Trapped was a feeling Andrew was familiar with, though in different ways. He'd spent so many years running from his problems that when everything fell apart, when his running slowed down, it'd felt like what he'd been trying to escape from would eat him alive. A black void of a maw, ready and waiting to pull him back down into the cavern and everything it represented. He'd felt like he was existing on borrowed time, that whatever had happened to Eddie would happen to him.
But here... he still grappled with his anxiety, but everything didn't feel so much like it was going to eat him alive anymore. He had room to breathe, and it'd been so long since he'd felt like he could relax, really relax.
He couldn't begin to imagine how awful it had been for Edward to lose his vision, and then the moments that came afterward, trying to adjust when nothing would be the same again. He had a few theories, by this time, about what had happened to Edward's vision, but he wasn't going to ask. Dragging up those memories and making him talk about it wasn't something Andrew was in a hurry to do. He knew very well what it was like to not want to talk about certain things, and either way, it wasn't like he needed to know.
There was a lump in his throat again, and he wasn't quite sure when it'd returned, but he wasn't sure when his tears had returned, either, until one snaked down the side of his face. It was a slightly awkward combination of emotions, but he did his best to ignore that awkwardness--acknowledging it would only make it worse, he was sure--and instead gently tugged Edward's hand closer so he could kiss the back of it.
"I do. And you make me want to be better, too," he murmured, trying to sniffle subtly. Edward accepted him too, all of him--even the parts Andrew thought he'd always have to keep hidden from people--and that was something he hardly knew how to verbalize, for what it meant to him.
Fortunately, he didn't have to try and struggle with those words, his brain getting the memo that his body hadn't forgotten how wound tight he was. He was pretty sure, actually, that being emotional just made him want Edward more, made him crave more closeness, more intimacy. He watched, quiet and intent, interested, when Edward took his fingers into his mouth. Goosebumps spread over his skin and he exhaled in a rush, a soft affected noise followed by, "Oh."
Edward has only spoken about how he lost his eyes twice, both times to someone here in Revan. Back home, no one had asked, because they all knew exactly what a gas attack meant, and no further clarification was needed. Here, it has taken him being feverish and half-delirious from the loss of his leg to tell one person (Arcade), and trying to coax and soothe a frightened child to tell the other (Leo). He also assumes that Andrew has something of an idea of things that happened in WWI and has probably reached a fairly accurate conclusion on his own. Someday, he'll add Andrew to that list, and give him the full story.
But not today. Things are going too well and feeling too good to bring it up today.
Andrew's reaction to having his fingers in Edward's mouth is excellent, and Edward tries the tongue swirl again before lightly sucking on them. He's not sure he's getting quite the same enjoyment from this as Andrew does or is, but since Andrew likes it so much, he puts his all into it.
In the meantime, with four hands at his disposal and crazy spider strength that he is just starting to realise he has, Edward starts moving Andrew around, getting them both positioned. It's easy enough to flip Andrew onto his back and then climb on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his hips. Then two hands get to work on his belt and zipper, only slightly hindered by the hussy left hand, which makes a dive into Andrew's trousers as soon as the zipper teeth part.
It was different, being on this side of things, his fingers in Edward's mouth, but it was still good. A lot of it might have to do with his...appreciation of hands--something he was only vaguely consciously aware of--but he was still imagining Edward's mouth other places, and that, combined with everything else, the sensations, his tongue on his fingers, fed into the heat flushing his skin. And that was before Edward got him re-positioned.
The ease with which he maneuvered Andrew was thrilling--and a bit startling, though not bad--in ways he'd only recently started processing. He liked it, and he couldn't help the breathless way he laughed, light and pleased. In the next moment, he made a very different sound, his breath hitching before he groaned, low. He wasn't sure he'd ever found out why, exactly, that particular left hand was such a gremlin--or if he did and just didn't remember--but he continued to appreciate its priorities.
Though it might have been in the way considering everything else going on, that didn't bother Andrew at the moment, made clear with the way he pressed his hips up against the eager left hand. It could be as much of a nuisance as it wanted to, so long as it kept touching him. His own free hand ended up on Edward's hip. Or thigh. Or both. One or the other, if he could make up his mind where he wanted his hand to be, rather than shifting it back and forth. Indecision was one of his worst enemies.
