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Fill: Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again (8b/?) REPOST

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Andy suppresses a smirk, a sight which causes Ed's heart to leap and makes him summon the strength to force himself back to a standing position.

"Come here. No, closer."

And then Andy's hands are unzipping his trousers, and he's already halfway hard, and when Andy's soft mouth is round him - a sensation he thought he'd never again feel - it's all he can do to stop himself giving it up immediately. He grounds himself by twining his fingers in Andy's soft hair, hoping that Andy isn't giving himself too bad neck and back ache by contorting himself like that.

Andy teases him with his mouth, and that oh-so-clever tongue, and his shameful hands cupping his balls, and those gorgeous fingers tracing circles round his entrance, and the perfectly-manicured nails scratching softly along his perineum; it's sensation everywhere, all at once, and always moving, and in the end - quite a quick end - it's too much, too fast, and he tenses and groans and spills himself hard into Andy's mouth.

His head's spinning, and he doesn't know what it is he's feeling as he softens and slips out of Andy.

He's still breathing hard when he drops to his knees - his legs were about to give way anyway, and it was either that or prop himself up against the acer, sole witness to their coupling - and reaches up as far as he can to claim Andy's mouth. He tastes himself, and Andy, and Andy's toothpaste, all intermingled, and it's the best taste in the world.