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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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