After a moment, he seemed to reach a decision, which was lightly grazing his claws along Edward's thigh before sliding his palm back up and repeating the motion all over again.
The extra left hand has been a plague since it sprouted from Edward's back, and Edward himself is only just beginning to understand why it does what it does. The hand will do whatever Edward himself secretly wants to do but is denying himself, and will do it without shame. It was an ordeal at first, when it would try to grab unsuspecting drifters, but it has since calmed down, mostly because Edward doesn't have to force it to mind its manners around Andrew. When the hand can get the gremlins out--when Edward doesn't have to deny himself--it behaves much better. Also, since meeting Andrew and finding a willing partner, the left hand has lost interest in trying to play grab ass with other drifters. It mostly reacts now when Edward is startled or afraid, and is still the first hand to rise to Edward's face and try to cover his scars or eyes when he's upset. That has been happening less frequently too, thankfully.
The left hand currently busies itself with shoving Andrew's boxers down and freeing his cock so it can wrap around it. For all its typical chaotic behaviour, the hand is very gentle as it starts loosely stroking up and down Andrew's length. When the other hands get the rest of Andrew's clothes out of the way, they join in too, running up and down his thighs, carefully pushing them open, one hand cupping Andrew's balls in its palm. Edward has started to realise Andrew has a thing for hands, and he has plenty of them to go around.
When Andrew runs his claws along his back, Edward arches it down low, his abdomen coming down to touch Andrew's as his head rolls back. He loses Andrew's fingers from his mouth as he groans, his eyes closing as claws leave little lightning trails over his skin. When they come back, he arches his back upwards, like a frightened cat's, and presses his lips to the long column of Andrew's throat.
If Andrew ever found that out, he would be both charmed and empathetic. Let the left hand free. Let Edward eventually become more comfortable and do the things he wanted to do without shame. ...Those were things Andrew had trouble with, himself. He had been making progress, though, and he knew very well what the struggle was like.
This wasn't the first time he'd had Edward's hands on him, but if felt every bit as electric as any other time, no matter where Edward was touching him. His brain absolutely scrambled for a moment, with hands on his cock, and for a few breaths he was running purely on reflex, instinct, and whatever it was his own hands were doing. Both of them were on Edward's back now, not only reacting to his reaction, but remembering, suddenly, how his claws on Edward's back had gone the very first time.
He groaned, even as he moved his legs for Edward, his hips pressing up into his hands. His claws dragged down Edward's back again, light for the most part, but it was all too easy, with how distracted he was, to accidentally use a little more force here and there. Nothing too much, just enough for a more proper scratch, maybe a very light nick. His eyes slid closed and he tipped his head back, baring his throat to Edward, breath hitching in his chest.
Andrew doesn't need to worry at all about how forcefully he's using his claws. Edward is pressing into them either way, and when they go just a fraction too deep, he groans against Andrew's neck.
"Yes... like that..."
The edge between pain and pleasure is exactly what Edward wants, even if he's only just now realising that's what he likes.
He doesn't let it distract him too much, though; he's a gentleman, after all, and isn't going to leave Andrew taut and wanting. He trails wet, enthusiastic kisses down the line of Andrew's throat and onto his check, pausing to tentatively suck a bruise on his skin under his collarbone. If Andrew seems to like that, Edward is going to keep at it, making a meandering line of them down Andrew's front.
It's not a straight path to Andrew's groin. Edward veers off to mouth at one of Andrew's nipples, then grazes his teeth along his ribs. At one point, the mandibles that usually rest on either side of Edward's jaw pop out of his mouth, and then there are light lines scored on either side of the marks left by his mouth.
Edward retracts the mandibles when he gets near Andrew's navel, where he finds a trail of hair leading downward and is positively enraptured by it, smothering it with kisses and the faintest little nips with his teeth.
Oh. Andrew was going to file away that piece of information, especially now that he was more coherent, enough that he would be able to actually remember the rest of the time, not just when he literally had his claws on Edward's back and was reminded. He felt extremely similarly, himself, about that line between pain and pleasure, though he'd never actually said anything about it out loud.
