#tatteredxsails:NSFW

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Ed's eyes were hooded, but he sucked in a breath at the feel of Frenchie's against his thigh. Yeah. This had been the right decision. There had been the briefest moment when Frenchie had paused and Edward had wondered if he'd need to do away with the man after all. Sitting between Ed's thighs was a privilege. Doing so without the barrier of leather was a fucking miracle. He was a man with well guarded secrets.

He brushed his fingers from Frenchie's temple up to the dense curls of his hair, smoothing it back from his brow -- even momentarily.

"I think you know what to do, Frenchie," his voice came out tighter than he'd meant for it to. Fuck, but he did need this. Needed it even more than he wanted it, and he was sure that how much he wanted it was obvious. His cock was aching and hard, and he could feel the wet heat of his own arousal between his thighs.

He spread his legs slightly wider, a demand more than an invitation.

Frenchie went still at Ed's touch, before just slightly leaning into it. It was a strange dichotomy to the violence he was used to seeing, but he supposed if there was ever a time for someone to be soft, it would be in the bedroom.

The order brought things into contrast, reminded him that Ed probably wasn't about to be soft but also stoked his arousal hotter. And Frenchie worked fast, freeing Ed of his clothes, eager and heated. The man looked delicious sprawled out in the captain's chair as he was.

And to his knees Frenchie went, working to tug Ed's tight pants out the way - only a moment's pause when he succeeded in bringing the leather to his knees, before he continued, pulling the other's pants down and away. He could admit that he'd been expecting to choke, but he was perfectly happy to drown instead.

A raised brow, head bowing just low enough for his breath to tease across Ed's inner thighs, the slightest quirk of his lips, voice deep, tone a faux sort of innocence, "And now, Captain?"

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Izzy did know Edward better than anyone else. Of course he did. They'd been together so long. Fucking each other so long. He'd prickle at even the thought of anyone else giving him so much praise while fucking, but he let it go with Izzy. He wanted it. It just wasn't something that he thought fucking Blackbeard should want. Blackbeard should just take what he wanted and that was that. Blackbeard shouldn't want to listen to his partner providing praise for just how well he could stuff his cunt.

The man did go a little rougher on his nipples than he genuinely liked but he wasn't going to complain. A particularly sharp bite could distract him. It could keep him from cumming too quickly. Not that that was a bad thing, really. Izzy could make him cum multiple times. More... it was a way for him to enjoy being edged in the midst of it all. It was a way to keep himself from getting pissed off and reactive because he was overstimulated by Izzy's thumb against his cock. Biting was rougher, than he liked, but he liked it. He wasn't going to try and work that one out for himself.

He also wasn't going to sit there and puzzle out his own feelings around penetrative sex when Izzy was already half buried inside of him. He couldn't put together a half coherent thought if he wanted to, anyways. The alcohol laid the grown work for that. The fact that he was still buzzing from an orgasm and heated up by the stretch of Izzy's fingers ensured it. Izzy's cock felt good, like Ed had imagined that it would. He braced a hand against the other man's chest and sunk down on him, taking him in as deeply as he could manage.

It had been a long damn time since he'd let someone fuck him like this. It'd probably been Jack, though Ed couldn't speak to that with complete confidence. His tendency towards hard drinking and hard drugs redacted portions of his memory. Lead to things like this. Though he was certain it had been a long damn time. It was risky. This...

That was dangerously close to a sober thought that would make him back down from what he wanted. Fuck, he could save the philosophizing and justifications for later. He needed to get out of his own goddamn head and just... fuck.

Ed pushed down on Izzy's chest and reached for the bottle that they'd been sharing. Leaning back to take a deep drink just made him sink back on Izzy's cock and drew a groan from him before he'd even swallowed. He lowered the bottle from his lips and poured some on Izzy -- vaguely in the direction of his mouth.

"Fucking... drink and...and fuck me," he breathed out, and gave a roll of his hips as encouragement.

This is what Israel Hands lives for - servicing his Captain. Taking care of him. Pleasuring him. And oh, is he good at that. He knows what Edward likes, he knows what he prefers, what makes him feel good, what brings him to an earth-shattering orgasm every time. All of which he is doing now. Fucking him roughly with three fingers, soon to be four, while wrapping his mouth around his nipple, often moving back and forth between the two like he was doing now. Licking, sucking, even biting because he knew how much Edward enjoyed some pain during sex, just as Israel did, but Israel enjoyed it a little bit more than Edward and in different ways. But none of this was about him, it was about Edward and bringing him to a state of sexual bliss, whether once, twice, thrice or more. All which Israel has accomplished and he was determined to do so again.

His thumb continues to rub at his cock while inserting the fourth finger, his hand pumping harder and faster now, and the way Ed starts to rapidly moves his hips up and down, riding Izzy's fingers, tells the First Mate that he's close. That combined with how his body starts to tremble and how his moans and whines grow in volume and frequency, Izzy just knows. Because he knows Edward. Years spent with him, he's learned his body language, he's learned what makes him tick, what sets him off, what calms him down, what rouses him. Everything. Izzy knows more about him than anyone does and ever will and it's that reminder to himself that makes Izzy finger fuck him with no mercy. Because he's the only one that can make him feel like this. "So fuckin' stretched around my hand now... takin' four fingers so perfectly, Eddie. Bet I could get my whole fuckin' fist inside of you." He growls against his wet nipple, both now drenched in his spit and red with teeth marks.

"Come on... let me feel you. Want you to soak my fingers in your cum... that's it. Fuck, Eddie, yeah!" He props himself up onto his elbow when he feels him flutter around his hand, coming undone and soaking him down to his wrist just as Israel wanted, but he doesn't stop. No. He continues to fuck him, he feeds his orgasm with more pleasure, loving the obscenely wet sounds of it all, and the sight of it, too. It makes Izzy's own hips thrust forward, his throbbing cock grinding against his Captain's thigh, tempted to seek a release of his own just like this.

But what Eddie does next takes Israel by complete surprise. His moan from moments ago Izzy didn't think much of, only a result of the ecstasy that consumed his body, but then he's pushing Israel off of him and onto his body before straddling him, nearly choking on his breath when Ed's hand grasps his cock and oh, fuck, does Izzy whine and thrust up into his warm hand. He watches the way Edward hovers over him, the tip of his cock lined with his stretched hole, dripping wet from his arousal and cum, and god, oh fucking god, does his cock throb at the thought of being inside of it. Inside of him. "Edward... fffuck..." It isn't a moan of protest, but of want. Of need. The effects of the alcohol has completely taken over, but more than that, the arousal. The pleasure. The years of longing and need and every-fucking-thing else Izzy felt. Edward wanted this. He wanted Izzy to be inside of him as much as Izzy wanted to be inside of him.

He mutters a curse under his breath when his Captain rubs the tip of his cock between his folds and he squeezes his thighs, eyes glued to the sight before him. Ed's cum and arousal slides down his cock, mixed with his own pre-cum, and it's the hottest fucking thing he's ever watched and experienced.... so far. Because as soon as Edward lets out that soft plea, Izzy's hands are grabbing his hips and he's pulling him down onto his cock, moaning loudly as half of his cock is immediately consumed by him - now, and for the first time, connected in the most intimate way possible and it's better than anything Israel has ever fucking felt before.