Riddler gets another good grip on Oswald's thighs and hefts him up the bed again, then slides his hands higher to get a handful of flesh and squeeze, groaning happily as he does so. "You feel so good under me," he murmurs. "You going to let me strip you off? Kiss all over your skin? Press us together?" The next words die on his tongue, when Ed reminds him that Oswald will not be happy with a riddle right now and it might kill whatever spell Oswald is under and if the spell breaks...
Oswald might want to stop. And Riddler does not want that.
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:35 am (UTC)Oswald might want to stop. And Riddler does not want that.