He relaxed a bit about his claws, hands wandering and mapping out the lines of Edward's back, sweeping palms followed by the drag of claws. There wasn't much room for doubt about whether or not Andrew enjoyed the bruise Edward sucked into his skin, with his low, throaty groan. Yes, he liked that, and a small wave of goosebumps broke out over his skin.
The lower Edward moved, the high Andrew's hands shifted, from his back to his shoulders, a palm skimming the back of his neck, gently sliding his fingers into his hair. So he might have (he did), accidentally, pulled on Edward's hair reflexively when he felt his...mandibles? Had he been aware that he had those? He didn't think he'd been. But either way, the brief, accidental hair pulling was part of an entirely positive reaction. It had been a surprise, but a good one, and Andrew made some sort of noise, a breathless whine.
"Didn't realize you've been hiding those this whole time." He sounded equally breathless, flushed. Not to be confused with a complaint, because he definitely wasn't complaining. He had zero issues with anything that was happening, as if his unwavering erection didn't make that wildly clear.
Edward has not shown Andrew his mandibles yet! He tends to keep them in his mouth when he can, as he knows they make his face appear more insectoid than usual. The spider legs bother him far less than the mandibles, strangely enough. He's also hesitant to expose them because he mostly uses them for killing monsters that are caught in his webs.
It's a surprise, and not an unwelcome one, when Andrew sounds so pleased about them. Edward lifts his head, looking flushed and pleased, and slowly lets them slide back out from the corners of his mouth.
"I haven't showed you these before?" His words get a little mushy around the edges with them out, but he's still understandable. He lowers his head a bit and traces the tips of his mandibles along the line of Andrew's treasure trail, like he's drawing lines on either side of it. When he gets to the tip of Andrew's cock, Edward shifts his head's position, letting the mandibles rest flat on Andrew's abdomen so he can get his mouth close enough to mouth at him. He's going to have to retract them to do any proper sucking, but they can fool around with them a little first, if Andrew is still into it.
With everything that Andrew had told Edward about himself, how he'd spent the better part of a decade and change hiding things he could do, things that were part of who he was, that he was frightened of--he understood. He understood hiding things or not talking about them because they felt uncomfortable, or there was a worry someone would be judgy. Andrew wasn't judgy. He wasn't uncomfortable with Edward's changes or spider parts, though he would admit it took him a few blinks to properly parse the sight of the mandibles. They were different--not 'bad' different, just different.
"No. I'd definitely remember those." Also not a complaint, and neither was the way he went a little more still for a moment as he watched those mandibles get closer to his cock. He trusted Edward and- yeah no, he was still very into this. Especially with the first touch of his mouth--Andrew might've shivered in the split second before contact, he was so eager for it.
"Oh-" Yeah, that was good, and his light tug on Edward's hair was entirely an encouragement.
Edward is pretty sure he wouldn't like anyone's mandibles getting that close to his cock, regardless of how much control or experience the other party had using them, so after mouthing at Andrew a bit more, he slips them back into his mouth. They might come out again later, but for now, he has other concerns.
Which chiefly consist of propping himself up between Andrew's thighs--using the elbows of his second pair of arms, and those hands to push Andrew's legs apart--and gently taking hold of Andrew's cock to lift it up away from his abdomen. Then Edward closes his eyes and bends low over it, running his tongue along its entire length.
He isn't as confident about what to do as Andrew was, so when he gets to the head of it, Edward curls his tongue around it for a moment before letting go and teasing just under the glans. The whole time, he's paying close attention to any clues Andrew gives him. The hair pulling was a good one, as are the sounds he's making.
The gremlin left hand is the only hand not currently occupied--which, for the first time, Edward did on purpose, knowing that hand would find some way to amuse itself--and it sinks down to Andrew's balls. It gets both of them in a very loose fist, with the back of its knuckles brushing against Andrew's body, and gives them an appreciative caress.
Fair, honestly. And though Andrew was somewhere in the middle on really deciding how he felt about Edward's mandibles so close to his cock, it was easy enough for him to get distracted by Edward's hands, his touch, and then his mouth, the slide of his tongue. That alone was enough to have a shiver rolling down his spine, a breathy whine in the back of his throat.
