"Good." Both that he'd said it before, and that Edward didn't mind hearing it some more. Maybe even liked hearing it.
The vibrations still never ceased to be mesmerizing, especially now that they had color. He liked the golden flowers, and the rich teal that accompanied them--he wondered what that meant, the new color. He tucked aside the question for a moment when he saw those yellow electric spikes. Anxiety was a very good word (spot on, honestly) for the things Andrew felt, himself, but that he never really acknowledged and certainly never put a name to. He just knew he got overwhelmed sometimes, refused to deal with certain things or situations, and he knew, in a way, it was connected to his firm monthly limit on difficult conversations. He understood anxiety.
"I think I will, too," he said. He'd never liked waking up alone in the dark, trying to figure out if he'd only been dreaming or if there was a real threat. It was harder to quiet his thoughts, to keep from thinking about things he didn't want to unbox in the middle of the night. And he didn't think he was the only one. "We'll chase away the dark for each other." Even if it was something as simple as being curled up together in the same bed. It meant a whole lot more to him than just something simple.
His skin tingled with warmth with every kiss against the back of his neck and shoulder, and he smiled when he saw the way they showed up in the vibrations. He hadn't been sure if it was too much to say he'd happily climb into bed with Edward every night he was welcome to, but he was glad it wasn't. The idea of the Hellcat pulling a trailer was both silly and wholesome, but before he could finish formulating his opinion on it, he heard all the honking outside, and he couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Maybe, yeah. You think some of that noise means one of 'em's excited about the idea of trailer buddies?" One of them definitely did not sound excited, but.
"I like the sounds of that." Edward smiles against Andrew's shoulder. "We can be each other's guardians against the bad dreams."
He shifts, rearranging himself to get more comfortable. The bed is fairly bare, with only one thin pillow and a pair of blankets. It was all Edward could carry on the motorcycle alone, and it was suitable when he was sleeping alone in his tent. Now though, with two of them and a dedicated space, Edward will be on the prowl for blankets and pillows. He might not be part bird like some of his friends, but the nesting instinct is strong all the same.
"I know my bike is excited about being back in use." More high-pitched honking from outside, accompanied by the sounds of what is probably a very irritating bike driving enthusiastic donuts around the Hellcat. "I'll apologise to the Hellcat later. I'm sure it's making itself a nuisance."
But the vehicles can wait. One of Edward's hands--not the usual suspect of the second left hand, but a different one--moves along Andrew's ribs to the space where his shirt meets the top of his jeans. Edward slips his hand under Andrew's shirt and over his skin, pressing it flat against his lower abdomen before lightly tugging him backwards. Spooning is great and all, and he has plans to spoon the hell out of Andrew tonight and for as many nights afterward as they're granted, but Edward has his legs and all other equipment back, and he'd like to see what they can do with a partner. He's not fully erect, but what he pulls Andrew back onto isn't entirely flaccid either.
It did sound nice. "Yeah." He smiled, too, soft and warm.
The bed might have been pretty bare, but it was better than where Andrew had been sleeping most of the time he'd been here, which had been the backseat of the Hellcat. He hadn't even had a pillow, just a wadded up shirt and all the kinks in his neck to go with the strange positions he'd fall asleep in. This was vastly more comfortable, already.
"Sounds like it," he agreed. He was glad the motorcycle was in better spirits. "I'm sure she'll forgive you. She likes you." He wasn't sure at what point he'd made that sort of distinction with the Hellcat, but he did know he was far from the first, especially when it came to guys who modded and raced.
While he'd managed to completely forget about asking about the teal color, he had not quite forgotten other things. But he'd never turn down a nice little reminder, like Edward's hand sliding under his shirt to tug him backwards. Andrew's attention promptly split, half of it lingering on Edward's hand and the other various points of contact between them, the other half very focused on the feeling of Edward's dick. His breath caught and he pressed back, one hand reaching for Edward's hip, to touch for the sake of it, to encourage.
Andrew's interest was immediate, quicker than he would have expected, and he was reminded of the at-least-half-a-dozen things that had gone through his head on his birthday. The sort of things he'd wanted, that had sent his pulse surging while he'd just been thinking of them. He just had to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth so he could say something about anything.
"Yeah, I- yeah." Well...it was a start. It wasn't so much that he had trouble vocalizing his wants, but that he had trouble pinning those wants down and getting them into a shape he knew how to put into words. Decisions were sometimes one of those things he had trouble with, but that didn't mean he wanted any less, or was any less eager. "Got a lot of ideas about that, things we could do."
The Hellcat is feminine now? That doesn't surprise Edward in the slightest. Ships are always named after women, so it makes sense that cars would be feminine as well. "I like her too. She's a fine car."
And if you'd told him six months ago that one of his friends would be a car, Edward wouldn't have believed you, but here they are.
He can feel the change in Andrew's posture, the sudden tension running through his muscles. When he presses back and touches Edward's hip, bright pink sparks start running through the teal glow. They flit and run like tiny fish in a stream, excited and inquisitive, eager for whatever comes next. He mouthes at the back of Andrew's neck, pulling him back harder, and that has Edward springing to full mast, pressing against the back of Andrew's denims.
Edward does stop when Andrew speaks, his grip loosening as he waits to see what he has to say. The vibration fish start swimming again, more eagerly than before, when Andrew says he has some ideas.
"Do you?" Edward shifts, propping himself on one elbow and gently tugging Andrew onto his back. From here, the hand in Andrew's shirt moves up, exploring the muscles of his chest, while the other hand on that side reaches towards his face, tracing its thumb over his lower lip. "I'd love to hear them, because I have to admit, I am shooting in the dark with this."
He will bow before Andrew's more modern, more experienced wisdom.
"Yeah." And he was glad, charmed, even, that the Hellcat liked Edward, and vice versa.
If someone had told Andrew even last month he'd be glad about a motorcycle being in a better mood, he never would have believed it, either. But he couldn't say he minded, even with as silly as it was sometimes. He was pretty sure plenty of jokes had been made about how people would bond with anything. Like roombas.
The vibration fish snagged part of his attention for a moment, but not so much that he wasn't still acutely aware of everything else, a low groan rising in the back of his throat. It didn't take much to scatter his thoughts--and all the ideas--like papers in the wind. He had to chase them down and pull them all back, while he tried--and mostly failed--to resist the urge to tip his face into Edward's hand.
