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.
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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.
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.
Now that is an interesting reaction. Edward has grown much less sensitive about the scars on his face, in the time he's been in Revan--it helps that he doesn't have to see them, and that having them seems far less of an issue here than it did at home--but he never forgets that they're there because of something awful and traumatic. He'd assumed the same for Andrew and his scar, hence the hesitancy in touching it. But then Andrew pushes up into his hand, and Edward flattens it, stroking broadly down the length of Andrew's back. The scar really doesn't feel all that different from Andrew's unblemished skin, and even if it did, Edward wouldn't care. It's a part of Andrew, a piece of his history, and is therefore beautiful.
With that realisation, a tremendous weight drops off Edward's shoulders, and he gasps in a breath like a man who had been drowning but finally got his head above water. He isn't aware of it, but tears streak down his cheeks, coloured silver in the vibrations, and the glittering thing between his ribs balloons out.
Then Andrew bobs back down, his tongue moving just so, and Edward loses his battle with himself. His entire body shudders as he comes, his hands tightening in Andrew's hair, his nails raking up the length of his back. The vibrations explode, turning entirely deep red and washing out like a tidal wave, while the glittering thing in his torso spirals upwards before extending out like a geyser, tiny glittering bits falling over them both like snow.
He couldn't help the surge of emotion he experienced, the way his breath hitched for a moment when Edward stroked his hand down his back. The cavern might have resurfaced recently in his dreams, before he'd had to navigate his way through a living skyscraper, but the cavern and his scar had always felt like separate things, after a certain point. He was self-conscious about his scar like he was self-conscious about a lot of things about himself. He worried about how people would react. But Edward had never reacted in any of the ways Andrew had worried he might.
At least Andrew's eyes were already closed, so when unexpected tears stung his eyes, it was easier to work them back. Until a very effective distraction happened, in the form of Edward coming, his hands in his hair and his nails raking along his back. His attention refocused instantly, tears momentarily forgotten about. He felt almost like he could come undone any moment himself, groaning low in his throat.
The vibrations were breath-taking enough that he nearly got wholly wrapped up in them as he swallowed, doing his best to make sure he wouldn't make a mess when he eventually lifted his head. When he did pull back, he didn't go far, resting his cheek on Edward's hip while he caught his breath, fingers uncurling from around his dick. Even then, he couldn't quite stay still, turning his head a bit to press a kiss to Edward's skin.
"Good?" he asked. There were multiple different ways he meant the question, but the one word was all he ended up with right now.
Edward is up near the ceiling, spinning in slow circles in the vibration's afterglow, when Andrew speaks up. It takes him a few lazy seconds to understand what he's said, and rather than answer, Edward tugs on his hair. Then, using his second pair of arms, he tries to drag Andrew up so he's on top of him, near his head and face again, then wrap all four arms around him.
Perhaps this is the day that the moon warp decides to bestow crazy insect strength on Edward. Or maybe Andrew just wants to be cooperative and come join him at the top of the bed.
Once he's within reach, Edward is going to pull Andrew into a slow, lazy, open-mouthed kiss. Does he care that Andrew just had a mouth full of jizz? No, no he does not. If anything, he's both curious and a little turned on at the salty taste on Andrew's tongue.
"Stellar." He murmurs the word into the kiss, as the vibrations start calming down. Some of the little glittery stars wink out, but the majority stay as the red fades away into the deep, warm teal again. It starts to look like they're cocooned in the night sky.
Andrew shivered, laughing soft and breathless, when Edward tugged on his hair, then the rest of him. He got the intention, and was quite cooperative, scooting and half-crawling his way up until he could curl against Edward, cozy and warm. He hadn't been expecting the kiss, but he didn't have any complaints with it, either. The possibility of Edward being bothered by the whole 'just had a mouth full of jizz' thing had been Andrew's concern, but if he wasn't bothered...well. He was just going to gently melt into the kiss with a quiet noise.
"Good." He nearly breathed the word, kissing Edward again after. The emotions that had surged just a few moments ago were still there, close to the surface, mingling in with everything else he felt. He didn't know how to put them into words, so he held the feelings close for now, turning them this way and that as he mulled them over.
"I guess winging it didn't go so bad." He grinned as he said it, warm and pleased. And if winging it had gone this well, imagine how much better it'd be as he learned and then put his new knowledge to use. He'd already made note of a few tidbits as it was.
His grin faded into something softer after a moment, while he appreciated the sight of the vibrations. "They're beautiful." His voice had dipped back down to a murmur. "And I made you feel that way."
"No." Edward smiles as Andrew settles in beside him, tucked up against his side. He is very sure he could sleep like this every night for the rest of their ride to Nirvana, and be a happy man. "I'd say winging it worked extremely well."