His own confidence before had been a combination of the 'fake it till you make it' mentality and sheer eagerness, so he wasn't surprised nor disappointed that Edward took a slower approach. He was doing fine, too, and Andrew was sure both of them would get plenty of hands on experience to get more familiar with things, to discover what worked best, what felt good. He'd always enjoyed learning, but he was especially eager and invested in this, invested in Edward.
Andrew was also an open book in this moment, his fingers tightening in Edward's hair, claws grazing his scalp when he curled his tongue around the head of his cock. He wasn't watching anymore, if only because it felt like a whole lot of effort right now to keep his eyes open, instead of just closing them and melting into the sensations.
He would've been (pleasantly) surprised either way though, when the gremlin left hand ended up on his balls. Between the brush of knuckles and the caress, Andrew expressed his own appreciation with a little groan and a slight twitch of his hips. And maybe a little tug on Edward's hair, too.
Thus far, this has been the finest example in Edward's life of something he'd like to learn through using his hands and experimenting. Book knowledge is great and all, but there's something to be said for just getting in there and trying things out to find out what works, particularly for something as pleasurable as this.
He makes a soft purring sound when Andrew pulls his hair, and with that encouragement, Edward opens his mouth wider and bobs his head down, taking Andrew fully into his mouth. He holds him there, feeling the weight and heft of him on his tongue, and Edward's dick gives an interested twitch between his legs. It's too soon for him to be back to full mast again, but he could be within a few minutes, as this continues.
Edward swallows then, the back of his throat caressing the head of Andrew's cock, before he starts bobbing up and down, lathing his tongue along the shaft with every movement. Between Andrew's legs, the gremlin left hand rubs the back of its knuckles against the space between Andrew's balls and his hole, before giving his balls another squeeze.
Andrew wasn't sure there was any kind of book knowledge or reading that could compare to learning something like this hands on. It wasn't just that reading about it could never compare to actually doing, but that he wouldn't trade something like this for the distance of impersonal knowledge. He wouldn't trade Edward for anything.
Especially not when he made Andrew feel like he was melting, in the best way possible. It was more than that, not just the physical sensations, but everything he felt, every emotion. He hadn't expected anything like this when he'd first met Edward, or when he'd found him on Andrew's birthday. He hadn't realized, either, just exactly how lonely he'd been, how much he'd wanted to be able to be genuine with someone, to not hide parts of himself, to talk to someone, and be accepted. And not just accepted, but wanted, cared about.
It was all of that, every bit, that blended together and made the physical more. No more pretending either, no more ignoring his attraction or doing his best to not acknowledge it because he was too scared to. Embracing things had brought a lightness to his life, a weight off his shoulders. He felt more comfortable with himself now than he ever really had.
Which brought him back around to now, the way his hips canted up, unable to stop himself, when Edward took him all the way into his mouth. He was equally unable to stop himself when he moaned--and he wouldn't have stopped himself even if he'd been able to. What he was trying to do was keep himself scraped together for longer than he had in the past, like the first time Edward had touched him.
It was so good, everything, and he'd never realized, either, how sensitive that spot was that Edward's gremlin hand rubbed its knuckles against. It was apparent now though, and he shivered, pleasant sensation sliding over his skin. He tugged, light but firm, on Edward's hair, both so as not to accidentally yank, and so he wouldn't interrupt or derail what he was doing, the bob of his head pulling another moan from Andrew. That didn't stop his other hand from sliding across the curve of a shoulder though, the back of Edward's neck, wherever he could easily reach, claws grazing lightly.
Edward hadn't expected things to go this way when he first met Andrew, either. He had noticed him around the convoy before they spoke, but Edward had held back from introducing himself because he was worried about how his spider body would be perceived. He doesn't like frightening people, and the spider body had been very new then, very unusual. But then Andrew had introduced himself, and been so friendly and pleasant, so unafraid or unbothered, that it had given Edward the confidence to be more open about walking around in half-spider. Now they're together, and Andrew is so sweet and accepting, so kind and genuinely interested and attracted to Edward, to all of Edward, that it makes things like this all the better.
