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One of Stede’s subscribers had requested for him to do something special for his upcoming video. The request hadn’t been strange. He's gotten weirder requests. It was quite simple, create a video with a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug.
Stede has used butt plugs before, but not a remote controlled one. He loves the sensations of butt plugs and vibrators separately. So, it’s a shock that he hasn’t used a vibrating butt plug.
It came through the mail quickly enough, thanks to express shipping. The box sits on his made bed, and he already has his waterproof blanket covering it. After his first video from Lucius, he learned that it is a must unless he wants to be cleaning all the sheets on his bed after every session he does.
Stede stands fully clothed next to his bed. He had been tracking the package closely. Excitement runs through his veins to try out the toy on video. While he waited for the delivery truck to come by, he had already affixed his camera to the tripod and pointed it at the bed. He doesn’t bother taking the tripod down anymore—not when he’s doing this almost daily.
His room is very much in a mixed style. His king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room, the wall behind the bed covered in bookshelves, and on either side of it are bedside tables. On the side he sleeps on are pictures of people in his life he holds close to his heart. There is a picture of him and Mary on the day of their divorce. The smiles in the photo are some of the first real ones they ever shared.
Next to that picture is a big group photo of him and all the friends he’s made since he came out. It’s his big queer family photo. On each face are big smiles and various states of dress. The photo was taken by a stranger in front of the pride parade he had been taken to. It was the first one with all the friends he has now, and in the photo, the genderqueer flag is tied around his neck.
The last photo on his nightstand is the most recent one. It’s of him and his partner. It turns out that the stranger had a queer bookstore. He had his own float for his business but had decided last minute to stay off it. Stede hadn’t even noticed how long the two of them had been talking, and when his friends tried to pull him away, his now-partner had scribbled their number on the back of Stede’s hand.
Stede has Lucius to thank once again for pushing him to text the person. Now they’ve been dating for four years and living together for almost that entire time.
Stede has been using the camming site as a way to experiment with who he is. He’s been using it for just under two years and understands the site now. It’s great, actually, with how supportive Ed has been with this. Ed hasn’t featured in Stede’s videos, not because they don’t want to, but because, as he said, he wants Stede to explore what he likes without them there.
The request to use a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug came through, along with a bit of money to buy one. Stede spent time researching the best one. It took two weeks for Stede to receive his package after getting the request. He spent hours comparing different kinds to find the right one for himself. Finally, after much deliberation and scrolling along lists of the best ones, he’s chosen a sleek purple toy.
It’s tapered, with one side more bulbous than the other. It has an extra bit in the flared base to sit and give stimulation to his vagina while it’s on. It has a white remote to change the intensity and pattern. What really sold him, however, was the app. He could set up and create his own patterns in the app in real time, as it was on and in him.
He picks up the box of his new toy and tries to peel the sticker off the top, holding it closed. It refuses to peel up, and he frowns at the box. He keeps trying to remove the tape as he walks through the bedroom and into the kitchen. He nearly drops the box more than once when he barely makes it through the doorway, hitting into it.
Once in the kitchen, the knife he grabs is a small paring knife, enough to do the trick to cut the tape in half. He pulls his new toy out of the box, the plastic layer screeching against the cardboard box. It’s painful to Stede’s ears. He squeezes his eyes shut as the sound reverberates in his skull. The box falls onto the counter with a gentle thump, the remote still inside the crinkly plastic. He finally opens his eyes once the pain goes away. He looks down at the plug sitting in its plastic tomb. He gently traces a finger over it. The silicone plug is soft under his fingertips, and the purple is a gorgeous color. He pulls out the plug and turns it over; on the flared base, the on button is sitting flush with the silicone. He can’t help the images that flash through his mind. Even just thinking about the plug sitting in him is making him wet.
He puts the plug down and takes out the small remote and instructions. He goes through the process of reading the instructions and putting the little button battery in the back of the remote. He puts the remote down on the counter after connecting it to the plug. He decides to clean up the trash later, before Ed gets home, and starts moving to his bedroom to fully charge the plug before he plays with it on camera.
Stede flitters around his bedroom while the plug charges. He tries to pay no attention to the plug sitting innocently on his bedside table. He can feel the dampness in his underwear and shimmies every so often to try to relieve the feeling.
