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.
Oh. Oh. As if the feeling and sensations of everything hadn't been enough alone, pushing him ever closer, Edward's simple hive mind message was anything but simple. It was searing, and it immediately tipped him over from feeling like he was melting to full blown- melted or slush or whatever it was that could describe the next step from that. It took him by surprise, but it wasn't like he'd actually had any idea how things would affect him. He knew it was different than things had ever been before, and he remembered how much more intense everything had been the first time with Edward. Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised now. But he still was.
He gasped, wrecked, groaning when he had the breath to. He liked the way his thoughts scrambled, no room to overthink, no space to worry, nothing but the here and now, with Edward's hands and mouth on him. That also meant he had no coherent thought to say he was about to come; he just did. He unraveled, losing hold of any threads of control, nothing but pleasure and release.
His hips canted up again, fingers tightening in Edward's hair, claws pressing into his shoulder with enough force, unintentionally, that they might end up drawing a slight bit of blood. At some point, he might even remember to actually ask about that, in some capacity. That wasn't going to be at this exact moment, though.
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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
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He gasped, wrecked, groaning when he had the breath to. He liked the way his thoughts scrambled, no room to overthink, no space to worry, nothing but the here and now, with Edward's hands and mouth on him. That also meant he had no coherent thought to say he was about to come; he just did. He unraveled, losing hold of any threads of control, nothing but pleasure and release.
His hips canted up again, fingers tightening in Edward's hair, claws pressing into his shoulder with enough force, unintentionally, that they might end up drawing a slight bit of blood. At some point, he might even remember to actually ask about that, in some capacity. That wasn't going to be at this exact moment, though.