Edward had had no idea it could be this good, that he could be this tuned in with another person. He'd really never known.
Every sound Andrew makes is music to his ears, and Edward makes a pleased little purring sound in the back of his throat. He tilts his shoulder towards Andrew's hand, into the path of his claws, and bobs down a little more firmly on his cock so that his hair is stretched taut in Andrew's hand. His tongue curls around Andrew's shaft as Edward pushes his head all the way down, feeling the head of Andrew's dick lodge firmly against the back of his throat. Then he swallows, the muscles of his throat working around his cock.
Andrew couldn't imagine being afraid of or bothered by Edward, no matter how many legs he happened to have at any moment. From the very second he'd realized that, yes, Edward really was as chill and kind as he'd seemed at first, Andrew had been more relaxed around him than anyone else. There was something incredibly...soothing, grounding, about how calm Edward was, when Andrew definitely leaned towards being high strung. Andrew spooked at shadows, and he couldn't always keep his racing thoughts from making him restless. Fidgeting. Worrying. But he fidgeted less, spooked less, worried less when he was around Edward--and sometimes, in general, since meeting him and growing ever closer. Andrew was so much more than just happy with him.
The sound Edward made had Andrew's skin flushing again, all heat and desire. Without thinking about it, more on reflex than anything, he moved his hand to be able to drag his claws more firmly along Edward's shoulder. Not enough to break skin, but enough to scratch. His other hand tightened in Edward's hair, and the next moment his claws dug into his shoulder, another reflexive response that he didn't think about. He was much more distracted by, and focused on, the way Edward's mouth felt on him. How it drove him wild, how it was so good he was both nearly melting and nearly feral with it all.
"Fuck." Andrew's voice was more hoarse than he'd been expecting, a rasping moan that nearly caught him off guard. "That's so good."
Edward was so good, and the both of them might have been learning as they were going, but that didn't mean it didn't feel so good that Andrew wasn't struggling to keep himself together. Because it did, and he was. He felt strung taut in a might-unravel-at-the-seams-sooner-rather-than-later sort of way.
The way Andrew's voice rasps, the way it's gone deep and hoarse with desire, does things to Edward he didn't think were possible. Namely, it makes his own dick twitch, like it has suddenly woken up and become interested in another round. Edward didn't think it would be possible to be ready again so soon, and yet here he is.
Andrew's claws make bright, excited fuchsia flare and bloom through the vibrations, almost like a little wing growing off Edward's shoulder. Edward swallows again before bobbing back upwards, until just the head of Andrew's cock is still in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, then tries to send a hive mind thought to Andrew. He's gotten used to sharing vibrations, and making them appear for Andrew, but he hasn't tried sending words yet. As such, he keeps the messaging simple and to the point.
come for me
He bobs back down then, a long, slow slide down the length of Andrew's shaft.
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But here... he still grappled with his anxiety, but everything didn't feel so much like it was going to eat him alive anymore. He had room to breathe, and it'd been so long since he'd felt like he could relax, really relax.
He couldn't begin to imagine how awful it had been for Edward to lose his vision, and then the moments that came afterward, trying to adjust when nothing would be the same again. He had a few theories, by this time, about what had happened to Edward's vision, but he wasn't going to ask. Dragging up those memories and making him talk about it wasn't something Andrew was in a hurry to do. He knew very well what it was like to not want to talk about certain things, and either way, it wasn't like he needed to know.
There was a lump in his throat again, and he wasn't quite sure when it'd returned, but he wasn't sure when his tears had returned, either, until one snaked down the side of his face. It was a slightly awkward combination of emotions, but he did his best to ignore that awkwardness--acknowledging it would only make it worse, he was sure--and instead gently tugged Edward's hand closer so he could kiss the back of it.
"I do. And you make me want to be better, too," he murmured, trying to sniffle subtly. Edward accepted him too, all of him--even the parts Andrew thought he'd always have to keep hidden from people--and that was something he hardly knew how to verbalize, for what it meant to him.
