“Mmhmm. Yeah. Great.”
Ed has never run so fast to the bathroom. No way he’s sticking around to watch Stede lovingly run water over his dildos and unsheath the creamy goodness inside. What. The fuck. Whattheactualfuck.
Ed splashes cold water on his face. This can’t possibly be happening.
Ed has never run so fast to the bathroom. No way he’s sticking around to watch Stede lovingly run water over his dildos and unsheath the creamy goodness inside. What. The fuck. Whattheactualfuck.
Ed splashes cold water on his face. This can’t possibly be happening.
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Well. Can’t avoid the situation forever. Stede meets him with his popsicle as soon as he walks into the room, his smile bright and innocent. (Send fucking help.) “Shall we eat outside?”
“Sure.”
And somehow it ends up even worse than Ed imagined. He knows he could just…not stare.
Stede starts with a few exploratory licks of the tip of the popsicle. Just a dab here and there. “Mmm!” he says. “Tasty.” He moves on to bigger swipes with his tongue, eventually licking all the way from the bottom to the top, repeatedly.
“Hmm? Oh.” Ed wrangles his obstreperous brain. “S’good.” Ed wishes his voice weren’t coming out so husky.