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[ninetoes]

[It rings so loudly through them, the crash of flesh like brass to the church bell. Wholly consuming. Demanding worship.

Being kissed like that is entirely disarming. Makes him weak in the knees. Stede could bring Izzy to his knees if he isn't careful.

Then again, what's he being careful for at this point? Is he not already on the precipice of losing everything? what would it cost him to find out?

Izzy wraps his fingers in the front of Stede's shirt and tries not to think about how he rises on his toes. Tries not to think too hard about the warmth of his body or how solid and broad and strong he is under all that finery. Definitely tries not to think about just how easily it demands Izzy's own attention in return or the noise he makes, ragged in the space for breath where opportunity presents itself.

He presses himself flush, like he's desperate for the contact- all of it- as much as he's able to cultivate vertically. It isn't enough. The danger of fleeing is still real, but not as real as his want. It's Izzy who finally breaks the kiss, catching Stede's bottom lip between his teeth and scraping before he breaks back to look at him with dark eyes full of want, tongue darting out across his own bottom lip.]

Why don't you show me just how sweet you can be.

[finethings]

[For a moment, kissing Izzy feels like being plunged underwater. Like he can't tell which way is up, heavy limbs thrashing, lungs screaming for air. The way Synchrony floods through them, so sudden and strong it's nearly overwhelming. Has it always been this strong? Stede doesn't think so.

And then Izzy is pulling him closer by the shirt, pressing himself close along the length of his body, and Stede gasps for breath, lets that sound Izzy makes ring through him with a shudder. The man kisses him like it's going out of style, the scrape of teeth and the tickle of his goatee against Stede's mouth leaving his heart racing.

He's already backing him toward the bed when Izzy speaks, his expression breathless and full of wonder and desire, like he can't quite believe his luck.]

I will. [Firm and decisive. He's already made up his mind not to squander this opportunity. Izzy's knees hit the back of the bed and Stede presses him back by the shoulder, intent on laying him out and taking his sweet time making him feel good. He leans across him, braced by one hand on the mattress, and catches his mouth in another kiss, deep and firm, while the other hand tugs at the loops holding the buttons of Izzy's vest in place.]