He plucks up one of Andrew's hands and starts playing with it, caressing it between two of his before bringing it to his lips and kissing Andrew's fingertips. "You'll have to let me try it, at some point."
Like right now, maybe? Give Edward a twenty minute breather and he's pretty sure he'd be up to trying it himself.
"You did." There is the faintest hitch in Edward's voice as he continues. "After meeting you, they started changing to colours. Not everyone, not everything, but familiar people and objects... they're in colour now. Because of you."
Well, that was a good boost to his confidence. He was going to tuck all of that away, where he could revisit this moment and the moments from a little earlier, whenever he liked. He felt so much lighter than before, happy and pleased, and knowing he'd be even happier tucked next to Edward at night.
And now, right now, he was acutely reminded of the heat under his skin, his erection trapped in his jeans. The reminder came two-fold, between Edward kissing his fingertips, and you'll have to let me try it, and for the span of a few breaths, Andrew forgot everything else he'd been thinking. "Yes. Yeah. I'd- I'd really like that." He'd stopped bothering with attempts at sounding casual; if he was interested, if he was enthusiastic (and he was), he wanted Edward to know and not have to try and guess. He deserved to know.
Hearing the little hitch in Edward's voice had Andrew's throat tightening for a second, the emotions all the best sort. "Usually, people say you light up their world, but I've brought color to yours." And maybe he'd done the other bit, too, but the colors were a definite. He didn't think he'd ever been that for anyone before.
"And you have, you know." He spoke up again after a moment, quiet but sincere. "Lit up my world."
When Edward is paying this much attention to the vibrations, there's no point in trying to be subtle or casual anyway. He noticed the way little ripples came out from around Andrew's hips, and a distant, faraway pulse of dark pink under the blue. He hasn't forgotten about Andrew's needs! Give him a moment or two and he'll be ready to take care of things.
"Did I? I'm glad." Edward sounds a little bemused at the concept; he doesn't think he's done anything near what Andrew has done for him, but he'll take the compliment regardless. He can't help thinking that Andrew's world must not have been that dark to begin with, if Edward was able to light it up.
Either way, he remembers how this started out, and he kisses Andrew's fingertips with more intention. "Will you help me, ah, wing it? For you?"
Once he gets past his initial nerves, he'll probably be fine, but he needs a little help getting started.
The slutty second left hand doesn't need that assistance. It wiggles down between them and cups the bulge in Andrew's jeans, giving it an appreciative squeeze.
That had also factored into Andrew's decision, the vibrations making things obvious. And honestly...he didn't want to play games, like being secretive about things. He might have been shit at communication at times--actually, that was exactly why he didn't want to play coy.
"You did." He could tell, from Edward's tone, that he was a bit unsure about that, or something along those lines. "I was in a bad place before we met."
He'd had some of his bleakest moments in the last few months before he'd met Edward. The days and weeks he'd spent not caring if he lived or died. The handful of times he'd wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. But now...there were so many things that made him glad to be alive, things he wanted to do. There would still be hard times, but he wasn't rock bottom, fumbling around alone in the dark anymore. He'd been tossed a lifeline, and he could see where he needed to go.
And he'd never felt so comfortable in his own skin before, either. The ghost stuff...well, he was working on that, still, but everything else? He felt like he finally knew who he was.
"But you've..." Andrew took a breath, gave himself a moment to sort his words. "You've made things better. And you've been good to me."
A shiver rolled down his spine, his thoughts scattering for a moment because yes, yes he would absolutely help Edward wing it. "Yeah, I'd be happy to help." For various reasons, but also because he knew what those nerves were like, and the difference a little guidance or encouragement or assistance could make.
Of course, there was always that one particular hand, which Andrew really got, in terms of the gremlin energy it seemed to possess. His breath hitched, and he exhaled on a low groan, shifting slightly to press into Edward's hand.
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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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With that realisation, a tremendous weight drops off Edward's shoulders, and he gasps in a breath like a man who had been drowning but finally got his head above water. He isn't aware of it, but tears streak down his cheeks, coloured silver in the vibrations, and the glittering thing between his ribs balloons out.
Then Andrew bobs back down, his tongue moving just so, and Edward loses his battle with himself. His entire body shudders as he comes, his hands tightening in Andrew's hair, his nails raking up the length of his back. The vibrations explode, turning entirely deep red and washing out like a tidal wave, while the glittering thing in his torso spirals upwards before extending out like a geyser, tiny glittering bits falling over them both like snow.
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At least Andrew's eyes were already closed, so when unexpected tears stung his eyes, it was easier to work them back. Until a very effective distraction happened, in the form of Edward coming, his hands in his hair and his nails raking along his back. His attention refocused instantly, tears momentarily forgotten about. He felt almost like he could come undone any moment himself, groaning low in his throat.
