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Riddler takes them out to try and calm Ed down.
Away from the house and temptation and messy emotions, Ed does start to settle again, until he's quieted down and able to function again. Riddler's relieved and lets Ed pick the lock on the framing shop, letting himself in and acquiring what he needs and letting himself back out again with no sign of robbery. It's possible it might take them months to realise it ever happened.
Ed, being the sentimental one, is satisfied with this.
Riddler is not.
He spends a while acquiring his present. It's not as valuable as it could be, but he's satisfied. And that's enough for them to go home and get changed into more casual clothes and settle on the bedclothes with a book. He might sleep. He might not. Either way, he could be quiet until morning.
Away from the house and temptation and messy emotions, Ed does start to settle again, until he's quieted down and able to function again. Riddler's relieved and lets Ed pick the lock on the framing shop, letting himself in and acquiring what he needs and letting himself back out again with no sign of robbery. It's possible it might take them months to realise it ever happened.
Ed, being the sentimental one, is satisfied with this.
Riddler is not.
He spends a while acquiring his present. It's not as valuable as it could be, but he's satisfied. And that's enough for them to go home and get changed into more casual clothes and settle on the bedclothes with a book. He might sleep. He might not. Either way, he could be quiet until morning.
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Date: 2020-01-01 09:28 pm (UTC)Happy to help. [He strokes Ed's side, flushed with pleasure.] Is there any way I could make things that much more pleasant for you both?
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Date: 2020-01-02 02:43 am (UTC)[The second floor is a long ways up for him, a daunting climb each and every time. Even leaning on Ed - hip-checking him on every other step - he's a little breathless when he arrives at the top. He refuses to pause and keep Ed waiting but he holds off on talking until after they've entered the master bedroom.
Sweat glistens at his hairline while he leans in the doorway a moment.]
...Let's start with your hands. Or the one. [He suggests, shutting the door behind him.] It'll ease you in and you'll see how you feel. However you want to sit or lie down doesn't really matter. Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll take care of the rest.
[He teases the dimmer switch, toning down the brightness in the room to a fuzzy glow.]
Atmosphere, my dear friend, is everything.
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Date: 2020-01-02 03:00 am (UTC)He takes off his own shoes, eyeing the room for the first time with mind to whether or not they could live in here together. Ed doesn't need much from a space he rests in. He considers the library far more his domain than anywhere with a bed.
The vest comes off and is hung over a chair. He stretches out on the bed, in his shirt and pants and socks and then sets his glasses aside. They're not comfortable to wear face planted in a pillow.
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Date: 2020-01-02 06:29 am (UTC)Chafing his hands to warm them, he then takes Ed's and lays it over one of his crossed legs, pausing to look up at the back of Ed's head. His fingers hover at Ed's shirt cuff.]
May I?
[Rolling up a sleeve may not be on the level of opening someone's shirt, but asking feels appropriate still.]
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Date: 2020-01-02 06:38 am (UTC)His wrists are thinner and bonier than they were, but still strong and only lightly scarred from his years of being active in science.
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Date: 2020-01-02 07:03 am (UTC)I was wondering when you were gonna come up for air. [Oswald remarks in the midst of gingerly sliding up Ed's sleeve to the elbow. He starts with a few long, easy strokes from palm to wrist to halfway up his forearm, one after another, alternating hands.]
...If I'm pressing too hard or not hard enough, let me know.
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Date: 2020-01-02 07:21 am (UTC)Ed's forearms are fairly unremarkable. Pale skin and a single drop scar from where some kind of acid must've splashed above gloves and below clothing when he was back in college.
"Harder is fine. There's a lot of pretty tense muscles and tendons."
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Date: 2020-01-02 08:00 am (UTC)I don't doubt it.
[He says, a vicarious tingly pleasure sweeping through him while pushing into Ed's palm and working slow, deepening circles outwards into the meatier parts under Ed's thumb and fingers. The rasp of skin on skin is sharp in his silence; it's hard resisting the urge to fill it when this all feels like something he's getting away with, a forbidden luxury. A whole other side of Ed he's experiencing for the very first time.]
Good?
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Date: 2020-01-02 08:08 am (UTC)"Uh-huh."
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Date: 2020-01-02 09:24 pm (UTC)You've been hard at work... [he clasps Ed's thumb in his fist, tugging in slow, twisting strokes] ...and definitely overdue for a little TLC, I'd say.
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Date: 2020-01-02 10:12 pm (UTC)He's not going to get any sleep, but he can certainly enjoy it.
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Date: 2020-01-02 11:00 pm (UTC)Wow... [He giggles in a soft, self-conscious way, realizing his hands have gone still.] That's quite the vote of confidence.
[He can't pretend he isn't eager to wring another moan like that from Ed's throat; but for now, he resists the urge and dutifully works on Ed's thumb and fingers in the interest of being thorough, squeezing each from base to tip and shaking them out.] You must be pretty tense.
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Date: 2020-01-02 11:08 pm (UTC)As for his hands... "I'm usually fairly tightly strung. And we did a lot of lock picking and rewiring last night." Breaking and entering without anyone noticing takes effort, especially from the hands.
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Date: 2020-01-02 11:38 pm (UTC)[While rubbing at the web of Ed's thumb:] I meant to ask whether you wanted me to use some lotion for this or not. I'm not a fan of the greasiness, myself, but you might find that it enhances the experience.
[There is just the thing on his nightstand, conveniently enough, lavender-scented and a favourite for his knuckles and roughened elbows.]
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Date: 2020-01-02 11:43 pm (UTC)As Oswald pinches and works the flesh, Ed feels the semi permanent headache flare a tiny bit and then ease as Oswald manages to hit the accupressure spot in question and Ed sinks with a contented sigh and soft moan.
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Date: 2020-01-03 12:41 am (UTC)You really do have pretty hands... [Graceful and deadly, wrapped around someone's neck. In a strange way, half their beauty lies in their capacity for violence, and as he lifts Ed's to place a tender kiss over one knuckle, an equally strange twinge of lust snaps through him, defiant; one that no man harmed by those very same hands should ever feel.]
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Date: 2020-01-03 12:51 am (UTC)"Pianist hands," he murmurs, eyes slitted to watch the blur of Oswald's face as his hand is lifted and softly kissed. "You're not as pretty with the eyepatch, but you're more... rakish."
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