"I know the feeling." He was a little shy, was what he really meant. He might not have had much experience with men, but he still had experience, and he was figuring--hoping--some things weren't actually all that different. "There's a lot I haven't done, but I know what I want, and some things I like." He couldn't say he knew every thing he liked, because he didn't, but. "I thought we could go from there, figure out things we both like along the way." Mostly by doing things, he figured, and taking note of what felt good.
He paused for a moment, tipping his head to gently catch Edward's thumb between his teeth. It was the lightest of nips, and he held it for a second or two before letting go. "I've wanted to get my mouth on you for a while." Since his birthday, but it hadn't been an option then. So he'd waited. Quiet. Patient. While knowing he'd have no idea what he was doing, but remaining determined all the same.
"I want to suck you off. Or...we can do anything that sounds good to you." He had other ideas rattling around, though a few had some...logistical issues he hadn't worked out yet, such as his current lack of lube. But he had yet others where that wasn't a hurdle.
Edward smiles when Andrew explains himself, and nods in agreement. He assumes his own experience is less than Andrew's--his views on what people are like in the future may be slightly askew, based on who he's met in the convoy--and he's happy to follow Andrew's guidance. He can't really imagine asking explicitly for what he wants, at least not yet, but perhaps, with guidance and encouragement, he'll learn how to do that. It was difficult enough asking Andrew if he wanted to spend the night.
The excitement fish brighten and sparkle when Andrew holds his thumb between his teeth. Edward doesn't mind the nip at all; he's tracing Andrew's lower lip with his fingertips and considering trying to dip his fingertips into Andrew's mouth when Andrew makes his announcement about wanting to get his mouth on him.
Edward freezes; if he weren't sharing the vibrations, and if that warm teal glow hadn't suddenly exploded into bright pink excitement, it would almost seem like he's frightened. Then he full-body shudders, instinctively thrusting his hips forward and pressing what is now a fully excited and erect dick against Andrew's hip. "God, yes."
Very enthusiastic consent granted!
Edward ducks his head then to kiss Andrew, wet and hungry, half-rolling on top of him and pressing him into the mattress. His fingertips linger near the corner of Andrew's mouth, brushing against the crease of his lips.
Similarly, Andrew was a bit shy about things like asking for what he wanted. It was an awful lot of direct words for someone who frequently found words to be difficult. He wouldn't press Edward about things that were difficult for him to talk about or ask for, but guidance and encouragement and gentle positive reinforcement were all things Andrew thought genuinely helpful. And things that were helpful for him, too. A little encouragement and positive reinforcement went a long way with his confidence and comfort.
He was two seconds away from saying something about Edward's fingers when Edward froze. For the briefest half a second, Andrew felt a small spike of uncertainty--which evaporated in the next breath as the vibrations exploded into bright pink, clearly a positive reaction. For a moment, he melted with his relief, but then he couldn't help but chuckle, fond and pleased and charmed all by Edward's enthusiastic response. It felt a little like winning the lotto, suggesting something he'd had on his mind for weeks and having it met with such eagerness. With the added bonus of feeling Edward's erection against his hip.
He only managed to stop smiling when it was so he could kiss Edward back, curling an arm around his shoulders. He'd save his warning for how he might not be particularly good at things, seeing as how it would be his first time, for a little closer to that. For now, he focused on kissing--and a little something else.
"You can put your fingers in my mouth," he murmured in between kisses, "I'd like that." And Edward seemed to be pondering if Andrew would be alright with that, himself, so he figured it was the best move to make his thoughts on the matter clear.
Edward has certainly noticed how Andrew responds to positive reinforcement. It's why he's still sharing the vibrations right now; with anyone else, that bright pink explosion would have embarrassed him half to death and he'd have shut them down. But he knows Andrew likes seeing them, and that he probably likes knowing exactly how he's affecting Edward.
He makes a soft, affirming hum against Andrew's lips, letting a kiss linger before pulling back. He traces Andrew's lower lip with his fingers again, then Edward shyly slides two of them over Andrew's lip and into his mouth. As much as the idea turns him on, Edward has no idea how this is going to work in practice, and he'll be very much following Andrew's lead.
Andrew appreciated the shared vibrations, genuinely; they helped soothe his nerves. He also would deeply understand being embarrassed by the bright explosion, while at the same time, he wouldn't even be able to fathom the idea of doing something like teasing Edward about them. Sharing the vibrations with him felt like something special, something he was always delighted by. And yeah, he did like knowing exactly how he was affecting Edward, too.
His heart skipped, pulse surging for a moment, when Edward slid his fingers into his mouth. Andrew couldn't exactly verbally respond, but he thought he could get his answer across in other ways. He pressed his tongue to the pads of Edward's fingers, before sucking on them, slow but with intent. It was something like a preview of what he wanted to do when he was able to get his mouth on other parts of Edward, and maybe a little something like practice.
But he also just really enjoyed this, his eyes closing for a moment, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He groaned, low in the back of his throat, one hand pressed between Edward's shoulders, his other coming up to snag the side of his shirt.
So far, Edward has only shown the vibrations to a few people, and Andrew is the only one to see them more than once. His delight and enjoyment of them encourage Edward to keep sharing; it's also helpful sometimes to just let the vibrations do the talking, so Edward doesn't have to try and explain or verbalise what's going on with him.
When Edward first pressed his fingers into Andrew's mouth, a few of those yellow anxiety spikes sprung back into the pink glow, but they dissolve into nothingness when Andrew starts sucking on him. No one has ever done this before, to either his finger or anything else, and Edward's mind starts whirling with ideas about all the other places Andrew could put his mouth. He sucks in a soft, pleased breath, and a deep red starts blooming in the vibrations, spreading out from Edward's hips.
Well. It's not as if he was fooling anyone anyway.
Edward twines one of his other hands through Andrew's hair, getting a good fistful before giving it a long, slow tug. As he does, he dips his head downward to trace kisses along Andrew's collarbone and neck. The hand under Andrew's shirt finds one of his nipples and gives it an experimental tweak.
He noticed those yellow spikes wiggling back in, and he felt relieved when they evaporated. He was sort of winging things right now, and if he blundered into something Edward didn't like or was uncomfortable with, he wanted to be able to tell. So he wouldn't keep blundering into it. This wasn't one of those times though, and he might not have seen red as part of the vibrations before, but it didn't take him long to figure out what it probably meant.