Stede is on his side of the bed, putting his pictures in the nightstand drawer. He might have signed up for this, but his family didn’t. They deserve to keep their privacy, even if he’s showing his body off to the world. One of the last things Stede does is pick up Ed’s clothes off the floor. Even though Stede likes to keep a tidy space, he cherishes the lived-in look of the room. The dirty socks on the floor, the half-empty water cup on the nightstand, and the half-finished yarn project on the dresser all help the room look alive.
The plug’s unblinking light catches Stede in his periphery; the light is a solid blue instead of the blinking that most of his other sex toys have. Stede comes back around to his cleared nightstand to check on the plug. It’s finished charging just as Stede is finished fixing his light setup.
Seeing the unwavering blue light fills Stede with delight. Just thinking about the vibrations deep within him has his eyes starting to roll back in his head. He doesn’t know how strong they are, but based on the reviews, it should be a good one. He waited to turn on the vibrations until the toy was fully charged. He wanted to follow the instructions to a t. He can’t help but scrunch his nose up in excitement and make little flicks of his fingers. He almost skips across the room to the plug sitting on his night table. He turns on the plug by holding the button down, the baseline vibrations tickling against his hand. He cycles through the vibrations and patterns available, and just the sound hits him in the gut. Stede shifts when he feels his underwear getting slick between his thighs. He puts the plug down to get the rest of his things to do this video.
He flits his way to his walk-in closet to his toy box. His video-only toy disinfectant, and lube live in the Brazilian cherry wood chest. The personal stash that he and Ed keep is in the nightstand drawers. The leather sex seat Ed had gifted for the both of them sits next to the toy box. He loves using this one, the ability to grind down on to the textured ribbing and switching out vibrators he uses on it. He’s not pulling that one out today, but it has good traction on his profile.
He kneels down to open the toy box. It’s a big, custom-made chest with everything separated into individual silk bags by type. He loves the feeling of the silk on his fingers. It is a shame that he keeps Ed separated from his sex videos. He would love to do a scene where he’s tied up in the finest of silks as Ed fucks into him. But he can always get that on his own. He goes for his usual disinfectant and a water-based lube. He stands back up and riffles through his clothes just above the box. The lingerie lives on special hangers to keep it from slipping. He has been gifted plenty and has done his own shopping more than enough that he has yet to repeat any options.
He looks through his collection, feeling the fabric between his forefinger and thumb. He comes across a light blue baby doll he commissioned a bit ago but hadn’t had the courage to wear. It’s not the typical baby-doll lingerie he normally goes for. This one is a harness baby doll made of satin. The straps of the harness sit just under his surgery scars, accentuating them. The straps are also made of the same wide material. Underneath the satin harness, connecting to the edge is the really soft lace that doesn’t make him want to chuck the clothes into a burning fire. It comes together like a typical baby-doll style. On the hanger is a matching pair of light blue stockings with white satin ribbons to hold them up. He decides to leave the matching thong on the hanger, and the sheer lace of the baby doll will be more than enough to keep his cock hidden until he decides to show it.
He takes everything to the bed and lays it out on the waterproof blanket. He takes off his clothes quickly. The only sound in the room is the rumpling of his clothes. The stockings slip on, and they are smooth against his calves. He ties quickly the little white bows he’s perfected to accentuate the light blue stockings. The light blue looks good against his pale and freckled skin, if he says so himself. Stede pulls over the lacy and satin lingerie and puts the harness over his head. It’s a perfect fit, a custom piece Wee John crafted when his search for a style like this failed to turn anything up.
He moves over to the full-length mirror and checks himself out in it. His fingers come up to brush and mush up his curls just right. The hair is silky under his finger tips. With all the movement to get his hair just right, the lace panel hits his cock, and a zing of pleasure flows through him.
Just next to the mirror, the camera sits, waiting to capture his pleasure. He turns the camera on and lets it run so he can edit everything later. The walk to the bed is not far, but every step moves the lace sitting just off his cock, rubbing into it not nearly enough. He sits on the bed and disinfects his new toy fully and completely. The cool air hits his thighs, and with a mix of anticipation, he feels the heat in between his legs. Stede swings his legs over the bed; the mattress bounces slightly and sits in the middle of the huge bed. The blanket is soft and fuzzy under his fingers, any other time he would be caught tracing patterns into the fuzz. A meticulous cycle of patterns ground him in the here and now. Except, this time he’s expecting fun time for himself and that is enough to pull him out of the movement. He fixes the lace to cover everything, trailing fingers down the middle of his chest, the golden red hair catching the overhead light. He turns on the camera light, and looking down, the contrast of the stockings and satin ribbon looks great.