Fortunately, he didn't have to try and struggle with those words, his brain getting the memo that his body hadn't forgotten how wound tight he was. He was pretty sure, actually, that being emotional just made him want Edward more, made him crave more closeness, more intimacy. He watched, quiet and intent, interested, when Edward took his fingers into his mouth. Goosebumps spread over his skin and he exhaled in a rush, a soft affected noise followed by, "Oh."
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But not today. Things are going too well and feeling too good to bring it up today.
Andrew's reaction to having his fingers in Edward's mouth is excellent, and Edward tries the tongue swirl again before lightly sucking on them. He's not sure he's getting quite the same enjoyment from this as Andrew does or is, but since Andrew likes it so much, he puts his all into it.
In the meantime, with four hands at his disposal and crazy spider strength that he is just starting to realise he has, Edward starts moving Andrew around, getting them both positioned. It's easy enough to flip Andrew onto his back and then climb on top of him, straddling him with one leg on either side of his hips. Then two hands get to work on his belt and zipper, only slightly hindered by the hussy left hand, which makes a dive into Andrew's trousers as soon as the zipper teeth part.
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The ease with which he maneuvered Andrew was thrilling--and a bit startling, though not bad--in ways he'd only recently started processing. He liked it, and he couldn't help the breathless way he laughed, light and pleased. In the next moment, he made a very different sound, his breath hitching before he groaned, low. He wasn't sure he'd ever found out why, exactly, that particular left hand was such a gremlin--or if he did and just didn't remember--but he continued to appreciate its priorities.
Though it might have been in the way considering everything else going on, that didn't bother Andrew at the moment, made clear with the way he pressed his hips up against the eager left hand. It could be as much of a nuisance as it wanted to, so long as it kept touching him. His own free hand ended up on Edward's hip. Or thigh. Or both. One or the other, if he could make up his mind where he wanted his hand to be, rather than shifting it back and forth. Indecision was one of his worst enemies.
After a moment, he seemed to reach a decision, which was lightly grazing his claws along Edward's thigh before sliding his palm back up and repeating the motion all over again.
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The left hand currently busies itself with shoving Andrew's boxers down and freeing his cock so it can wrap around it. For all its typical chaotic behaviour, the hand is very gentle as it starts loosely stroking up and down Andrew's length. When the other hands get the rest of Andrew's clothes out of the way, they join in too, running up and down his thighs, carefully pushing them open, one hand cupping Andrew's balls in its palm. Edward has started to realise Andrew has a thing for hands, and he has plenty of them to go around.
When Andrew runs his claws along his back, Edward arches it down low, his abdomen coming down to touch Andrew's as his head rolls back. He loses Andrew's fingers from his mouth as he groans, his eyes closing as claws leave little lightning trails over his skin. When they come back, he arches his back upwards, like a frightened cat's, and presses his lips to the long column of Andrew's throat.
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This wasn't the first time he'd had Edward's hands on him, but if felt every bit as electric as any other time, no matter where Edward was touching him. His brain absolutely scrambled for a moment, with hands on his cock, and for a few breaths he was running purely on reflex, instinct, and whatever it was his own hands were doing. Both of them were on Edward's back now, not only reacting to his reaction, but remembering, suddenly, how his claws on Edward's back had gone the very first time.
He groaned, even as he moved his legs for Edward, his hips pressing up into his hands. His claws dragged down Edward's back again, light for the most part, but it was all too easy, with how distracted he was, to accidentally use a little more force here and there. Nothing too much, just enough for a more proper scratch, maybe a very light nick. His eyes slid closed and he tipped his head back, baring his throat to Edward, breath hitching in his chest.
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"Yes... like that..."
The edge between pain and pleasure is exactly what Edward wants, even if he's only just now realising that's what he likes.
He doesn't let it distract him too much, though; he's a gentleman, after all, and isn't going to leave Andrew taut and wanting. He trails wet, enthusiastic kisses down the line of Andrew's throat and onto his check, pausing to tentatively suck a bruise on his skin under his collarbone. If Andrew seems to like that, Edward is going to keep at it, making a meandering line of them down Andrew's front.