It was a rush, knowing how Edward felt about things, the effect Andrew was having on him. And that, in turn, had an effect on Andrew. In addition to everything else that had an effect on him. Like Edward's hand in his hair, the slow tug sending a shiver racing down his spine. He flushed, faint but noticeable, even before the press of Edward's mouth made his skin warm. And then his fingers on Andrew's nipple were unexpectedly good, and he groaned.
He shifted, one hand pushing under the side of Edward's shirt to press his palm to skin, skimming down to rest on his hip. Tipping his head forward a bit, both lightly increasing the pull on his hair, the sensation on his scalp, and so he could get Edward's fingers a little more into his mouth. Before swirling his tongue around them.
It is so much easier to get awkward, potentially embarrassing discussions out of the way when he can just share his vibrations. Edward isn't entirely sure how he survived without them, before.
The red is new. It's another colour that has appeared because of Andrew, and Edward makes a soft purring sound in his throat when he notices it. He would be doing this with Andrew regardless of what the vibrations did; the fact that they keep changing and expanding as a result is a happy bonus.
Edward feels Andrew's groan around his fingers, and it's encouraging. He's going completely on instinct here, and it turns out that particular instinct was correct. He moves his hand from Andrew's chest to the bottom of his shirt, fussing with it, trying to push it above his head. It's challenging, with two of his other hands occupied and his own body trapping the third one. So Edward braces himself of the bed and lifts up, swinging his leg over Andrew and settling in a crouch on top of his groin. Now he has both lower hands free, and they immediately go for Andrew's shirt, pushing it up to his armpits and exposing his torso.
"Much better." Edward sounds immensely pleased with himself, and if he could see, he'd sit back and admire how Andrew looks right now. Since the vibrations are showing him all that anyway--and it's an amazing sight--he dives back down, his second pair of hands all over Andrew's torso, with the cheeky left one paying particular attention to his nipples.
He shudders when Andrew swirls his tongue around his fingers, and Edward grinds his hips forward, pressing their groins together. They're separated by fabric, but he can feel Andrew's erection through it, and Edward deliberately pushes against that. The red around his hips blooms out further, and the bright pink excitement starts to darken, like it too is on the verge of turning red.
Andrew was interested in finding out what other colors they could bring to the vibrations. They seemed to be discovering or causing new ones at a pretty good pace.
He had a feeling he knew what Edward was trying to accomplish when he moved, but he wasn't quite in a position to help--nor did he actually want to interrupt certain things. Though he would have if Edward had needed him to. He seemed to have everything under control, and Andrew opened his eyes when Edward shifted over him, straddling him, and he was glad he did. Appreciating the sight of him, he slid both hands down to Edward's hips, resting there after he'd gotten Andrew's shirt pushed up.
If he could have smiled with fingers in his mouth, he would have. Though he did manage a pleased little smirk. In the next moment, the next breath, he groaned again. He felt like a live wire, like every part of him was at attention and eager for Edward. Andrew might have gotten a slight bit distracted from his original intention, but he hadn't forgotten, not by a long shot. Though this was quite a pleasant little detour.
Especially when Edward pushed against his erection, the pressure startling him with how good it was, and he moaned--not low, not quiet. Reflexively, he jerked his hips up, fingers pressing in along Edward's waist. He sort-of-intentionally-sort-of-accidentally nipped Edward's fingers, light but noticeable. While Andrew did want to explore biting--he already knew he liked it, biting and being bitten--he didn't think Edward would much appreciate accidental finger chomping.
Edward laughs out loud when Andrew moans, delighted that something he's done got that much of a response. He grinds down over Andrew's groin, deliberately pushing back when Andrew jerks his hips upward, and goddamn, but that feels amazing.
Andrew biting his fingers makes him jump, though, and Edward soothes his thumb over Andrew's lower lip. "Easy, there... I have spares but I'd like to keep all of them."
One amputation recently was enough.
With that, he lowers himself down until they're nearly touching, Edward tracing kisses on Andrew's collarbones again. From this angle, he can grind his erection down against Andrew's better, and Edward does exactly that, pushing back and down, his hips moving under Andrew's hands. He moves on from Andrew's collarbones quickly enough, drifting lower until he's kissing one of Andrew's nipples. Then, as gently as he can, he grips it between his teeth.
Edward is already sharing the vibrations, so it feels completely natural to reach out with the hive mind, and try something he and Root have been practicing. He tries to send a simple message into Andrew's head, while he still has his teeth close to a very sensitive spot.
He liked hearing Edward laugh, especially right now, knowing what he did about the reason why. He would've been just as delighted in Edward's position. Actually, Andrew was still really damn delighted in his own position. At least, until he felt the way Edward jumped when Andrew bit his fingers. He hadn't meant to, or rather, not that hard. He didn't want to hurt him and he definitely didn't want to take off pieces of him.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn't say anything about how much he liked Edward's 'spares', all of his hands and everything else. Technically, he could have if he'd wanted to dislodge the fingers in his mouth. Which he did not want to do. So instead, he did his best to apologize without words, soothing his tongue along the places his teeth had been before resuming a slow suck.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, in the sort of way where he wished he could do multiple things at the same time and didn't have enough hands for it all. Prioritizing things was a bit of a struggle at first, especially when he kept getting distracted, kept pushing his hips up now and then. But he kept one hand on Edward's hips, his other sliding down his thigh, blindly seeking his erection. Andrew sucked in a breath when he made contact, brushing his fingers along lightly, exploratory and appreciative.
And then the next moment, Edward's teeth were on his nipple and Andrew's brain short-circuited, hand going still. The message was received loud and clear, Edward's question, but it took Andrew a moment to be able to form coherent thoughts. He didn't know, not a single bit, how the hive mind worked, if his resounding yes was as clear as he wanted it to be. If it wasn't, his helpless, pleased groan would hopefully be helpful.
Andrew didn't really hurt Edward; he just surprised him. Edward wasn't expecting to be bitten--perhaps foolishly, considering he has his fingers in Andrew's mouth--so he startled when it happened. Andrew's apology comes through loud and clear, and Edward glides his thumb over his upper lip.
Any worries about biting are immediately washed away when Andrew's hand finds his cock. The noise Edward makes is something he didn't realise his throat could produce, somewhere between a groan and a whine, and he shamelessly cants his hips forward, pressing himself into Andrew's hand.
But then Andrew stops, and Edward does too, suddenly worried he's gone too far. Before the anxiety spikes can re-emerge, the hive mind comes through and delivers Andrew's resounding yes, and Edward laughs in relief. He sends another message through the hive mind, quick and succinct, and he's very pleased with himself for learning about this.