Stede knows from experience that the lube, and toy are just in frame, a tiny peek at what is to come. It took a few videos to figure out the best camera set-up; the way it is now, the entire bed is in frame, but the door leading out of the room is just barely in frame. He’s tested it and only about mid thigh to waist can be seen in camera.
The nerves start to grow as the little red light of his camera blinks at him, a little fly on the wall for his subscribers. The palms of his hands start to sweat the longer he looks at the light. Stede takes a few deep breaths and wipes his hands against the blanket. A few finger taps and patterns drawn later, the rising nerves in his chest have settled enough.
He stares straight at the camera, a big smile on his lips.
"Hi all, the Gentleman Connosseur here. I received a request from whiplash_sea93 to do a remote-controlled butt plug," Stede says, talking directly to the camera. He shifts a bit, bringing his left leg closer to his body at an angle. He loves teasing his audience. "After much research, I have acquired one I think we will all enjoy."
Stede grabs the plug between two fingers and shows it to the camera. He puts it back in its spot on the side of the bed. "I love the design, and I desire for you to see me use it for the first time."
Stede easily slips into the persona he’s created as he grabs the lube. The persona is still him; the way he speaks is the same. Stede leans up to sit up more, the bed shifting. The top clicks open and echoes around the room into the microphone. Stede flashes the camera a manufactured smile and paints his fingers in the lube. It’s cold to the touch, and the light showcases the slick lube. It starts to warm up with the heat from his fingers as he shifts. He turns his body to the right so he’s on his side more than his back. His left foot is planted on the bed, the stockings having no grip.
He settles a hand behind him and lets his fingers trace his rim. He feels the ribbed muscle as he traces in a circle—just a taste of what’s to come. He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, and a moan escapes between his lips. He knows what his viewers want. "Your fingers feel so good."
He relaxes under his own touch, just barely breaching the muscle with a single finger. Then he slips both of his lube-covered fingers in, just to the first knuckle. The stretch feels so good; it reminds him of Ed doing this very thing to him. The thought of Ed doing this to Stede swims in front of his eyes. He imagines Ed’s calloused fingers against him, tracing their fingers up and down his chest as he works himself open. With that thought, he slowly moves his fingers in and out, massaging himself open so he can slip in his plug without worry.
With every thrust of his fingers, praise for the invisible audience falls out of his mouth. He says things like "just like that" and "you are so talented." But he is very careful not to let Ed’s name fall out as he mumbles his praises. He gets the most interactions when he starts to babble through things. He’s learned how to turn it on for the audience.
Stede continues to fuck himself with his fingers until it feels like he’s ready. He listens to his body, to the excitement bubbling under the surface. His nipples have long since pebbled, aching for him to pinch them.
He removes his fingers, and he shifts with the loss of feeling. His hand trails around the crevice of his thigh to his slit. It has long since throbbed for touch. He swipes some of himself onto his fingers. The wetness glistens under the lights, but Stede doubts the camera can pick it up. Nonetheless, while looking directly into the lens, he sucks on his fingers. He paints his own tongue with his own taste and looks through his eyelashes. He bats his eyelashes up to the camera, putting the persona in full gear now.
"I can’t wait for the plug to be deep in me, buzzing away," Stede says, grabbing the plug and lube in one hand. He pops the top of the lube as he sits up. He holds the plug by the base, and with his tongue slightly sticking out between his teeth, he pours an ample amount of lube on the toy.
He gets back into position, his left foot planted on the bed, slightly turned to give him just enough room to place it correctly. He brings it behind him, and it notches in his rim. The camera has a full view of the plug resting against him. He can feel the silicone just prodding him there. He turns it so the longer bit of the base is pointing upward to his cock. He’s slow to push it in, loving the way he’s stretching around the toy. As it gets to the widest portion, he groans. It grows louder in his throat, the rumbling tightening his vocal cords. Then it’s fully seated in him, and the long bit of the base sits right at the edge of his cunt.
