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He was so caught up that he almost couldn’t stop. But after a few seconds, Ed
pulled away with flushed cheeks and panting breaths.

          “Th-that was —”  he started,  unable  to  finish  as he grit his teeth at the
sensations his friend was  dragging  him through… all of them completely new
and exciting.

Their kiss was a balm on his overheated skin.  He  held  Oswald close with one
arm as he guided himself in with the other.  His  grip  tight on his own flesh lest
he lose his nerve, spurred on by the ZING! running through his nipples.

The moment he sunk in, Oswald’s heat engulfed him and he  wanted  to  move,
but stayed still,  savouring  their  new  connection. His  cock  throbbed  angrily
and yet he’d never felt more ALIVE. Sighing into  the  other  man’s  mouth,  his
kisses turned more heated,  hungrily seeking out  every  secret  and  unspoken
confession Oswald had hidden away.

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The flush spread down his chest and  Ed  shut  his  eyes to prevent himself from
coming too soon. How embarrassing would that be? He finally got to this point
and to end it all like THIS  — he breathed steadily to collect himself and nodded
wordlessly,  already  reaching  for  the  drawer. The movement brought him flush
against Oswald’s chest and he followed up with  a  deep,  soul-consuming  kiss.
He wanted to taste everything he could and suddenly,  Edward  pulled  back  to
balance on his knees.  He tugged Oswald’s legs over his shoulders,  mindful  of
the bad one, and replaced fingers with his tongue. The  only  sounds  he  made
were  the  smacking  sounds  of his mouth and the wrenching moans dragging
out of him between licks.

Ivy

          “You must be wondering why I asked you here,  Miss  Isley,”  Edward
began,  the light shining dully off of the rim of his glasses.  The  thick  black
always lent his eyes this…   eerie  look when he was concentrating his gaze
on someone.

          "My esteemed employer has a request of you and in return, perhaps
we can help you  track  some  of  your  own,  shall  we  say,  acquaintances,
down with the aid of our resources.”

Jervis

Tick  tock;  their  time  was  limited  in  the visitors’ room at Arkham, and yet
Edward had QUITE a bit to say.

          “Mister Tetch,”  he  said  in  a  smarmy  tone,  his  pearly  white  teeth
clacking in a self-indulgent smile. “You and I have a few things we can offer
one another. Jim Gordon: hate him, love him? Want to see him suffer?”

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Mr. Mayor..  fuck that made his cock twitch and his eyes dilate.

Pulse elevated, breathing shortened and a gasping needy whine rising from him, Oswald was certainly flushed with arousal. It spread across his cheeks, making his freckles more prominent and followed down his chest. Edward’s touch was more.. but still not enough.

Oswald’s kisses were becoming more demanding, claiming Edward with a slide of tongues and nip of teeth. He shifted his weight back to lie against the covers, wanting to draw Edward down on top of him. Slightly desperate blue eyes gave him a pleading look, “More. Edward… fuck…”

Words certainly weren’t his foray at the moment. Not with Edward’s rough voice adding to his already seemingly overloaded senses. Palms slid over Edward’s chest, separating to grip at the other man’s hips. 

The ruddy colouring of Oswald’s cheeks drew his gaze,  those  freckles  simply
begging to be traced with his tongue. Perhaps another time. Right now…

          “Oh  I —”  but he never finished his sentence.  Drawn  forward  onto  the
bed,  Ed pressed  intimately  close to his  [_lover’s?]  body, the hands wrapping
around his hips pleading wordlessly for something he knew instinctively  would
end up happening the moment he stepped foot into this room.

The loud  snap!  of the bottle cap closing placed his nerves on a thin edge, the
tacky feel of the lubricant on his fingers enhancing the  thud  thud  of his heart.
Focusing on Oswald’s bitten and  bruised  neck,  he  brought his clean hand to
gently stroke the skin of the  other  man’s  throat,  his  other  slipping  between
them on an exploratory  path  down.  Edward  leaned  a  little  closer,  pressing
their cocks together for maximum contact as he  slowly,  questioningly probed
around. Little drops of sweat were running down his face amidst puffed breath.

Lips seeking Oswald’s for another heated kiss,  he  sought  reassurances  that
this was what they both wanted.

Fish:

A sly smirk was on her lips as Fish approached the fine mansion. Oswald had done so well for himself, clearly he had some kind of power in Gotham now. The sound of clicks followed her as her heels hit the ground with every confident step. With a knock on the door of the mansion, she was soon greeted by a not so friendly guard. Fish gently reached up and placed her hand on the guard’s face and smiled, calmly asking him to step aside and lead her to the man she was hoping to see. Her new found abilities were certainly an advantage, making it a bit easier to get inside as she was lead to the main room of the mansion. With a polite knock on the open door, she stepped inside, a wide smile on her face.

“Is Oswald home?”

That afternoon found him  especially  busy  —  with  events  and  details  he had to
comb over with a  KEEN  eye before handing the polished schedule to the relatively
new Mayor of Gotham.  Edward loved the meticulousness of his current job,  but  it
often left him wondering just when he would get his hands dirty again.

So it was  like a  call  from  the  heavens  when  he  looked  up  and  saw  the once
INFAMOUS Fish Mooney standing in the heart of the Van Dahl mansion, appearing
before him like a breath of fresh air.

