Honestly, nine times out of ten, anyone shushing Edward lived to regret it. If only because Edward could be very annoying even accidentally and especially annoying when he put his mind to it.

But this wasn't one of those times. This was a different time and, as part of Edward's analytical brain readily provided, he knew that he was essentially in subspace. Not unusual, given circumstances, and it actually led to him staying quiet and letting Jonathan hold him. Handle him. Jonathan smelled of smoke and chemicals and as if he didn't wash much, nothing new there. He was about to develop a kink for that, he could already see that happening.

He wasn't sure how much initiative to take. So he simply turned his head again, this time to press his lips against the bare skin of Jonathan's neck. Stung a little, from the split there, but it felt intimate in a way that seemed to fit the vibe.