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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: 2020-01-08 04:17 am (UTC)He rattles under the long fingers smoothing up and down his thigh, and again when they trap his cock, biting back a kneejerk apology. He makes a noise instead, something soft and strained and pleading, squeezing Ed's hand with what's left of his failing strength as he falls apart. He lolls his head back, slack-jawed, his eye slipping into the back of his skull.]
Oh, oh fuck-- [It's all he can say this drunk on Ed, clumsily rocking his hips.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-08 05:04 am (UTC)His grip on Ed's hand softens.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 05:09 am (UTC)And then he comes up for a kiss. And another. Between Oswald's gasps and around them, kissing his face while he breathes and his mouth when he pauses.
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Date: 2020-01-08 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-08 06:07 am (UTC)...thank you. [He whispers.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 06:39 am (UTC)It's fine... [He puts a gentle hand to Ed's arm, meaning to still it.] Doesn't matter...
[It would, in the morning, when he'd smell sweat and sex on his skin and embarrassment slapped him awake. But for now, with his head in a blissed-out place he'll hate to leave, all he wants is to touch and be touched and to keep the giddy magic alive, sleep be damned.
Ed has done him a favour, letting him have a taste of something strange and wonderful, and it seems only fair to let him find relief in the way he's surely been aching for. He wets his lips, watching him through his lashes.] Your turn, yes...?
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Date: 2020-01-08 06:50 am (UTC)"It's not about turns," Riddler murmurs. "I wanted to. If you want to touch me, you're more than welcome. If you don't feel comfortable with that... well, I've never complained being left to my own devices. So long as I know I have your whole attention." He nibbles on Oswald's lower lip and grins again.
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Date: 2020-01-08 07:20 am (UTC)[He's fairly sure Ed does, from the smile crooking his mouth.] And I am sure you are well aware... that I couldn't give you any more attention if I wanted to.
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Date: 2020-01-08 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-08 08:04 am (UTC)Let's put it this way: if you want me, then I am willing. Even curious. I may also be feeling a little dazed. [His gaze flutters to Ed's cock with wonder and uncertainty, daring to linger before he flushes, politely glancing aside. His throat clicks as he swallows.] But, if you have no intention of taking my offer, then I think I'm going to get dressed.
[And by dressed, he only means hitching up his pants and underwear, having neither the energy nor the patience to fuss with his shirt buttons.]
...And I don't even know what that means. [As far as he's concerned, Ed is already putting on a show through no effort of his own.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-08 04:09 pm (UTC)Ah...
[Buried under kisses, he eventually gives up trying to keep up with Ed's ferocious enthusiasm and presents the bare column of his throat. Though soft now, a twanging of nerves suggests that finding his second wind before Ed has finished may not be out of question.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 11:56 pm (UTC)He kisses up along that pale column, gentler here than anywhere else he had been, careful not to mark or hurt, just lavish attention. His hips roll again, pushing along Oswald and drawing a low sound of want from somewhere deep in his chest.
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Date: 2020-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)Ed loves him.
Ed loves him.
He still hasn't heard the words he's listened for, but he has to believe that it's true.]
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Date: 2020-01-09 06:43 am (UTC)"Oswald," he whispers into the next kiss. Doesn't stop moving, or kissing.
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Date: 2020-01-09 08:44 pm (UTC)And what is that, if not an act of love?]
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Date: 2020-01-09 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-10 03:02 am (UTC)I'm sorry -- I'm not...
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Date: 2020-01-10 04:22 am (UTC)[He glances from his hand to Ed's face, eyebrows going up.]
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Date: 2020-01-10 04:29 am (UTC)Spread out, naked and flushed and aching hard, he manages to stay still and wait to see what Oswald does.
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Date: 2020-01-10 08:21 am (UTC)He immediately finds it hard to put any sort of pressure on his knees and eases himself down over Ed instead, resting on his elbows. Not the most comfortable for him, but a position that allows him to indulge that much more in the sweet little things he's been aching to do: thumbing Ed's hair back into place; kissing his forehead, the soft pulsing at his temple; even just looking at him, into his dark, inscrutable eyes, and letting the moment breathe.
Eventually, he wriggles his way down Ed's body, mouthing him slow, his neck, and collarbone.]
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