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“Need your fingers, Bonnet. Fucking hell.”
Stede’s fingers, thick and far softer than a pirates should be, drag through Izzy’s wetness, the noise absolutely obscene, and Izzy feels his cheeks heat with it.
“Where do you want them, Israel?”
There’s a small stretch of silence as Izzy, utterly grief stricken, wonders if Stede ever was married before, or if it was all an elaborate fuckery he invented for clout.
“Jesus, Bonnet, you can’t seriously be -”
“Give me some credit!” Stede huffs. “What I meant to say was… do you want them here?” He drags his fingers over Izzy’s taint, circling his arse but not pressing in. “Or here?”
Stede’s fingers move through Izzy’s cunt, parting him, edging towards his twitching hole, and Izzy nearly cums from that alone because, once again, Stede knows exactly what to say.
Nobody has ever asked, before. Not like this, not like it matters.
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Izzy isn't used to being treated gently, but it's a welcome change.