:)
Successful communication done, Edward slowly applies more pressure with his teeth, nipping Andrew before resetting to nip again. He's not biting hard, certainly not breaking the skin, just enough to send little flashes of pain before he moves on.
Oh. If Edward's teeth on his nipple hadn't made Andrew's brain short-circuit, than hearing the sound he made when Andrew touched his cock absolutely would have. He was so caught up in trying to get his brain working again that he hardly noticed the way Edward also stopped for a moment. Between Edward's laugh and the hive mind connection--which he was deeply curious about--he was pretty confident that things were going well.
Andrew curled his fingers around Edward's cock, loose at first as he mapped out the feel of him. He'd only ever touched himself like this before, but it didn't take long for him to settle in, more comfortable and confident. He still wanted to get his mouth on him when he could, when he could bear changing positions and the fact he wouldn't be able to have Edward's mouth on him when he had his mouth on Edward.
Each nip was good, and all strung together, one after the other, they were delicious little sparks of pain that made him shiver while he groaned. He tightened his grip, more firm than loose, before stroking Edward, slow the first time from base to tip and back down again. Andrew liked the feel of him, liked touching him, and he liked every other part of things, too. 'Liked' was probably an understatement, really, but it worked well enough for now, when his focus was in two or three different places.
Edward barely understands the hive mind himself. He had no one to practice with until Root showed up, and she's only been here a short time. Most of the time, what he sends is accidental. Learning about emojis has helped, though. They let him send fairly complicated ideas without trying to use a great many words to do so. It's also easier to send hive mind messages to people who know him well, hence why it flows fairly easily with Andrew, especially when they're this close.
Andrew may not have experience touching anyone but himself, but that is clearly enough; Edward eagerly thrusts his hips forward, into Andrew's grip, and with every twist of Andrew's wrist, Edward groans against his skin. He starts losing his focus for biting, his teeth giving way to damp, clumsy kisses, and his entire body shivers as he's touched.
It isn't long before Edward reaches down with one hand and catches Andrew's, stilling his strokes. "If you... keep doing that... I'm going to make a mess of us both."
He's teetering on the very edge of something explosive, and it might already be too late to fend off the inevitable. Edward gently pulls his fingers out of Andrew's mouth and sends that hand up into his hair, getting a good grip on it and pulling.
It was easy to get wrapped up in things, to stop overthinking and just exist in this moment. Andrew didn't usually have a whole lot of times where his mind felt clear. Not empty, but not weighed down with a dozen different things, either. Every one of those clear, light moments recently had come about when he was with Edward.
After a breath, and then another, Andrew processed Edward's hand on his, and then the sound of his voice. He didn't care one bit, quite suddenly, about things like dealing with the aftermath of making a mess. He wanted that mess. Gasping in a breath when Edward pulled his fingers out of his mouth, Andrew promptly exhaled on a whine when those same fingers tangled in his hair and pulled. He felt like he was going to vibrate to another plane of existence, or maybe melt.
Forget not overthinking; he had to work for a moment just to gather together any thoughts. But when he did, he knew exactly what he wanted. "Christ. I want you in my mouth, I-" He stumbled over his words for a moment, stopping short of saying please, though the intent was still there. "I want to taste you."
Edward shudders when Andrew speaks up, bowing his head to gasp in air. The sound of that, the very idea of it, is almost enough to tilt him over the edge, and he clumsily takes Andrew's hand off his cock. He twines their fingers together and just holds it for a moment, battling with his self-control.
"All right... okay. Yes. Yes, let's do that."
Once he's sure he isn't going to erupt, Edward kisses Andrew's chest before leaning back and flopping to his side on the mattress. It's barely wide enough for both of them, so Edward uses all four hands to try and guide Andrew on top of him, so he can reach all of Edward at once. While he's at it, he tugs Andrew's t-shirt up under his arms.
The amount of self-control Andrew exercised in this moment should have been enough to earn him some kind of award. He was patient, so very patient, letting Edward have the time he needed without giving in to every gremlin urge he had. There would be time for those gremlin urges in the future, he was sure.
There really wasn't very much room here, but Andrew hardly minded. Especially when he was momentarily distracted lending assistance, helping Edward get his shirt off. "We both do." Alright, so Edward's clothing situation was much more acceptable than Andrew's right now, but still.
His jeans weren't going to stop him from maneuvering so he could slide his hands up under Edward's shirt, pushing it out of the way. Ducking his head, Andrew pressed kisses along his stomach, steadily working his way down. He kissed his way across Edward's hip, pausing for a moment while he took a breath, just looking. And then, before he could overthink anything, before he let himself get too far into his own head again, he ducked in closer, taking the head of Edward's cock into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it.
Andrew groaned; he couldn't help it. This was all new, and he was discovering in real time how he felt about things, how they effected him--just like he was discovering how they effected Edward. And it was good, at least for him--he couldn't yet claim to know how it was for Edward. But he knew exactly how the mere idea, the suggestion of things, had gone.
Patience, darling. Gremlin antics can come later. They're still both young men, they have years to get into shenanigans. For now, this first time, have mercy.
Edward's shirt isn't coming off without a struggle--one of the downsides to having four arms--but it's open at the front and falls to his side when Andrew pushes at it. The little kisses to his abdomen tickle, and that's actually a good distraction; it keeps Edward from feeling like he's on the verge of an explosion. He gets two hands in Andrew's hair, twining and twisting through it, and the other two move across his shoulders, stroking across his skin.
When Andrew pauses to look, Edward quickly realises what he's doing. The shared vibrations have faded in intensity as Edward was distracted, and they die away even further now, almost disappearing. Being looked at, examined, isn't something Edward is sure he likes, even if he knows Andrew isn't finding anything wanting about him.
But then Andrew ducks down and gets his mouth on him, and the vibrations flare back into vibrant, saturated colour. The deep pink is back, but it's almost subsumed by the red, which has grown out from Edward's centre and is pulsing in time to his rapid heartbeat. The deep teal flutters around the edges, waving in and out like an ocean tide. Edward groans in chorus, his hands knotting in Andrew's hair and pulling it taut from his scalp.
"Yes." It's all Edward can say, and his voice rasps in his throat. "Yes, oh yes, like that..."
Something is building in his chest, something that glitters and sparkles in the vibrations, moving back and forth between Edward's ribs. So far, though, it stays where it is.
