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Oswald was relaxing in the lounge room of the Van Dahl Mansion, drinking his step mother’s vodka and reviewing his study notes. Some would say getting drunk was counter productive to study, but Oswald considered it a necessity if he was required to be in the house with his step-family.

Oswald had recently moved back home, as his father had gotten ill, and while this allowed him to be near his father in his time of need it also put him in close proximity of his step-mother and her repugnant offspring. Oswald had recently noticed his tolerance of them was dependent on how much alcohol he had consumed.

Oswald would normally be reviewing the course content online however his laptop was broken and apparently the house’s network wasn’t working and his father had never felt the need to get it fixed since neither he or his new family had any need. Oswald had had to insist this be repaired as soon as possible, he could commute to college but without access to the internet to do the coursework there was really no point.

His father had called Fox Tech and arranged for a tech to be sent out. While Oswald understood the Van Dahl Mansion was on the outskirts of Gotham, he was getting irritated at the wait.  Just as Oswald was contemplating contacting the company to complain he heard a knock at the front door.

“Finally!” Oswald headed to the front door, ready to blast the moron who was close to an hour late. As soon as Oswald opened the door all thoughts of reprimanding the tech disappeared.

“Hi, I’m Edward… Edward Nygma. Um...  You can call me Ed if you like.” Ed readjusted his glasses nervously.

Oswald couldn’t help but stare at the man who was arrived. He was tall, adorably awkward and incredibly attractive. Any thoughts of repairing the network went out the window and all he wanted was to get the tech out of his clothes and to ride him.

“Mr Fox sent me over. I’m so sorry I'm late, I’m normally very strict about punctuality, but there was an accident and I got stuck in traffic--”

Oswald quickly interrupted the embarrassed man before he rambled anymore“Not a problem. Please come in”

Oswald began to lead Ed through the Van Dahl Mansion to lounge room, where the network was set up. The whole time Ed was rambling and providing random tidbits of trivia, strangely about penguins, which Oswald found adorable.

The repairs took very little time at all, and Oswald was incredibly disappointed when he realised he had to say goodbye to the sexy nerd.

“All done, Mr Van Dahl… I-I should be going…” The man seemed as reluctant to leave as Oswald was to see him go, despite the fabulous view of his ass.

Oswald took a chance, he snagged Ed by his tie and pulled his lips down to crash with his in a passionate. The dazed and awed look on Ed’s face was all the encouragement Oswald needed to ramp this up.

Oswald smirked up at Edward then shoved him down onto the lounge.

“Mr Van Dahl --”

“Oswald”

“Oswald...I don’t understand… What is--”

Oswald quickly dropped to his knees and crawled between the shocked man’s opened legs.

“Shhh… Think of this as a tip, for such good service.”

Oswald grazed his hands along Ed’s thighs and Ed legs instinctively widen at the touch. Oswald took a moment to palm Ed through his pants before his nimble fingers opened the button and slid down the zip revealing green boxer briefs with little question marks.