"We'll be home soon," Riddler whispers into damp skin, blowing over it to see what happens, how Oswald reacts. "Will you let me undo you a little bit, Oswald?" His fingers walk up to the knot of Oswald's tie, wriggling it slightly. "Would you let me leave my mark on you, even if only we know it's there?"
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Date: 2019-12-24 06:26 am (UTC)