Andrew was bad at patience, especially when, for the longest time, it'd felt like death was closer than he would have liked. Making it through his twenty-third birthday had soothed some of his worries, but some of the related anxiety still lingered. But he was trying, he was trying to ease them both into things, to not leap into too much too fast. They would have time, and Edward meant a lot to him, and that was another reason patience could be difficult; he'd never quite felt this way about anyone before, had never experienced this level of attraction.
Pausing to look was equal parts admiration and an attempt to plan his course of action. Except he had no idea what that plan should be, and he was just going to be winging it the entire time. It was easier to be a bit less nervous about the whole 'winging it' part with Edward's hands in his hair, a welcome distraction that sent a noticeable shiver through him.
He nearly melted, right then and there, when Edward pulled on his hair, the sound he made leading Andrew to brace himself with a hand on the mattress beside Edward's hip as heat flared in his core. His other hand, he curled around his cock for a different sort of stability. And so he didn't accidentally push himself; he didn't have any concept of what his gag reflex would be like with this. He went slow, even as he groaned again. Slow suction, another slow swirl of his tongue. For all of his eagerness, he didn't want to rush this; he wanted it to be good.
Edward notices that heat in Andrew's core; his vibrations sparkle harder, throwing off bits of light like crystals hung in a sunny window. Before he can catch himself, he reaches down with one hand, as if he could touch them. He can't, of course; they dissipate and run their course around his fingers, and Edward strokes his hand up the length of Andrew's spine, his fingertips ghosting along the edges of Andrew's scar.
For all that Andrew doesn't want to rush things, Edward isn't going to last very long. It feels like his nerves are on fire, every one of them attuned to the warmth of Andrew's mouth, the velvet swipe of his tongue. Even the sensation of his hand on him, the first hand to touch him there besides his own, is overwhelming, making Edward's mind swim. He melts back into the narrow bed, completely at Andrew's mercy.
"I'm close, love." Edward breathes the words up to the ceiling, and they come out as red mist in the vibrations, twining and dancing around each other as they ascend. "I'm so close..."
Oh. Andrew always forgot about his scar, especially here when he had even fewer mirrors to get a random glance of it at random times. People didn't usually touch it; he was used to people avoiding it. And Edward's touch might have been light and fleeting, but Andrew still felt it, and it was... it felt like acceptance, of all of him, on top of the sensation of touching his scar. It wasn't bad, he just didn't know how to put it into words, what the physical part felt like.
He pulled back a fraction, just for a second, for a low gasp or inhale, before trying to push into Edward's hand. Then he lowered his mouth back to Edward's cock, carefully taking him a little deeper in his mouth, working on figuring out where his gag reflex might begin, so he wouldn't choke himself. The answer to that question was 'not here, not yet', so he settled in comfortably again, adding a slow stroke of his hand, a twist of his wrist.
The sound of Edward's voice sent a little shiver through Andrew, made him both want to hurry and want to take his time. He opted for keeping on, steady and determined, his focus bouncing between what he was doing and Edward's reactions, taking note of things as best he could when he felt like he could melt at any moment, his brain two steps away from fizzing into all sensation, no thought.
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The vibrations still never ceased to be mesmerizing, especially now that they had color. He liked the golden flowers, and the rich teal that accompanied them--he wondered what that meant, the new color. He tucked aside the question for a moment when he saw those yellow electric spikes. Anxiety was a very good word (spot on, honestly) for the things Andrew felt, himself, but that he never really acknowledged and certainly never put a name to. He just knew he got overwhelmed sometimes, refused to deal with certain things or situations, and he knew, in a way, it was connected to his firm monthly limit on difficult conversations. He understood anxiety.
"I think I will, too," he said. He'd never liked waking up alone in the dark, trying to figure out if he'd only been dreaming or if there was a real threat. It was harder to quiet his thoughts, to keep from thinking about things he didn't want to unbox in the middle of the night. And he didn't think he was the only one. "We'll chase away the dark for each other." Even if it was something as simple as being curled up together in the same bed. It meant a whole lot more to him than just something simple.
His skin tingled with warmth with every kiss against the back of his neck and shoulder, and he smiled when he saw the way they showed up in the vibrations. He hadn't been sure if it was too much to say he'd happily climb into bed with Edward every night he was welcome to, but he was glad it wasn't. The idea of the Hellcat pulling a trailer was both silly and wholesome, but before he could finish formulating his opinion on it, he heard all the honking outside, and he couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Maybe, yeah. You think some of that noise means one of 'em's excited about the idea of trailer buddies?" One of them definitely did not sound excited, but.
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He shifts, rearranging himself to get more comfortable. The bed is fairly bare, with only one thin pillow and a pair of blankets. It was all Edward could carry on the motorcycle alone, and it was suitable when he was sleeping alone in his tent. Now though, with two of them and a dedicated space, Edward will be on the prowl for blankets and pillows. He might not be part bird like some of his friends, but the nesting instinct is strong all the same.
"I know my bike is excited about being back in use." More high-pitched honking from outside, accompanied by the sounds of what is probably a very irritating bike driving enthusiastic donuts around the Hellcat. "I'll apologise to the Hellcat later. I'm sure it's making itself a nuisance."
But the vehicles can wait. One of Edward's hands--not the usual suspect of the second left hand, but a different one--moves along Andrew's ribs to the space where his shirt meets the top of his jeans. Edward slips his hand under Andrew's shirt and over his skin, pressing it flat against his lower abdomen before lightly tugging him backwards. Spooning is great and all, and he has plans to spoon the hell out of Andrew tonight and for as many nights afterward as they're granted, but Edward has his legs and all other equipment back, and he'd like to see what they can do with a partner. He's not fully erect, but what he pulls Andrew back onto isn't entirely flaccid either.
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The bed might have been pretty bare, but it was better than where Andrew had been sleeping most of the time he'd been here, which had been the backseat of the Hellcat. He hadn't even had a pillow, just a wadded up shirt and all the kinks in his neck to go with the strange positions he'd fall asleep in. This was vastly more comfortable, already.
"Sounds like it," he agreed. He was glad the motorcycle was in better spirits. "I'm sure she'll forgive you. She likes you." He wasn't sure at what point he'd made that sort of distinction with the Hellcat, but he did know he was far from the first, especially when it came to guys who modded and raced.