It's not a straight path to Andrew's groin. Edward veers off to mouth at one of Andrew's nipples, then grazes his teeth along his ribs. At one point, the mandibles that usually rest on either side of Edward's jaw pop out of his mouth, and then there are light lines scored on either side of the marks left by his mouth.
Edward retracts the mandibles when he gets near Andrew's navel, where he finds a trail of hair leading downward and is positively enraptured by it, smothering it with kisses and the faintest little nips with his teeth.
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He relaxed a bit about his claws, hands wandering and mapping out the lines of Edward's back, sweeping palms followed by the drag of claws. There wasn't much room for doubt about whether or not Andrew enjoyed the bruise Edward sucked into his skin, with his low, throaty groan. Yes, he liked that, and a small wave of goosebumps broke out over his skin.
The lower Edward moved, the high Andrew's hands shifted, from his back to his shoulders, a palm skimming the back of his neck, gently sliding his fingers into his hair. So he might have (he did), accidentally, pulled on Edward's hair reflexively when he felt his...mandibles? Had he been aware that he had those? He didn't think he'd been. But either way, the brief, accidental hair pulling was part of an entirely positive reaction. It had been a surprise, but a good one, and Andrew made some sort of noise, a breathless whine.
"Didn't realize you've been hiding those this whole time." He sounded equally breathless, flushed. Not to be confused with a complaint, because he definitely wasn't complaining. He had zero issues with anything that was happening, as if his unwavering erection didn't make that wildly clear.
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It's a surprise, and not an unwelcome one, when Andrew sounds so pleased about them. Edward lifts his head, looking flushed and pleased, and slowly lets them slide back out from the corners of his mouth.
"I haven't showed you these before?" His words get a little mushy around the edges with them out, but he's still understandable. He lowers his head a bit and traces the tips of his mandibles along the line of Andrew's treasure trail, like he's drawing lines on either side of it. When he gets to the tip of Andrew's cock, Edward shifts his head's position, letting the mandibles rest flat on Andrew's abdomen so he can get his mouth close enough to mouth at him. He's going to have to retract them to do any proper sucking, but they can fool around with them a little first, if Andrew is still into it.
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"No. I'd definitely remember those." Also not a complaint, and neither was the way he went a little more still for a moment as he watched those mandibles get closer to his cock. He trusted Edward and- yeah no, he was still very into this. Especially with the first touch of his mouth--Andrew might've shivered in the split second before contact, he was so eager for it.
"Oh-" Yeah, that was good, and his light tug on Edward's hair was entirely an encouragement.
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Which chiefly consist of propping himself up between Andrew's thighs--using the elbows of his second pair of arms, and those hands to push Andrew's legs apart--and gently taking hold of Andrew's cock to lift it up away from his abdomen. Then Edward closes his eyes and bends low over it, running his tongue along its entire length.
He isn't as confident about what to do as Andrew was, so when he gets to the head of it, Edward curls his tongue around it for a moment before letting go and teasing just under the glans. The whole time, he's paying close attention to any clues Andrew gives him. The hair pulling was a good one, as are the sounds he's making.
The gremlin left hand is the only hand not currently occupied--which, for the first time, Edward did on purpose, knowing that hand would find some way to amuse itself--and it sinks down to Andrew's balls. It gets both of them in a very loose fist, with the back of its knuckles brushing against Andrew's body, and gives them an appreciative caress.
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His own confidence before had been a combination of the 'fake it till you make it' mentality and sheer eagerness, so he wasn't surprised nor disappointed that Edward took a slower approach. He was doing fine, too, and Andrew was sure both of them would get plenty of hands on experience to get more familiar with things, to discover what worked best, what felt good. He'd always enjoyed learning, but he was especially eager and invested in this, invested in Edward.
Andrew was also an open book in this moment, his fingers tightening in Edward's hair, claws grazing his scalp when he curled his tongue around the head of his cock. He wasn't watching anymore, if only because it felt like a whole lot of effort right now to keep his eyes open, instead of just closing them and melting into the sensations.
He would've been (pleasantly) surprised either way though, when the gremlin left hand ended up on his balls. Between the brush of knuckles and the caress, Andrew expressed his own appreciation with a little groan and a slight twitch of his hips. And maybe a little tug on Edward's hair, too.
