I know who you are.

I Knew It.

Edwards stance changed. He stood more upright, and alert. Surely Mister Penguin didn't mean that? Though, he looked serious enough. There was no smile. No cruel giggle. Just a completely blank expression. And Edward truly didn't know how to respond in a situation like this. He'd never done anything of this sort before. Not because HE didn't want to. But because nobody ever wanted to do it with him. By this point, Nygma had come to accept it.

"I'll take that as a yes. So. I was correct, naturally." Oswald took a step forward. He enjoyed seeing the fear in the other man's eyes. "You said you knew me, how?"

"J-just research Mister Penguin. Lots of it... Yes. But it's all just research. I find.." Then, Oswalds lips were on his neck.

"Ah, ah. Keep talking. Otherwise I'll stop."

Oswalds mouth skimmed the pale skin on Edwards neck. He'd bite occasionally, leaving small red marks. They'd be hard to hide. "I just find it interesting. The crimes - the crimes you've committed." Penguins teeth seemed to scrape a particularly sensitive spot on Nygma's neck, as his words had cut off completely. "Is that so?" asked Oswald, as he pulled away, admiring the pattern of red marks he'd left. "Stand up. Take off your clothes. Go over to that table and lay down on your back. I hope you're willing to go the full way with this. Because you've got me worked up now."

Edward did as he was told, of course. He quickly stumbled over to the wooden table, loosening the tie around his neck and dropping it to the floor. His fingers shook and trembled on the buttons, and he looked up with a whimper.

"No. Do it yourself."

A few painful minutes later, and Edwards shirt, pants, and underwear where all in a heap on the floor. He was hard. But of course Oswald had known that already. He'd felt the erection pressing against his leg earlier. Oswald only took off his jacket, hanging it on the door, then making his way towards the trembling man that was lay down on the cool surface of the table.

"Look at you. You didn't even think before you lay down did you?" smirked Oswald. "It's a good thing I came prepared. Might have hurt myself." He stood between Edwards spread legs, and wrapped his fingers around his trembling cock. That immediately earnt him a loud whine.

"Keep it down. You don't want anyone hearing, do you?" Edward shook his head, and pressed his lips together firmly. Whilst the thought of being caught... Oswalds hands wrapped around him was arousing. It could mean losing his job, as well as his dignity.

Oswald lazily jerked off Edwards member. He relished in the little moans and whimpers he was drawing from the man's mouth. Just a short few minutes later and pre-come was beading at Edwards tip, dripping down his shaft and onto Oswalds hand. "Now, now. We can't have you coming already, Eddie." Much to the distaste of Edward, Oswald pulled away his hand and licked off the fluid that had pooled there. The sight was enough to force a moan from Edwards lips.

"Oswald. Stop. S-stop teasing me. I don't like it."

"You're not supposed to like it. This is about me. Seeing you undone. Maybe I can make you beg. No... No. Not right now. You've been such a good boy, waiting," he cooed, running his hand through Ed's brown, fluffy locks of hair. "What do you want from me?"

Edward relished in the praise he was gaining from Oswald. "Everything. Please... Can I fuck you Oswald?" he asked, the desperation coating his voice.

"Hmm...yes. You can. But you're gonna stay right where you are."

Oswald pulled out his wallet, and out of that a small tube of lubricant. He began applying it to his own fingers, dropping his pants in the process.

"Wait - Mister Penguin, could I do that for you?" he asked timidly. Sure he hadn't much experience, but he wanted to be of use, rather than just laying there. Oswald thought for a moment. "Why not." He handed Edward the tube. "I'll talk you through it."

Oswald dragged over a chair that he could lean over, then knelt on it, with his chin rested on the back. Edward was met with the endearing sight of Oswalds ass, round and firm.

"Alright. Coat two of your fingers with the lube." On himself, if he was using a toy, Oswald would usually use three fingers. But he wanted to feel the burn.

Ed complied, and did as he was asked, pouring the lube until two of his fingers were shimmering with the substance.

"Alright. Now push one of them into my ass. You don't have to be gentle."

Edward nodded in compliance and pulled one of Oswalds cheeks to the side, before gradually pressing it inside of him.

Oswald bit down on his lip, holding in a little moan. "You're doing great. Now you start moving it. In and out."

Edward smiled and got comfortable, slowly moving the finger, preparing Oswalds for his cock.

"Agh. Fuck. Forget the second finger. Pull it out. That's enough," grunted Oswald. He needed Edwards dick inside of him as soon as physically possible.

Edward, like the obedient man he was, pulled out the finger and lay back down. "Sorry."

"You don't need to apologise." Oswald regained himself in a few seconds and stood, situating himself on Edwards lap. "Don't be loud now. Otherwise we won't play this little game ever again." He adjusted Edwards cock, so that the head was pressing up against his ass, then in a single swift movement, lowered himself down.

Edward thought he was going to pass out. The pleasure he was feeling, with Oswalds ass wrapped tight around him. It was heavenly. His chest heaved, and he shook with every breath he took. "Oh... O-Oswald..Oswald."

It was a burn of a stretch, painful. But Penguin was enjoying every second of it. He moved his hips in circles, then bounced once. Fuck.. That was nice. He'd soon set up a steady rhythm, and Edwards member was hitting his prostate with near enough every move he made. He was close... So, so close. And he could feel Edward was too. His breathing was laboured, his face was red and sweaty. "Come on, Eddie. Come inside of me." He ordered, using his thumbs to press harshly down on Edwards pink nipples. "Come inside me right now." That was the only stimulation Nygma needed, in order for him to fill up Oswalds ass with his hot come. Oswald followed swiftly after and soon, they were both a sticky mess.

Edward looked close to falling asleep, so Oswald pulled off and threw his clothes at him. "Come on. We have to g-" The door slammed open, and there stood Jim Gordon. Both Oswald and Edward glanced at each other, then the man stood at the door... Now was the time to make up some excuses. And fast.