While he'd managed to completely forget about asking about the teal color, he had not quite forgotten other things. But he'd never turn down a nice little reminder, like Edward's hand sliding under his shirt to tug him backwards. Andrew's attention promptly split, half of it lingering on Edward's hand and the other various points of contact between them, the other half very focused on the feeling of Edward's dick. His breath caught and he pressed back, one hand reaching for Edward's hip, to touch for the sake of it, to encourage.
Andrew's interest was immediate, quicker than he would have expected, and he was reminded of the at-least-half-a-dozen things that had gone through his head on his birthday. The sort of things he'd wanted, that had sent his pulse surging while he'd just been thinking of them. He just had to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth so he could say something about anything.
"Yeah, I- yeah." Well...it was a start. It wasn't so much that he had trouble vocalizing his wants, but that he had trouble pinning those wants down and getting them into a shape he knew how to put into words. Decisions were sometimes one of those things he had trouble with, but that didn't mean he wanted any less, or was any less eager. "Got a lot of ideas about that, things we could do."
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And if you'd told him six months ago that one of his friends would be a car, Edward wouldn't have believed you, but here they are.
He can feel the change in Andrew's posture, the sudden tension running through his muscles. When he presses back and touches Edward's hip, bright pink sparks start running through the teal glow. They flit and run like tiny fish in a stream, excited and inquisitive, eager for whatever comes next. He mouthes at the back of Andrew's neck, pulling him back harder, and that has Edward springing to full mast, pressing against the back of Andrew's denims.
Edward does stop when Andrew speaks, his grip loosening as he waits to see what he has to say. The vibration fish start swimming again, more eagerly than before, when Andrew says he has some ideas.
"Do you?" Edward shifts, propping himself on one elbow and gently tugging Andrew onto his back. From here, the hand in Andrew's shirt moves up, exploring the muscles of his chest, while the other hand on that side reaches towards his face, tracing its thumb over his lower lip. "I'd love to hear them, because I have to admit, I am shooting in the dark with this."
He will bow before Andrew's more modern, more experienced wisdom.
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If someone had told Andrew even last month he'd be glad about a motorcycle being in a better mood, he never would have believed it, either. But he couldn't say he minded, even with as silly as it was sometimes. He was pretty sure plenty of jokes had been made about how people would bond with anything. Like roombas.
The vibration fish snagged part of his attention for a moment, but not so much that he wasn't still acutely aware of everything else, a low groan rising in the back of his throat. It didn't take much to scatter his thoughts--and all the ideas--like papers in the wind. He had to chase them down and pull them all back, while he tried--and mostly failed--to resist the urge to tip his face into Edward's hand.
"I know the feeling." He was a little shy, was what he really meant. He might not have had much experience with men, but he still had experience, and he was figuring--hoping--some things weren't actually all that different. "There's a lot I haven't done, but I know what I want, and some things I like." He couldn't say he knew every thing he liked, because he didn't, but. "I thought we could go from there, figure out things we both like along the way." Mostly by doing things, he figured, and taking note of what felt good.
He paused for a moment, tipping his head to gently catch Edward's thumb between his teeth. It was the lightest of nips, and he held it for a second or two before letting go. "I've wanted to get my mouth on you for a while." Since his birthday, but it hadn't been an option then. So he'd waited. Quiet. Patient. While knowing he'd have no idea what he was doing, but remaining determined all the same.
"I want to suck you off. Or...we can do anything that sounds good to you." He had other ideas rattling around, though a few had some...logistical issues he hadn't worked out yet, such as his current lack of lube. But he had yet others where that wasn't a hurdle.
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The excitement fish brighten and sparkle when Andrew holds his thumb between his teeth. Edward doesn't mind the nip at all; he's tracing Andrew's lower lip with his fingertips and considering trying to dip his fingertips into Andrew's mouth when Andrew makes his announcement about wanting to get his mouth on him.
Edward freezes; if he weren't sharing the vibrations, and if that warm teal glow hadn't suddenly exploded into bright pink excitement, it would almost seem like he's frightened. Then he full-body shudders, instinctively thrusting his hips forward and pressing what is now a fully excited and erect dick against Andrew's hip. "God, yes."
Very enthusiastic consent granted!
Edward ducks his head then to kiss Andrew, wet and hungry, half-rolling on top of him and pressing him into the mattress. His fingertips linger near the corner of Andrew's mouth, brushing against the crease of his lips.
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He was two seconds away from saying something about Edward's fingers when Edward froze. For the briefest half a second, Andrew felt a small spike of uncertainty--which evaporated in the next breath as the vibrations exploded into bright pink, clearly a positive reaction. For a moment, he melted with his relief, but then he couldn't help but chuckle, fond and pleased and charmed all by Edward's enthusiastic response. It felt a little like winning the lotto, suggesting something he'd had on his mind for weeks and having it met with such eagerness. With the added bonus of feeling Edward's erection against his hip.
He only managed to stop smiling when it was so he could kiss Edward back, curling an arm around his shoulders. He'd save his warning for how he might not be particularly good at things, seeing as how it would be his first time, for a little closer to that. For now, he focused on kissing--and a little something else.
"You can put your fingers in my mouth," he murmured in between kisses, "I'd like that." And Edward seemed to be pondering if Andrew would be alright with that, himself, so he figured it was the best move to make his thoughts on the matter clear.
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He makes a soft, affirming hum against Andrew's lips, letting a kiss linger before pulling back. He traces Andrew's lower lip with his fingers again, then Edward shyly slides two of them over Andrew's lip and into his mouth. As much as the idea turns him on, Edward has no idea how this is going to work in practice, and he'll be very much following Andrew's lead.
"Like this?"
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His heart skipped, pulse surging for a moment, when Edward slid his fingers into his mouth. Andrew couldn't exactly verbally respond, but he thought he could get his answer across in other ways. He pressed his tongue to the pads of Edward's fingers, before sucking on them, slow but with intent. It was something like a preview of what he wanted to do when he was able to get his mouth on other parts of Edward, and maybe a little something like practice.
But he also just really enjoyed this, his eyes closing for a moment, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He groaned, low in the back of his throat, one hand pressed between Edward's shoulders, his other coming up to snag the side of his shirt.
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When Edward first pressed his fingers into Andrew's mouth, a few of those yellow anxiety spikes sprung back into the pink glow, but they dissolve into nothingness when Andrew starts sucking on him. No one has ever done this before, to either his finger or anything else, and Edward's mind starts whirling with ideas about all the other places Andrew could put his mouth. He sucks in a soft, pleased breath, and a deep red starts blooming in the vibrations, spreading out from Edward's hips.
