Gothocalypse

The Morning After

Oswald woke the next morning unable to move. He was encircled in strong warm arms. The heat radiating at his back was intense, but comforting. The strong breath rustled his hair. He smiled warmly, taking in the moment, pretending while he could that he was in a place where he was loved. It was hard to believe in this instance that it wasn't the case. As the sun crept into the room, he felt the man at his back shift, and with it, a startling surprise pressed into his thigh. Jerome's not unimpressive morning wood pushed against him and the penguin sucked in a breath, the thought causing his own length to stir. He took a few shakey breathes, trying to settle himself, remind himself that it wasn't real, it was involuntary. Nothing that he said to himself helped. He felt heat rise to his face from his core. He tried to pry the arms off him to no avail. He huffed in frustration. A low groan escaped the mouth near his ear sending shivers through his whole frame. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to move away from the hard member behind him.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and to his relief, the sound was enough to cause Jerome's arms to loosen and shift. Oswald was able to sit up. "What is it?" He asked, more irritatedly than he meant to. Ed's voice came back through the door.

"Just wondering when you wanted to discuss the meeting today." He said matter of factly. Penguin shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

"Uh yes, give me a while to get ready, I'll be getting up shortly" he returned vaguely. With no reply, Ed must have moved off. Oswald fell back into his pillow with a sigh. He glanced over at Jerome to find giant green eyes staring at him. "Ah!" He startled, pulling the sheet up closer reflexively. Jerome giggled.

"Mornin." The ginger said casually. Oswald fidgeted, regaining his composure. "Awfully tense for so early." Jerome stated, clearly amused. Oswald shifted, remembering the hard cock that had been rubbing against him only moments ago. 

"Yes, I suppose I'm just thinking about the meeting I called for today." He said, with more confidence than he felt.

"Really." Jerome said, his eyes flicking to the tent under the sheets. Oswald's face went the brightest shade of Scarlett Jerome could fathom. Jay chuckled, hand over his mouth to stifle. Oswald was mortified. He quickly made a sad attempt to hide himself, taking care not to make eye contact with Jerome. That is, until Jerome was suddenly kneeling right next to him, once again naked, save his underwear. Oswald swallowed dryly, his eyes making the slow journey from Jerome's knees to his face, lingering only for a second on his crotch. Jerome's face had changed from amusement to something far more serious, and if possible, sultry.

Jerome leaned in, his lips brushing Oswald's ear. He whispered seductively. "Let me take care of you." Oswald's eyes fluttered closed as a knot in his gut twisted.

Jerome smirked at the reaction and darted his tongue out to brush the shell of the penguins ear. He shuffled gently down under the sheets, Oswald was paralyzed. He didn't know what to say or think. He would never admit but he was scared, he'd never even kissed anyone, let alone more. He'd dreamt of lips around him, of strong hands caressing his body, but now it seemed so surreal. He felt Jerome's hands snaking down his torso, landing on his hips- deft fingers hooking into his Pajama bottoms and tugging them down. He gasped as he felt himself freed. He suddenly needed to see- needed to watch what was happening- that was the most important thing on the planet right now. He scrambled to get the sheets and comforter out of his line of sight, to uncover the magic potentially about to happen in front of him. When he finally revealed the waft of red hair hovering over his exposed nether region, he groaned at the sight. Rippling shoulders held Jerome's body above him, his own legs spread around the ginger. Jerome's long tongue snaked out and traced a wet line along Oswald's thin hip, eliciting a shudder. Jerome was magic to Oswald, licking, nipping and kissing across his stomach and thighs, making Oswald squirm and pant like he never knew was possible. The heat rising in his core was unbarable, and his hands moved to tangle in that red hair.

Jerome grinned to himself as Oswald began to shift and buck under his ministrations. He knew the sensitive spots- this he had done before. The teasing, foreplay, apparently the same on men as women. Though he was a little nervous, he would never let it show. He wanted to make his king feel good, and he obviously liked it. He would try his best to give him what he liked. When he felt fingers tangle in his hair he knew it was time. He gently lapped his tongue along the underside of Oswald's cock, slowly trailing his way up. He was rewarded with a long moan, and watched as Oswald's back arched off the bed. He swirled his tongue around the delicate head, feeling the slick precum catch as he passed. He lapped it up, flicking his eyes up to see Oswald lost in himself.

He plunged his head down, taking as much of the heated cock into his mouth as he could. He rested, fully sheathed for a moment, feeling the pulse on his throat. The hold on his hair grew tighter. He began slowly working up and down, flicking his tongue over any part he could at every opportunity, evenly breathing through his nose. He could feel Oswald growing more frantic, his fingers pulsing and scratching at his scalp. Moans and whines grew, Oswald writhing beneath his touch. Jerome let out a low moan around the cock, the vibrations sending Oswald into a frenzy. The smaller mans breathing quickened, and Jerome knew he was close. He quickened his pace, pressing his tongue and lips as tight as he could. Within a minute, Oswald's back arched again and he cried out as he painted Jerome's throat white. Jerome sucked gently, making sure Oswald rode out the last of his orgasm. He then gently tucked him back into his pants, and perched obediently beside him.

Oswald was beside himself with ecstasy. His mind whirled and his body felt feverish and slack. Shivers ran up and down his spine endlessly. When he finally found himself able to open his eyes, he found his pet kneeling beside him. "That..." he croaked, "that was unbelievable." He said, still breathless. Jerome smirked warmly.

"I believe mr. Nygma is expecting you for breakfast. I'll go get myself ready." Jerome was off before penguin could stop him. What the hell just happened?

When penguin emerged from his room, he found Jerome waiting in the hall for him, dressed again in slacks and a shirt, this time done up except the top two buttons and the sleeves rolled up. He looked no different than any other day, but Oswald couldn't see him the same. He tried to remain dignified, but he felt his cheeks flush quickly. To his credit, Jerome remained neutral and gestured for Oswald to proceed first as usual.

The discussion with Ed went normally- as normally as a pre plan for a full court meeting could go. Oswald had called a meeting of all ranking employees, on account of the incident yesterday. It was clear to him that his authority was being questioned, and he wanted to make it clear that such acts would not be taken lightly.