Mr Penguin:

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.

misskringle:

…
R.I.P your sweet, nutty asshole.

…I never said THAT was where it went. Oh dear, I-I can’t —

[blushy Edward is blushing]

sugardaddypenguin replied to your post: misskringle: I’m not getting PB-dog’d by that…

   Hey only of of us is into the pb    

A likely story! I know how that smooth creaminess affects all of you Penguins —
YOU’RE ALL THE SAME.

We might as well have an orgy at this point.

sugardaddypenguin replied to your post: Penguin + Harley + Penguin and a dash of Miss…

   Did someone say orgy?    

NO. BAD PENGUS.

Bad Nygma voice: Good Pengus.

Shut up, you.

Mr Penguin:

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.

Mr Penguin:

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.”

Mr Penguin:

“With you, nothing could be too forward.” He replied, studying Edward’s nervousness with intrigue.This wasn’t… new… per se to Oswald. But it had been some time since he’d been intimate with someone. Feeling Edward grip his hips a little tighter made Oswald close his eyes with a flutter and smile before opening them again. They were darker, certainly more filled with lust then the simple curiosity of before. 

“Why don’t we find out?” 

Oswald leaned down, the covers pooling around his waist as he pressed a slow heated kiss to Edward’s lips. Tongue slipping along the seam of the other man’s lips to gently coax him to open. 

Being around Oswald often made him feel so  inexperienced  in so many of life’s
trials,  and though he wasn’t a  virgin  himself,  it certainly felt like it NOW.  Heat
filled  his  face  and  before  he  could  reply, he was silenced with a kiss that he
threw himself into. Edward followed move for move, sitting  up  a  bit  straighter
as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist. He was seconds away
from pulling Oswald onto his lap to counter the height difference.

Hungrily returning the kiss, his tongue tasted every expanse of Oswald’s mouth
before curling around his — just like his hand drew down in curiosity and found
rather another part of the man to wrap around and stroke. His  own  hips  tilted
forward in search of some friction to calm his fraying nerves.

Mr Penguin:

Hearing the quiet sigh of the door opening and closing, Oswald didn’t think much of it. The house had many peculiarities and noises in the night certainly was part of it’s character. But a soft furrow marred his brow as the whisper of clothes falling to the floor alerted his senses.

But then..

It was Edward, climbing up his bed. Oswald swallowed and sat up slightly, glancing down at the hands placed lovingly across his covered thighs to the bottle beside them before Edward settled between his legs.

“Oh… Edward…” It came out more of a breath of air then anything else and his breathing quickened. Blinking, Oswald took in how the firelight provided a warm caress of shadow and light across Edward’s body. He was entirely naked and Oswald licked his lips. “Hello..” 

Reaching out, Oswald trailed his fingers along the curve of Edward’s cheek and he smiled as the tips came around to brush along Edward’s bottom lip.

Leaning into the soft touch,  Ed smiled and sat up a bit farther,  his hands circling
Oswald’s waist and lightly running fingertips up and down. This  was  by  far  one
of the boldest moves he’d made and  he  found  that  the  flutter  in  his  stomach
was refreshingly pleasant.

          “Hello to you too,”   he replied with a grin,  the edges of Oswald’s face only
faintly blurred without his glasses.  It leant him a  soft  look  that  was  enhanced
by warm firelight. “I found myself wondering and… apologies if this is too forward,
Oswald, but I couldn’t help but try to —”

Lowering his lashes,  he cleared his throat and tightened his grip slightly,  out  of
nerves.

          “I simply wanted… I needed to see what else there was. Between us.”