Well. It's not as if he was fooling anyone anyway.
Edward twines one of his other hands through Andrew's hair, getting a good fistful before giving it a long, slow tug. As he does, he dips his head downward to trace kisses along Andrew's collarbone and neck. The hand under Andrew's shirt finds one of his nipples and gives it an experimental tweak.
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It was a rush, knowing how Edward felt about things, the effect Andrew was having on him. And that, in turn, had an effect on Andrew. In addition to everything else that had an effect on him. Like Edward's hand in his hair, the slow tug sending a shiver racing down his spine. He flushed, faint but noticeable, even before the press of Edward's mouth made his skin warm. And then his fingers on Andrew's nipple were unexpectedly good, and he groaned.
He shifted, one hand pushing under the side of Edward's shirt to press his palm to skin, skimming down to rest on his hip. Tipping his head forward a bit, both lightly increasing the pull on his hair, the sensation on his scalp, and so he could get Edward's fingers a little more into his mouth. Before swirling his tongue around them.
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The red is new. It's another colour that has appeared because of Andrew, and Edward makes a soft purring sound in his throat when he notices it. He would be doing this with Andrew regardless of what the vibrations did; the fact that they keep changing and expanding as a result is a happy bonus.
Edward feels Andrew's groan around his fingers, and it's encouraging. He's going completely on instinct here, and it turns out that particular instinct was correct. He moves his hand from Andrew's chest to the bottom of his shirt, fussing with it, trying to push it above his head. It's challenging, with two of his other hands occupied and his own body trapping the third one. So Edward braces himself of the bed and lifts up, swinging his leg over Andrew and settling in a crouch on top of his groin. Now he has both lower hands free, and they immediately go for Andrew's shirt, pushing it up to his armpits and exposing his torso.
"Much better." Edward sounds immensely pleased with himself, and if he could see, he'd sit back and admire how Andrew looks right now. Since the vibrations are showing him all that anyway--and it's an amazing sight--he dives back down, his second pair of hands all over Andrew's torso, with the cheeky left one paying particular attention to his nipples.
He shudders when Andrew swirls his tongue around his fingers, and Edward grinds his hips forward, pressing their groins together. They're separated by fabric, but he can feel Andrew's erection through it, and Edward deliberately pushes against that. The red around his hips blooms out further, and the bright pink excitement starts to darken, like it too is on the verge of turning red.
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He had a feeling he knew what Edward was trying to accomplish when he moved, but he wasn't quite in a position to help--nor did he actually want to interrupt certain things. Though he would have if Edward had needed him to. He seemed to have everything under control, and Andrew opened his eyes when Edward shifted over him, straddling him, and he was glad he did. Appreciating the sight of him, he slid both hands down to Edward's hips, resting there after he'd gotten Andrew's shirt pushed up.
If he could have smiled with fingers in his mouth, he would have. Though he did manage a pleased little smirk. In the next moment, the next breath, he groaned again. He felt like a live wire, like every part of him was at attention and eager for Edward. Andrew might have gotten a slight bit distracted from his original intention, but he hadn't forgotten, not by a long shot. Though this was quite a pleasant little detour.
Especially when Edward pushed against his erection, the pressure startling him with how good it was, and he moaned--not low, not quiet. Reflexively, he jerked his hips up, fingers pressing in along Edward's waist. He sort-of-intentionally-sort-of-accidentally nipped Edward's fingers, light but noticeable. While Andrew did want to explore biting--he already knew he liked it, biting and being bitten--he didn't think Edward would much appreciate accidental finger chomping.
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Andrew biting his fingers makes him jump, though, and Edward soothes his thumb over Andrew's lower lip. "Easy, there... I have spares but I'd like to keep all of them."
One amputation recently was enough.
With that, he lowers himself down until they're nearly touching, Edward tracing kisses on Andrew's collarbones again. From this angle, he can grind his erection down against Andrew's better, and Edward does exactly that, pushing back and down, his hips moving under Andrew's hands. He moves on from Andrew's collarbones quickly enough, drifting lower until he's kissing one of Andrew's nipples. Then, as gently as he can, he grips it between his teeth.
Edward is already sharing the vibrations, so it feels completely natural to reach out with the hive mind, and try something he and Root have been practicing. He tries to send a simple message into Andrew's head, while he still has his teeth close to a very sensitive spot.
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As much as he wanted to, he couldn't say anything about how much he liked Edward's 'spares', all of his hands and everything else. Technically, he could have if he'd wanted to dislodge the fingers in his mouth. Which he did not want to do. So instead, he did his best to apologize without words, soothing his tongue along the places his teeth had been before resuming a slow suck.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, in the sort of way where he wished he could do multiple things at the same time and didn't have enough hands for it all. Prioritizing things was a bit of a struggle at first, especially when he kept getting distracted, kept pushing his hips up now and then. But he kept one hand on Edward's hips, his other sliding down his thigh, blindly seeking his erection. Andrew sucked in a breath when he made contact, brushing his fingers along lightly, exploratory and appreciative.
And then the next moment, Edward's teeth were on his nipple and Andrew's brain short-circuited, hand going still. The message was received loud and clear, Edward's question, but it took Andrew a moment to be able to form coherent thoughts. He didn't know, not a single bit, how the hive mind worked, if his resounding yes was as clear as he wanted it to be. If it wasn't, his helpless, pleased groan would hopefully be helpful.
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Any worries about biting are immediately washed away when Andrew's hand finds his cock. The noise Edward makes is something he didn't realise his throat could produce, somewhere between a groan and a whine, and he shamelessly cants his hips forward, pressing himself into Andrew's hand.
But then Andrew stops, and Edward does too, suddenly worried he's gone too far. Before the anxiety spikes can re-emerge, the hive mind comes through and delivers Andrew's resounding yes, and Edward laughs in relief. He sends another message through the hive mind, quick and succinct, and he's very pleased with himself for learning about this.
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Successful communication done, Edward slowly applies more pressure with his teeth, nipping Andrew before resetting to nip again. He's not biting hard, certainly not breaking the skin, just enough to send little flashes of pain before he moves on.
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Andrew curled his fingers around Edward's cock, loose at first as he mapped out the feel of him. He'd only ever touched himself like this before, but it didn't take long for him to settle in, more comfortable and confident. He still wanted to get his mouth on him when he could, when he could bear changing positions and the fact he wouldn't be able to have Edward's mouth on him when he had his mouth on Edward.
