So desperate for it, couldn’t even wait for me to come back to bed.”
“‘S Ed’s fault—” Izzy clutches the headboard on a whine and his arms shake. “Fuck— fuck, Stede, I’m—”
His orgasm comes upon him with a shock. Izzy grabs Ed by a fistful of hair and keeps himself deep in the other’s throat as he comes. A gorgeous bow to his body is held up by the strain of his bicep; holding onto the headboard as his hips fuck further into Ed’s throat while simultaneously pulling Ed further down on his cock with the other hand. There’s something so rewarding about the way Izzy comes apart at Stede’s direction; regardless of if it’s his fingers working his hole or his mouth taking him to the hilt, Izzy always looks his most beautiful when he’s in the middle of a climax.
“Stunning,” Stede breathes, and he wastes no time in extracting his fingers and fucking into Edward before the other’s had a moment to pop off Izzy’s spent cock. Ed cries in pleasure, tears streaming down his face from the throat-fucking he endured and the insistent breach of his hole. Stede grabs his hips, pulls him back onto his own cock, and Ed grips at the sheets on either side of Izzy’s hips for purchase.
Izzy cups the younger man’s jaw, thumbs some loose spend from his fucked-open lips, and smiles.
“Be a good boy and let Stede use you, alright?” Izzy scoots down the bed to have better access to his husband’s mouth. “Let him use that pretty hole— you like it when he takes your hole, don’t you, Eddie?”
“Sh— shit,” Ed hisses. There’s only a few sounds in the massive bedroom; Stede’s labored breathing, the sound of sweaty skin hitting skin, and Ed’s wanton moans at Stede’s cock sliding in and out of him. “Yes. Yes, I love it— I want— fuck—”
“What do you want, Dove?” Saccharine names turn Ed to putty, and he falls with his face in Izzy’s chest at the use of his favorite pet name. “Tell us what you want, and we just might give it to you.”
Stede winks at his husband over Ed’s shaking body, and Izzy has no choice but to pull the other into a fierce kiss. They gasp and pull at each other, insistent hands that are half on the body between them, and half lost in one another. The familiar feeling of Stede’s hand messing up Izzy’s hair in search of desperate touch stings at the grip Stede holds. There’s still product in it from the evening they had before (of going out and drinking far too much wine). Stede can’t keep his hands off the other, and he digs his other hand into Izzy’s hair as he turns and pulls him to deepen the kiss. They sigh into each other’s mouths, Stede carefully turning Izzy this way and that to have better access to his mouth, hands in his hair, heart pounding with the adrenaline.
Ed’s mouth openly licks and moans onto Izzy’s chest, trying to tease a nipple half-heartedly as he drools into the hair from Stede’s carnality.
“Should— should’ve shoved our Edward under your desk,” Stede pants into Izzy’s mouth, who mouths at his husband’s neck and groans at the idea. “Made him keep you hard while trying to talk about— fucking—” Stede groans; Ed’s shifted his hips and he’s somehow tighter. “Fucking adaptive mechanisms or— god, Izzy— reciprocity.”
“I think I can come up with something on reciprocity right now,” Izzy laughs, and the sound is so lovely and clear, Stede nearly comes at that. “Why is you talking about anthropology while fucking our TA doing it for me?”
Stede laughs with him, and Ed moans as he seizes up for his climax — maybe the idea of Stede and Izzy talking above him, ignoring him, really does bring him to the edge.
“It’s how I got you in the first place.” Stede cups Izzy’s cheek, utterly romantic in such a debauched position. “Only fitting.”
“Can you two stop eye-fucking up there?” Ed snaps, rocking back on his knees to get as much of Stede in him as possible. “My knees are starting to hurt.”
It doesn’t bother the other two. In fact, they’re completely oblivious (intentionally) to Ed’s snarky comment. Stede brings his partner in for a gentle kiss, reveling in the time it’s taken to get to this exact moment and so thankful for all they’ve been able to accomplish together; the good, the bad—
The TA getting Izzy’s attention by sucking a ball into his mouth and winking at the other when Izzy reels back in oversensitive shock.
“Christ—” Izzy gets a hand in Ed’s hair, yanking him up to meet Izzy eye-to-eye. Ed’s back curves so beautifully as the angle changes. Stede fucks him with a renewed vigor that as Ed’s eyes rolling back into his skull. Two fingers hook into Ed’s mouth, behind his teeth, to bring the younger man’s attention back to Izzy in front of him; brown eyes flutter again as Ed focuses on the professor. “Smart little shit, aren’t you?”
Ed winks, and Izzy tugs on his jaw where his fingers are curved. Ed moans, eyes switching to a plea as he wordlessly asks Izzy for his release.
“What do you think, Stede?” Izzy’s eyes are fire on Ed, like his orgasm hadn’t shaken him loose. He’s solid, a brick wall of intolerance for Ed’s antics and completely unaffected by the sight in front of him. “Has he earned it?”
Stede hums, and Ed whines around Izzy’s fingers when he closes his lips to suck on the digits with filthy noise. “I think he’s working for it.” Stede spanks Ed on the ass loud and clear, Ed jolting into Izzy’s arms and crying around his fingers. “I’ll let you be the judge of that, darling— he had your cock in his mouth, of course.”