The vibrations were breath-taking enough that he nearly got wholly wrapped up in them as he swallowed, doing his best to make sure he wouldn't make a mess when he eventually lifted his head. When he did pull back, he didn't go far, resting his cheek on Edward's hip while he caught his breath, fingers uncurling from around his dick. Even then, he couldn't quite stay still, turning his head a bit to press a kiss to Edward's skin.
"Good?" he asked. There were multiple different ways he meant the question, but the one word was all he ended up with right now.
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Perhaps this is the day that the moon warp decides to bestow crazy insect strength on Edward. Or maybe Andrew just wants to be cooperative and come join him at the top of the bed.
Once he's within reach, Edward is going to pull Andrew into a slow, lazy, open-mouthed kiss. Does he care that Andrew just had a mouth full of jizz? No, no he does not. If anything, he's both curious and a little turned on at the salty taste on Andrew's tongue.
"Stellar." He murmurs the word into the kiss, as the vibrations start calming down. Some of the little glittery stars wink out, but the majority stay as the red fades away into the deep, warm teal again. It starts to look like they're cocooned in the night sky.
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"Good." He nearly breathed the word, kissing Edward again after. The emotions that had surged just a few moments ago were still there, close to the surface, mingling in with everything else he felt. He didn't know how to put them into words, so he held the feelings close for now, turning them this way and that as he mulled them over.
"I guess winging it didn't go so bad." He grinned as he said it, warm and pleased. And if winging it had gone this well, imagine how much better it'd be as he learned and then put his new knowledge to use. He'd already made note of a few tidbits as it was.
His grin faded into something softer after a moment, while he appreciated the sight of the vibrations. "They're beautiful." His voice had dipped back down to a murmur. "And I made you feel that way."
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He plucks up one of Andrew's hands and starts playing with it, caressing it between two of his before bringing it to his lips and kissing Andrew's fingertips. "You'll have to let me try it, at some point."
Like right now, maybe? Give Edward a twenty minute breather and he's pretty sure he'd be up to trying it himself.
"You did." There is the faintest hitch in Edward's voice as he continues. "After meeting you, they started changing to colours. Not everyone, not everything, but familiar people and objects... they're in colour now. Because of you."
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And now, right now, he was acutely reminded of the heat under his skin, his erection trapped in his jeans. The reminder came two-fold, between Edward kissing his fingertips, and you'll have to let me try it, and for the span of a few breaths, Andrew forgot everything else he'd been thinking. "Yes. Yeah. I'd- I'd really like that." He'd stopped bothering with attempts at sounding casual; if he was interested, if he was enthusiastic (and he was), he wanted Edward to know and not have to try and guess. He deserved to know.
Hearing the little hitch in Edward's voice had Andrew's throat tightening for a second, the emotions all the best sort. "Usually, people say you light up their world, but I've brought color to yours." And maybe he'd done the other bit, too, but the colors were a definite. He didn't think he'd ever been that for anyone before.
"And you have, you know." He spoke up again after a moment, quiet but sincere. "Lit up my world."
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"Did I? I'm glad." Edward sounds a little bemused at the concept; he doesn't think he's done anything near what Andrew has done for him, but he'll take the compliment regardless. He can't help thinking that Andrew's world must not have been that dark to begin with, if Edward was able to light it up.
Either way, he remembers how this started out, and he kisses Andrew's fingertips with more intention. "Will you help me, ah, wing it? For you?"
Once he gets past his initial nerves, he'll probably be fine, but he needs a little help getting started.
The slutty second left hand doesn't need that assistance. It wiggles down between them and cups the bulge in Andrew's jeans, giving it an appreciative squeeze.
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"You did." He could tell, from Edward's tone, that he was a bit unsure about that, or something along those lines. "I was in a bad place before we met."
He'd had some of his bleakest moments in the last few months before he'd met Edward. The days and weeks he'd spent not caring if he lived or died. The handful of times he'd wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. But now...there were so many things that made him glad to be alive, things he wanted to do. There would still be hard times, but he wasn't rock bottom, fumbling around alone in the dark anymore. He'd been tossed a lifeline, and he could see where he needed to go.
And he'd never felt so comfortable in his own skin before, either. The ghost stuff...well, he was working on that, still, but everything else? He felt like he finally knew who he was.
"But you've..." Andrew took a breath, gave himself a moment to sort his words. "You've made things better. And you've been good to me."
A shiver rolled down his spine, his thoughts scattering for a moment because yes, yes he would absolutely help Edward wing it. "Yeah, I'd be happy to help." For various reasons, but also because he knew what those nerves were like, and the difference a little guidance or encouragement or assistance could make.
Of course, there was always that one particular hand, which Andrew really got, in terms of the gremlin energy it seemed to possess. His breath hitched, and he exhaled on a low groan, shifting slightly to press into Edward's hand.
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