Each nip was good, and all strung together, one after the other, they were delicious little sparks of pain that made him shiver while he groaned. He tightened his grip, more firm than loose, before stroking Edward, slow the first time from base to tip and back down again. Andrew liked the feel of him, liked touching him, and he liked every other part of things, too. 'Liked' was probably an understatement, really, but it worked well enough for now, when his focus was in two or three different places.
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Andrew may not have experience touching anyone but himself, but that is clearly enough; Edward eagerly thrusts his hips forward, into Andrew's grip, and with every twist of Andrew's wrist, Edward groans against his skin. He starts losing his focus for biting, his teeth giving way to damp, clumsy kisses, and his entire body shivers as he's touched.
It isn't long before Edward reaches down with one hand and catches Andrew's, stilling his strokes. "If you... keep doing that... I'm going to make a mess of us both."
He's teetering on the very edge of something explosive, and it might already be too late to fend off the inevitable. Edward gently pulls his fingers out of Andrew's mouth and sends that hand up into his hair, getting a good grip on it and pulling.
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After a breath, and then another, Andrew processed Edward's hand on his, and then the sound of his voice. He didn't care one bit, quite suddenly, about things like dealing with the aftermath of making a mess. He wanted that mess. Gasping in a breath when Edward pulled his fingers out of his mouth, Andrew promptly exhaled on a whine when those same fingers tangled in his hair and pulled. He felt like he was going to vibrate to another plane of existence, or maybe melt.
Forget not overthinking; he had to work for a moment just to gather together any thoughts. But when he did, he knew exactly what he wanted. "Christ. I want you in my mouth, I-" He stumbled over his words for a moment, stopping short of saying please, though the intent was still there. "I want to taste you."
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"All right... okay. Yes. Yes, let's do that."
Once he's sure he isn't going to erupt, Edward kisses Andrew's chest before leaning back and flopping to his side on the mattress. It's barely wide enough for both of them, so Edward uses all four hands to try and guide Andrew on top of him, so he can reach all of Edward at once. While he's at it, he tugs Andrew's t-shirt up under his arms.
"You have entirely too much clothing on."
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There really wasn't very much room here, but Andrew hardly minded. Especially when he was momentarily distracted lending assistance, helping Edward get his shirt off. "We both do." Alright, so Edward's clothing situation was much more acceptable than Andrew's right now, but still.
His jeans weren't going to stop him from maneuvering so he could slide his hands up under Edward's shirt, pushing it out of the way. Ducking his head, Andrew pressed kisses along his stomach, steadily working his way down. He kissed his way across Edward's hip, pausing for a moment while he took a breath, just looking. And then, before he could overthink anything, before he let himself get too far into his own head again, he ducked in closer, taking the head of Edward's cock into his mouth to swirl his tongue around it.
Andrew groaned; he couldn't help it. This was all new, and he was discovering in real time how he felt about things, how they effected him--just like he was discovering how they effected Edward. And it was good, at least for him--he couldn't yet claim to know how it was for Edward. But he knew exactly how the mere idea, the suggestion of things, had gone.
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Edward's shirt isn't coming off without a struggle--one of the downsides to having four arms--but it's open at the front and falls to his side when Andrew pushes at it. The little kisses to his abdomen tickle, and that's actually a good distraction; it keeps Edward from feeling like he's on the verge of an explosion. He gets two hands in Andrew's hair, twining and twisting through it, and the other two move across his shoulders, stroking across his skin.
When Andrew pauses to look, Edward quickly realises what he's doing. The shared vibrations have faded in intensity as Edward was distracted, and they die away even further now, almost disappearing. Being looked at, examined, isn't something Edward is sure he likes, even if he knows Andrew isn't finding anything wanting about him.
But then Andrew ducks down and gets his mouth on him, and the vibrations flare back into vibrant, saturated colour. The deep pink is back, but it's almost subsumed by the red, which has grown out from Edward's centre and is pulsing in time to his rapid heartbeat. The deep teal flutters around the edges, waving in and out like an ocean tide. Edward groans in chorus, his hands knotting in Andrew's hair and pulling it taut from his scalp.
"Yes." It's all Edward can say, and his voice rasps in his throat. "Yes, oh yes, like that..."
Something is building in his chest, something that glitters and sparkles in the vibrations, moving back and forth between Edward's ribs. So far, though, it stays where it is.
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Pausing to look was equal parts admiration and an attempt to plan his course of action. Except he had no idea what that plan should be, and he was just going to be winging it the entire time. It was easier to be a bit less nervous about the whole 'winging it' part with Edward's hands in his hair, a welcome distraction that sent a noticeable shiver through him.
He nearly melted, right then and there, when Edward pulled on his hair, the sound he made leading Andrew to brace himself with a hand on the mattress beside Edward's hip as heat flared in his core. His other hand, he curled around his cock for a different sort of stability. And so he didn't accidentally push himself; he didn't have any concept of what his gag reflex would be like with this. He went slow, even as he groaned again. Slow suction, another slow swirl of his tongue. For all of his eagerness, he didn't want to rush this; he wanted it to be good.
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For all that Andrew doesn't want to rush things, Edward isn't going to last very long. It feels like his nerves are on fire, every one of them attuned to the warmth of Andrew's mouth, the velvet swipe of his tongue. Even the sensation of his hand on him, the first hand to touch him there besides his own, is overwhelming, making Edward's mind swim. He melts back into the narrow bed, completely at Andrew's mercy.
"I'm close, love." Edward breathes the words up to the ceiling, and they come out as red mist in the vibrations, twining and dancing around each other as they ascend. "I'm so close..."
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He pulled back a fraction, just for a second, for a low gasp or inhale, before trying to push into Edward's hand. Then he lowered his mouth back to Edward's cock, carefully taking him a little deeper in his mouth, working on figuring out where his gag reflex might begin, so he wouldn't choke himself. The answer to that question was 'not here, not yet', so he settled in comfortably again, adding a slow stroke of his hand, a twist of his wrist.
The sound of Edward's voice sent a little shiver through Andrew, made him both want to hurry and want to take his time. He opted for keeping on, steady and determined, his focus bouncing between what he was doing and Edward's reactions, taking note of things as best he could when he felt like he could melt at any moment, his brain two steps away from fizzing into all sensation, no thought.
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