"Fuuuucckk," Stede says, feeling extremely full. He paws at the bed, the soft blanket grounding him as he searches for the remote. Without looking, he feels around with small pats. The bed springs up a bit, and the sound is low enough that he hopes the camera can’t pick it up. His hand hit the remote, feeling the different buttons under his fingers, and he brings it up to his face. His fingers dance over the black remote, and right before he hits the on button, his eyes go wide just the tiniest bit. The remote in his hand is for the camera, not the plug. Suddenly, over his eyes, as if tracing his steps, he remembers the remote in the plastic sleeve. He remembers taking it out. The remote he so desperately wants is in the kitchen, next to the trash from his mess.
His head hits the bed with a thunk, and he groans for a completely different reason. It’s fine, though; he’ll just continue on as if the plug didn’t have a working remote. He’s already got it in; it's best not to let his pleasure dwindle now. He might as well orgasm with it. Once he gets the remote, he’ll redo some of the video, but for now, he’ll continue as is. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and feels his manufactured personality fall back into place. He can splice parts of the video together later on.
His legs fall open of their own accord, his small cock barely visible through the light blue lace. He tweaks his nipple as he trails his hand downward through his light, bronze-tinged stomach hair. He pulls the lace to the side, and the studio-type lights in his bedroom can pick up on the shining wetness sitting on the short bronze curls. His dick throbs with every heartbeat as his hand trails lower and lower.
With the lace pulled away, his dick and the base of the butt plug are on full display. He plays with himself, slowly touching and circling his dick. He zeros in on the pleasurable feeling, his eyes falling shut as he succumbs to the movement. Each slow circle removes a thought from his head. He has long since tuned out the little noises falling out of his mouth and has also forgotten to talk through his pleasure. He is so focused on his own touch—the way there is a slight pull on the curls with every rub. With each slight tug, a wave of pain and pleasure flows through him.
There is a footstep near his head. He stops his movement and swivels his head around. If it were any other time, he would have gotten whiplash with how quick he looked. He feels like a deer in the headlights, and Ed’s standing in the doorway. He’s got a banana between his lips, mid-bite, and their other hand is shoved in their pocket. They're just watching Stede. He’s in his leather pants and one of Stede’s shirts. It’s a purple floral one, and it looks better on Ed than it ever did on Stede.
Stede still has a hand next to his cock, staring wide-eyed at Ed.
"You recording," Ed asks, their eyes flicking between Stede and the camera, "with a new toy?"
"Yea, I am, darling," Stede says, still frozen. His hand hasn’t moved a millimeter.
The toy in Stede starts to vibrate. It’s the lowest setting, just a small rumble, and he’s been anticipating this feeling since he opened the toy. A groan falls from his throat as the toy rattles away inside him. If he concentrates, he can hear the slight buzzing, and his eyes flutter shut. Just as quickly as the toy turned on, it shut off.
There’s a knowing smirk on Ed’s face. The little upturn of his lip tells Stede what he needs to know. His eyes flick down to Ed’s hand in his pocket as Ed pulls out the little white remote he’s left on the counter. Ed finishes the last bite of his banana with their eyebrows raised and tosses the peel in the little rubbish bin in the corner of the room.
"Ed, please," Stede almost whines. He starts to rub circles in his cock, trying to chase the feeling.
"Can I join?" Ed asks. Their leg is cocked out, and his arms are crossed over his chest.
"Please," Stede says, shifting under his own hand and grinding into the plug sitting flush in him. He closes his eyes against the feeling, and the buzzing inside him starts again.
There’s a rustling over to his right, fabric against leather. A single click, and the buzzing increases in intensity. Stede’s hand moves faster against himself, and he bites his lip, trying to hold back the sounds that are threatening to erupt from his throat.
The bed dips next to him. Ed places his hand on Stede’s arm and says, "Let it out. I want to hear you."
Stede opens his eyes as the pleasure continues to bloom low in his stomach. Looks to see Ed on their knees, spread wide with his cock hanging. It’s flushed, and the head is a mix of pink and brown. It’s a beauty in Stede’s eyes. He loves the way it fits in his mouth. Today, though, he hopes it fits somewhere else in him. The short salt and pepper hairs are blanketing the base, and Stede licks his lips at the sight.
