[With the way Ed smothers his chest and neck and lips with open-mouthed kisses, his voice rumbling against him, Oswald can almost believe the people of Gotham were climbing over each other to get at him and that Ed had slashed and gutted his way through every last one just to have him all to himself. His body is greedy for his touch, arching into it again, and he can feel what's left of sense and reason slip away from him as his hips budge on their own, pushing more of himself through the tightness of Ed's fist.
In his more lucid moments - fewer and farther between now, his focus pulled to the hard, ropey pulse between his legs, and to the tingling in places he's never thought about - it all seems all so ridiculous, so unbelievable he could laugh, if it didn't also scare him. He hears himself, sees his hand reaching to curve around the nape of Ed's neck, but he doesn't feel like himself; not when he never imagined he'd come to a point where he'd not just be willing to fuck and be fucked but that his body would want it so badly it hurts a sick, cramping hurt. And still, he can't even ask, the words clotting in his throat like he's afraid of what might happen if he's honest.]
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Date: 2020-01-07 05:35 am (UTC)In his more lucid moments - fewer and farther between now, his focus pulled to the hard, ropey pulse between his legs, and to the tingling in places he's never thought about - it all seems all so ridiculous, so unbelievable he could laugh, if it didn't also scare him. He hears himself, sees his hand reaching to curve around the nape of Ed's neck, but he doesn't feel like himself; not when he never imagined he'd come to a point where he'd not just be willing to fuck and be fucked but that his body would want it so badly it hurts a sick, cramping hurt. And still, he can't even ask, the words clotting in his throat like he's afraid of what might happen if he's honest.]
Please...
[He's trying.]