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[sms] That’s just the back. I imagine you might be curious about the FRONT.

Dr Crane:

^{Jonathan was absolutely teasing Nygma and the man made it so easy to do so. So very, very easy. Crane had a pretty good idea of how to get into Edward’s head for a number of reasons. Fortunately for the other man in this case it was for a positive reason.} 

^{In a quick motion that grabbed Jonathan by surprise, he found himself flipped over on his back and tugged into the other man. Immediately, Jon’s hand curled around the back of Edward’s neck as their lips meshed together. The smaller man groaned in approval, slender fingers sliding up to curl tightly into brown locks, tugging at them lightly while he pushed up on an elbow for leverage.} 

^{The tremor didn’t go by unnoticed by the former doctor who bit back the desire to laugh at the sound. Instead he curled fingers into Nygma’s waistband with a sharp tug. “I know–” Jon whispered lightly as he let himself fall onto his back for use of both hands on the opened clasp of Edward’s belt. “–I know I make you hold back but I don’t want that.” Crane cursed lightly under his breath as he slid the belt from around Edward’s hips. “Fuck—I want you.”}

Digging his own fingers into clothing, Ed pulled down and didn’t
hesitate to heed the man’s words.  His hand already palmed the
man’s growing erection as he unconsciously licked his lips. With
ever darkening eyes and a grip that  shifted  to  hold  him  at the
base, his  voice  turned  gravelly, barely a puff of breath from his
position above but straddling on his knees.

          “Is this you giving me permission to  ravish you,  Doctor?”
Edward asked cheekily, his grin turning into a smirk.

There was very little conversation on  his  end from there as his
lips became far too occupied with a mouthful of the man below
him.

(Source: nygmatica)

Jonathan:

^{Crane let out the smallest of breaths as Edward pressed up against him, causing his hips to sink into the mattress slightly. Propped up on his elbows a bit, Jonathan was still lazily eying Nygma over his shoulder. Crane kept a nearly sinisterly calm face as he casually rolled his nearly bare ass up into the man’s hips, only making his pants slip more until they simply hugged his upper thighs. He was wearing nothing underneath them.}

^{A swipe of his tongue to wet his lips, Jon’s bright blue gaze seemed dark as he continued to eye Edward. “Good, because I want you to touch me.”}

^{“And more…”}

This was an utter tease and Crane knew it.  Counted on it.   HOPED for it,  most
likely.  Edward grinned,  placed both hands on thighs and travelled back to hips,
gripped firm flesh and  pushed  himself  forward  —  his  own  pants   magically
undone and unbuckled.  Just  pushed up against his  GOOD  FRIEND  because
that was what they did.

          “Of course,” he initially said, but the more Ed leaned forward and touched,
the more he shuddered,  the more he  WANTED  and his voice could barely hold
a tremor back. “Jon, if you — ^JON…!”

Fingers gripped smooth flesh to mark with pointed fingers,  until he dragged the
other man forward and sought his lips.  Though he was atop,  Edward was open
to  being  GUIDED  by  the  good  doctor,  if  only  the  man would take the next
S T E P.

(Source: nygmatica)

Jonathan
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Smiling slowly,  Edward dropped his own glasses on the side table and
allowed his hands to ever so lightly dance along those beautiful curves
that cried out for his touch. Just a squeeze and he sighed, scooting up
closer to press his clothed hips against the other man.

          “When you put it so nicely like that, how can a man resist?”

Mr Penguin
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Enthusiasm was the right word for this — Ed kept up his pace with a smile
and  a  sigh,  nuzzling every part of Oswald’s face as he went. The springs
beneath them subtly squeaked  and  the  headboard started to hit the wall
with every pass.

          “So perfect,”  he praised,  voice a mere whisper between peppered
kisses. A slight tightening of his hand, then release,  fingers caressing the
pale, delicate skin.