His eyes trail to the little white remote in Ed’s hand. He flicks up to Ed’s face and that knowing smirk. The audible click happens again and again. Each click stalls for a few seconds before moving the vibrations up in intensity until they're at their highest setting before the patterns start.
"Ed—fuck—please. I need you." Stede manages to get the words out between moans. The bed shifts, and suddenly Ed’s over him. Their salt and pepper hair falls down his face and blankets Stede, blocking the camera’s view. He pulls downward and kisses the sounds from Stede’s mouth. This isn’t a show for the camera; they both know it. This is Ed being Ed, fucking, and loving Stede. This is love in its most tangible form.
Stede’s hand slows on his cock, and he lifts up on one elbow. Everything with Ed is more intense. Stede lays his hand on Ed’s neck and pulls him even closer, licking their mouth.
Ed shifts from Stede’s side and throws his leg over to fall in between Stede’s thighs. With minor shifting, Stede continues to try to pull Ed closer until they are occupying the same space. There’s a weight against the plug, nudging it just a bit until Stede can feel the vibrations through his pelvic bone, radiating through that area of his body.
Stede gasps into Ed’s mouth, the pressure changing the alignment just a tiny bit, and the vibrations are even more intense. It slows to the first setting after a minute, and Ed pulls away with a glimmer in their eye. A whine falls out of Stede’s mouth.
"I want to watch you wither, Stede," Ed says, getting close to Stede’s ear. The hot breath tickles, and Stede shivers with the thought of what Ed can make Stede do with their voice alone. "I want you to beg for my cock."
"Ed, please. I want you. I need you," Stede says, letting his eyes fall close as Ed starts to pepper his skin with kisses and bites at the line of his jaw.
His skin is tingling from the sensation. Ed’s beard scratches against his neck, and all Stede can smell is Ed. He is surrounded by it. The shampoo he uses, the lavender soap mixing with Ed, and the tinge of leather.
Ed props himself on one elbow, and with the other one in the small space between their bodies, he traces his hand over the fabric of the lingerie. Stede can feel the callouses tickle against his scars. Not a lot of feeling there, but just enough. Ed’s hand continues to trail downward, under the blue lace. He continues until he reaches the place aching for touch. He can feel how wet he is between his thighs, and then Ed’s fingers are sliding over, and rubbing over his cock.
"You are so wet, Stede. What do you want me to do?" Ed asks, pushing down slightly on Stede’s cock.
Stede looks up at Ed and sees all the love in their eyes. It’s shining brightly in their baby browns. This kind of love covers him. He didn’t have this with Mary. This is deep, soul-mate-level love.
"I need—," Stede starts, but a moan forces its way out of his throat as the plug in him vibrates intensely. He takes a deep breath and says, with pleasure flaming in his eyes, "I need you in me, darling."
A curse falls out of Ed’s mouth with the nickname, and Ed tosses the white remote to the side of the bed. Stede captures Ed’s mouth as he blindly reaches for the lube he’s set aside. Ed’s leaning over Stede, reaching for his drawer.
A few sounds of lube rolling in the drawer mix with the sound of foil. Ed lifts up a whole sheet of condoms and says, "Ta-da."
Stede huffs with a smile on his cheeks. Ed is just Ed, even with the camera on. With a few small pats across the blanket, Stede locates the bottle without ever releasing Ed. Ed, in turn, once situated comfortably again, shimmies against Stede. Stede can feel Ed’s cock against him; he’s aching for it.
Stede’s fingers grasp the single foil packet from between Ed’s fingers, and it crinkles softly. With his tongue between his teeth and the bottle of lube sitting in the crevice between his thigh and the bed, the foil doesn’t want to open.
"Let me try, mate," Ed says, pulling the packet back.
"It’s the lube on my fingers, darling. Making it hard to open," Stede says, watching Ed struggle with the packet as well.
"This has got to be the only hard thing to open in this room, mate."
"The box was tough, needed a knife to get the tape off."
"Got it," Ed says, triumphant in their voice as the packet finally tears. "Also I meant you've been begging for my cock," Ed adds in. His tone is low and so very close to Stede's ear. Stede can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and swallows thickly.
Stede looks up to Ed, a question in his eyes. Ed nods once, and together with Stede directing Ed’s hand, the condom rolls over Ed’s cock.
