Riddler is comfortable in his skin, turned on by Oswald's attention as much as anything else, wanting more.

Then Oswald is laying over him, close and stroking back his shower and sweat loosened hair, the small waves and curls that he usually fights back into place. Ed closes his eyes and leans into the little affections, the kisses and the stroking and then he looks up and smiles softly up at Oswald, gaze full of affection.

And Oswald slides down and Riddler moans, arching up into the damp lips.