Izzy watches with rapt attention at the way Ed sucks on his fingers, begging with big brown eyes for the man to give Ed exactly what he wants.
Just like every time Izzy’s under that gaze, whatever resolve he had weakens almost immediately.
“Yeah,” Izzy pulls his fingers free to wrap around Ed’s cock, jerking him quickly and efficiently. “Let him have it, love.”
Stede pushes Ed into Izzy’s chest; one firm hand cradles Ed’s head as he sobs pleasure into Izzy’s neck. Fingers dig into the muscle of Ed’s hips, and Stede groans with his harsh thrusts. Ed’s falling to pieces between them, and the blond isn’t far behind. It’s a gorgeous sight watching Izzy and Ed kiss while Stede bottoms out time and time again to get Ed coming from the feeling alone. Stede swats at the supple skin of Ed’s pert ass once again, feeling the tightness of his body become more and more intense as he’s about to—
“Fuck!” Ed’s teeth dig into the firm muscle of Izzy’s shoulder; the tendons that connect the bones tight and red from his arousal. Ed comes over Izzy’s fingers, and at the sight, Stede feels his own orgasm coming without much warning.
“Ed—” Stede gasps, jerking his cock as he pulls out quickly. “Get— c’mere,” he rushes. It takes Ed less than a second to understand what Stede means, quickly flipping over and into Izzy’s arms. The other snakes his hands up Ed’s chest, hooking his chin over Ed’s shoulder to look at Stede.
“Gonna come on this pretty face?” A hand holds Ed’s chin in place as Stede bites his lip, nodding. “Come on, love— give Ed that load he wants so bad,” Izzy whispers the next part into Ed’s ear. “You want his come, don’t you, Dove?”
“Yes,” Ed whines. He wriggles in Izzy’s grasp as Stede scoots closer, putting his cock so close to Ed’s face. He drops his mouth open at Izzy’s gentle squeeze and sticks his tongue out.
“Come on his face, Stede,” Izzy goads. “You’re so close, I know it— go ahead and make a mess of our boy.”
That’s what does it, and Stede’s desperate hand finds the same spot on Izzy’s shoulder where Ed sunk his teeth in not a minute earlier. He comes in ropes across Ed’s face, failing to aim anywhere in particular. Ed licks it up, his tongue flicking out to catch any stray drops from Stede’s cockhead. It pulls one last spurt of Stede’s spend from him, and Ed smiles at the success of his antics.
“Whore,” Stede calls him, and Ed smiles wider.
“Alright.” Izzy disentangles himself from the mess of limbs and hops over to their dresser. He’s slipping on a pair of boxers and swears as he puts on his watch. “I’m going to be late—”
“You’re fine, darling,” Stede soothes from the ensuite. He’s back in bed within moments, cleaning his and Ed’s bodies lazily. Their TA is in his arms shortly thereafter, tangled under the topsheet of the bed. Dutiful fingers card through the younger man’s hair, scratching at his scalp. “I already called Melissa, told her you had an emergency and had to postpone by thirty minutes.”
“Oh, is that my new nickname?” Ed purrs and he reaches for Izzy’s cup of tea for a sip. “I like it— maybe Ed-mergency would be better, though.”
Stede snorts a laugh as Izzy wiggles into the slacks his husband picked out for him.
“Aren’t you two adorable.” Izzy catches Stede’s eye from the vanity mirror that hangs over their dresser. “Cute couple, huh?”
“We’re missing our final piece,” Stede pouts. “Maybe once you’re done playing professor, you can come join us again?” One finger trails over Ed’s naked hip and slips behind him. Ed’s eyes snap closed and his mouth hangs open in a silent moan. “Can’t have this much fun without you, darling. Doesn’t feel right.”
“Should’ve thought of that before you blew your load on his face.”
“I don’t mind,” Ed breathes. Stede’s clearly got him in a compromising position, but Izzy can’t be bothered to pay attention. His desk is in front of the big bedroom window that looks out into their garden behind the house. Izzy sits himself down, his main monitor obscuring half the view of his husband playing Ed like a fucking fiddle. “Stede— I have a meeting— ”
“I know,” Stede murmurs his response into Ed’s skin as he kisses up his shoulder. “Don’t mind us, we’ll be quiet.”
They hold each other’s gaze for a brief moment before Izzy gives in. If he truly didn’t want them there, Stede would graciously leave with Ed wrapped around his finger.
Besides, it’s an interview for a topic Izzy has spent the last 20 years researching and writing about. It’ll be a breeze. Beyond the webcam that Izzy keeps his eyes trained on for the whole interview, there’s the blurry, unfocused visual of Ed writhing silently in Stede’s arms.
They’re naked, building up a sweat again as Stede coaxes pleasure from Ed’s body like it’s music. By the time Izzy exits the Zoom call, he’s half-hard again and nearly ripping his pants off to rejoin the two in bed.
All in all, it’s a fairly lovely way to spend his mid-afternoon.