Stede passes over the now warm lube, his hands resting on the blanket drawing little patterns into it. The bottle cap pops, and Ed squeezes plenty of lube into his hand. Stede decides to mess with them, brings his hands up to his chest, and pinches his nipples. His mouth falls open at the slight pain, and the ecstasy he feels makes his eyes roll back in pleasure.
With Ed sitting between Stede’s opened thighs, Ed’s lube-covered fingers rub against Stede’s cock. Ed pulls them downward until they hit where Stede has been aching for sensation. The callouses rub gently right at the entrance, and Ed’s fingers start to fuck into him, the plug still buzzing away at a steady pace. Ed’s fingers hit the edge of the plug, pushing it into him and adding to the sensations.
Stede can’t think about anything other than Ed’s fingers in him, Ed’s breath against his neck, and the buzzing in him. Nothing else matters in the moment than Ed and Ed fucking him.
"I’m fine. Please, I need your cock," Stede gets out with groans littering his words.
"Yea, I can do that, mate."
The lube bottle cap clicks open once it’s back in Stede’s hand, and he holds the coldness in his hand for a moment. He locks eyes with Ed and gently covers Ed’s condom-covered dick in it, watching how Ed’s eyes flutter together. He counts each thrust of Ed in his hand, looking at the flutters of his closed eyes. He wants to kiss each eyelash framing his eyes. Soft little things and wanting to marry the person on top of him just from the sounds falling out of their vocal cords from how Stede’s touching him.
"There, love," Stede says quietly, so quietly that when he and Ed watch through the video later, the microphone didn’t pick it up. Their love is a quiet heartbeat that intertwines them together. Stede’s audience isn’t privy to hearing the words of explicit love, but they pick it up anyway with how they both move against one another. Stede acts differently around his significant other than the camera.
Ed’s lips fall upon Stede's, and Stede can feel the head of Ed’s cock sitting where he wants it. He can tell that it’s brushing up against the still-buzzing plug. The constant buzz of the butt plug is nothing compared to Ed as he pushes into Stede. He loves this feeling, and could live in it. Sometimes they wish they could stay connected as such.
It’s like Ed is splitting him open and Stede is meeting each thrust. Their hips slap against each other, and Stede is hearing, but not quite picking up exactly what Ed’s saying. This is even softer than before, with the camera not hearing the most lively and private love confessions. The feeling centered in his stomach is getting stronger with each meeting between their bodies. The litany of words falling off their conjoined lips echoes in the room with the sound of slapping skin, making a chorus of Stede’s favourite music.
All too soon it feels that Stede is at his release. Everything is blinding. He feels everything and nothing all at once. He clenches with every thrust through his orgasm and hears a loud moan in the air around him and Ed. It’s only as he’s coming down that he realizes that the noise is from him.
The Ed tenses above him, and Stede’s name falls off of their lips. The buzzing of the plug comes back into focus. It’s almost too much now, the over stimulation of Ed in him thrusting, and the buzzing. Stede watches Ed’s eyes flicker open.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Fancy seeing you here."
"What? You were just fucking me, Ed," Stede says, confusion pulling his eyebrows together. Ed is still fully in him, and the look on Ed’s face clues him in a little bit. "You meant it as a joke."
"Never change, Stede, never change," Ed says with a kiss in between each word. The buzzing stops, and Stede feels Ed pull out, their dick softening in him. Ed turns his face toward the camera and says, "Hope you enjoyed the show." Ed brings their hand up and hovers over the camera lens.
Stede knows an exit when he hears one, and just to his left is the camera remote. One click, and the recording is done.
Soon after, Ed helps Stede clean up the lube and the wetness from between his thighs. There are apologies from Ed about not attending to his calves in those stockings. Stede knows he means it the moment they are taking a bath and Ed picks up each leg. He plants kisses and whispers an apology to every inch of skin on Stede’s calf. It pulls a laugh out of Stede as Ed’s beard hair tickles him. As much as he loves fucking Ed and Ed fucking him, there is something special about their laughs and the love permeating throughout their everyday moments.
Later on, once they are clean and dry, Stede watches the recording with Ed sitting just to his left, sharing the space and air. Together, with very minor edits, they click the upload button for the video they accidentally created together, titled "La Petite Mort".