#vaneway

"Vane, you bastard, don't you dare..." Edward flinches and Vane makes a grab, and frankly, Edward doesn't want to dodge all that much, so Vane has him by the dick and he's got long, clever fingers with dirt under the nails and a chuckle that sounds like the earth splitting but Kenway doesn't want to give him the goddamn pleasure-

"Ah, here we are."

Edward makes a sound despite himself, moaning as Vane agitates his cock through his breeches, hand on the rough canvas, feeling the hard bulge through layers of fabric. Vane smirks- knowing, proud, it makes Edward want to smack him in the gob.

"...hairy sod..." Edward manages, tailing off into Welsh ("-twll tin-") his hips moving forward as he comes. Vane can see that in him, how he was holding it in, the catch in his breath and then- well.

"Fuck you." Edward breathes, released. Vane grins.