Nygmobblepot

confrontation

"Do you honestly not love me anymore?"

"Oswald, please."

"Just answer me."

Ed gasped. His nails left behind red trails on Oswald's arms. He couldn't help but to groan. Oswald had the perfect angle, his member satisfying the spot that itched with desire. Ed widened his legs. What started as a civil conversation, dissolved to agitation, and escalated to both men grasping at each other's clothes in desperation. They had hurled insults and invaded each other's personal space until Ed grew bold. He found himself kissing Oswald before his mind caught up with his body's arousal. The result was this long overdue moment.

Oswald snapped his hips, burying himself deep within his husband. Each thrust left Ed whimpering against his shoulder. Both men were thankful Eleanor was at school. Between their voices and the thumping of their bed against the wall, they were making far too much noise. Ed held Oswald against him as he lifted his hips to match his pace. God, he was so satisfying. Why did he want to leave this?

Oswald nipped at the skin just above Ed's collarbone. "Do you still love me?"

"I never stopped," said Ed. "Honest. Oh, God!"

Oswald enjoyed being dominant and he loved that they took turns in this role. Seeing Ed reduced to this moaning lump made him even more turned on. As his husband went faster, Ed couldn't help but to wince. It was almost too much, too harsh, but it was just enough to send him begging.

"Oz! Baby, please."

He hated how desperate he came off, but he was right there. Their fingers laced. Ed felt his muscles tense. Their mouths met once more as Oswald tipped him into his release. Ed's eyes clamped shut. His head tilted back, exposing the cool veins of his neck to Oswald, who ran his tongue against them. The sound of Ed's pleasure filled the room and sent Oswald straight into an orgasm. Their voices blended. Ed loosely gripped his husband's neck, pulling him near until their chests were pressed together and he could feel Oswald's heart beating in time with his. They shared another kiss. Ed gazed up at Oswald, briefly admiring the freckles that peppered his face. Why did he want to let this beautiful man go?

"I love you, Mr. Nygma."

Oswald gave a lopsided grin. "I love you too, Mr. Cobblepot."

Ed and Oswald started their marriage with their own names. It wasn't until they considered a child that the couple decided to hyphenate. Of course that made Eleanor's full name a mouthful, but neither man wanted it any other way. Now, with the divorce, would they change their names back? If so, Eleanor would be the evidence that something, at some point, worked between Edward Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot. That something once went right, that there was once a love as gentle as her. Oswald pushed the thought from his mind and settled beside Ed. The air was silent, save for their breathing. He waited until they had both settled, then he posed the question that had bothered him for days.

"Ed, why do you want it?"

The master of riddles shut his eyes and swore beneath his breath. He knew it was coming. He had hoped it would be after the two of them relished each other in the afterglow.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing," said Ed. "You did nothing Oswald."

The younger man wasn't satisfied with his answer. "Then why do you want to divorce me?"

"Oswald..."

"If I did nothing, there's no reason for the divorce! You can't want this because of Eleanor, you wanted custody of her. We just had sex, so intimacy isn't—" He was cut off by a vibration and the sound of a short piano riff. Oswald reached for his cell phone on the nightstand. "Damn."