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He makes a soft purring sound when Andrew pulls his hair, and with that encouragement, Edward opens his mouth wider and bobs his head down, taking Andrew fully into his mouth. He holds him there, feeling the weight and heft of him on his tongue, and Edward's dick gives an interested twitch between his legs. It's too soon for him to be back to full mast again, but he could be within a few minutes, as this continues.
Edward swallows then, the back of his throat caressing the head of Andrew's cock, before he starts bobbing up and down, lathing his tongue along the shaft with every movement. Between Andrew's legs, the gremlin left hand rubs the back of its knuckles against the space between Andrew's balls and his hole, before giving his balls another squeeze.
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Especially not when he made Andrew feel like he was melting, in the best way possible. It was more than that, not just the physical sensations, but everything he felt, every emotion. He hadn't expected anything like this when he'd first met Edward, or when he'd found him on Andrew's birthday. He hadn't realized, either, just exactly how lonely he'd been, how much he'd wanted to be able to be genuine with someone, to not hide parts of himself, to talk to someone, and be accepted. And not just accepted, but wanted, cared about.
It was all of that, every bit, that blended together and made the physical more. No more pretending either, no more ignoring his attraction or doing his best to not acknowledge it because he was too scared to. Embracing things had brought a lightness to his life, a weight off his shoulders. He felt more comfortable with himself now than he ever really had.
Which brought him back around to now, the way his hips canted up, unable to stop himself, when Edward took him all the way into his mouth. He was equally unable to stop himself when he moaned--and he wouldn't have stopped himself even if he'd been able to. What he was trying to do was keep himself scraped together for longer than he had in the past, like the first time Edward had touched him.
It was so good, everything, and he'd never realized, either, how sensitive that spot was that Edward's gremlin hand rubbed its knuckles against. It was apparent now though, and he shivered, pleasant sensation sliding over his skin. He tugged, light but firm, on Edward's hair, both so as not to accidentally yank, and so he wouldn't interrupt or derail what he was doing, the bob of his head pulling another moan from Andrew. That didn't stop his other hand from sliding across the curve of a shoulder though, the back of Edward's neck, wherever he could easily reach, claws grazing lightly.
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Edward had had no idea it could be this good, that he could be this tuned in with another person. He'd really never known.
Every sound Andrew makes is music to his ears, and Edward makes a pleased little purring sound in the back of his throat. He tilts his shoulder towards Andrew's hand, into the path of his claws, and bobs down a little more firmly on his cock so that his hair is stretched taut in Andrew's hand. His tongue curls around Andrew's shaft as Edward pushes his head all the way down, feeling the head of Andrew's dick lodge firmly against the back of his throat. Then he swallows, the muscles of his throat working around his cock.
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The sound Edward made had Andrew's skin flushing again, all heat and desire. Without thinking about it, more on reflex than anything, he moved his hand to be able to drag his claws more firmly along Edward's shoulder. Not enough to break skin, but enough to scratch. His other hand tightened in Edward's hair, and the next moment his claws dug into his shoulder, another reflexive response that he didn't think about. He was much more distracted by, and focused on, the way Edward's mouth felt on him. How it drove him wild, how it was so good he was both nearly melting and nearly feral with it all.
"Fuck." Andrew's voice was more hoarse than he'd been expecting, a rasping moan that nearly caught him off guard. "That's so good."
Edward was so good, and the both of them might have been learning as they were going, but that didn't mean it didn't feel so good that Andrew wasn't struggling to keep himself together. Because it did, and he was. He felt strung taut in a might-unravel-at-the-seams-sooner-rather-than-later sort of way.
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Andrew's claws make bright, excited fuchsia flare and bloom through the vibrations, almost like a little wing growing off Edward's shoulder. Edward swallows again before bobbing back upwards, until just the head of Andrew's cock is still in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, then tries to send a hive mind thought to Andrew. He's gotten used to sharing vibrations, and making them appear for Andrew, but he hasn't tried sending words yet. As such, he keeps the messaging simple and to the point.
come for me
He bobs back down then, a long, slow slide down the length of Andrew's shaft.
I want to taste you