[His hands find their way over his lap, back to clutching his robe in his tightening fingers as slick and pressure and the heat of Ed's breath ghosts his lip. He can feel himself already going weak, falling apart, as pure need, as everything he has ever tamped down and redirected, even forgotten about for years at a time, crashes over him, wave after wave threatening to suck him under and drown him.
He closes his eye, desperately wanting to believe that it's as simple as Riddler's making it out to be. That Ed really doesn't mind and nothing is wrong and everything is as it should be, the way he always wanted it to be. That he can just surrender to the crazy pull of a force so much bigger than himself, bigger than both of them, even if it terrifies him, and wouldn't pay for it.]
I need to know that this -- whatever this is -- is what he wants. I need to hear him say it. [He sneaks in a breath through the tightness in his chest.] Please.
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He closes his eye, desperately wanting to believe that it's as simple as Riddler's making it out to be. That Ed really doesn't mind and nothing is wrong and everything is as it should be, the way he always wanted it to be. That he can just surrender to the crazy pull of a force so much bigger than himself, bigger than both of them, even if it terrifies him, and wouldn't pay for it.]
I need to know that this -- whatever this is -- is what he wants. I need to hear him say it. [He sneaks in a breath through the tightness in his chest.] Please.