          “I  would  ask  how  you  found  your  way  in  here,  Miss  Mooney,  but  I’ve
become rather aware of your…  shall we say, ‘abilities’ thanks to our mutual GOOD
FRIEND, Professor Strange. For now, you deal with ME, and then perhaps we can
discuss your terms with the Mayor.”

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Amazing was certainly the word to use. Oswald groaned in relief when Edward slicked up their cocks together, those long fingers almost expertly wrapped around. It was wonderfully distracting, and Oswald nibbled and bit along Edward’s collarbone, leaving a trail of near loving blossoming bruises against his pale skin. His fingers gripped into Edward’s shoulder at a particularly good stroke and Oswald bit down on his own lip as a gasp of pleasure escaped. 

“Ed.. christ…”

Tossing his head back, Oswald tilted to allow Edward better access to the column on his throat.

“Harder.” He belied, referring to Edward’s kisses. There was this desperate need to have something as evidence in the morning that Edward had been here. That they had done this. 

Keeping up this pace was proving difficult with Oswald’s nips and those wanton
sounds.  Whenever he imagined this  [which happened A LOT lately],  his mind’s
eye envisioned something far too simple,  and even that was good enough.  But
this, what was happening… it prompted a shiver.  Dragged a groan from deep in
his chest.

          “Yes,”  was all he repeated, leaning closer, adding that much more friction
to the mix.

Close enough to catch his throat between his teeth and bite down a little harder
than Oswald had done.  His hand squeezed the tips of  their  cocks  on  a  pass
down and he jolted, growling.

          “Hard enough for you,  Mister Mayor?”  washed over Oswald’s reddened
skin, his voice gritty with arousal.

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Hungrily shifting to his knees, Oswald only drew enough breath between kisses to stay the dizziness he felt. Kissing Edward was.. it was intense. Pent up emotions and his entire lack of patience now taking control. Especially when the other man’s hand had slipped under the covers and found Oswald’s cock to stroke. Never before had Oswald been so relieved to have slept in the nude.

A quiet moan escaped him. He moved, straddling Edward to even out their height. His own hands were far from idle. One gripping in Edward’s locks, the other seeking out Edward’s own cock. Feeling the length and the girth comfortably weighted in his hand, Oswald smirked against Edward’s lips as he slowly stroked him. 

“Always so eager Ed….”

He leaned down to nip at the other man’s pulse point, curious if that would garner a favorable reaction. 

A hitch in his breath slowed him down but Edward refused to stop entirely. He
dropped his head to Oswald’s shoulder and breathed out, leaning on the other
man for support to ride the intensity of his emotions. Though he didn’t explore
this side of himself often,  he tended to  worry  that  the  OTHER  part  of  him
would come out if prompted.

          “…yes,” was  groaned  against  the  other  man’s  shoulder,  his  worries
flying out the window with that nip.

Sitting like this allowed for easy access and he took advantage of it. Reaching
for the little bottle beside his leg,  he uncapped it and poured a bit of lube into
his  free  hand.  Without  further  prompting,  he took both of their erections in
hand and stroked in tandem  with  the  line  of  kisses  he  was  placing  along
Oswald’s neck.

          “Oswald,” he puffed between panted breaths, “you feel… amazing.”

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Embarrassment was an understatement. At first he berated himself: what were
you THINKING??  Although  Oswald’s  very  positive  reaction  was helping to
bolster Ed’s self-esteem significantly, he reached down with trembling fingers,
slowly, methodically unbuttoning the last closure. The heavy material fell of its
own accord and he met Oswald’s gaze steadily,  even as he felt the awkward
tug of fabric on his erection before he shimmied a little to dislodge it.

          “How about now?” he whispered with a slowly spreading smile. Who’d
have thought that being bare-assed  in  front  of  your  employer  could make
one feel more confident?

Miss Isley:

_{there was comfort in being surrounded by what you loved and what loved you back. for her, it was to be surrounded by all the flora in the world, which is why she always managed to find solace in the gardens. it was why she kept a greenhouse for herself, that she spent most of her evenings attending to the various rare flowers she grew and cared for. breaking her gaze and concentration, she looks back to edward with some curiosity. this was becoming quite the tale for her, something she wished to find an ending to. more or less, she found it to be more interesting than half of what went on in gotham.           ❝  well, i guess you have an admirer of sorts. though, i can’t be sure if that’s anywhere close to good or bad for you. ❞          giving such a light and delicate smile, she ponders over who could have even come into contact with such a rare find, especially one that was very close to being out of season.          ❝  and i assume they all have money to afford such beauties? ❞}

Her last comment had his brow furrowing, but Edward’s train of thought was
no closer to finding an end.  It  was  infuriating  not knowing the answer to a
genuinely intriguing puzzle.

          “I have to thank you so much for your help with this.  It may take me a
while,  I admit,  to figure this one out.  Rest assured,  I won’t forget your kind
assistance in the future.”

This situation was UNEASY for someone who was so composed and in the
know  about  everything,  so  he  was  ready  to  leave and focus on it again
another day. However, he stopped to ask:

          “If I may ask,  how  are  you  keeping  busy  these  days?  The  mayor
could use a botanical expert on staff to help create…  medicine for his most
esteemed  guests.”  At least,  poison was something he knew that both Ivy
and Oswald had an avid interest in.