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date night with the giggle man

Oswald knocks nervously on Jerome's door, anxious. He didn't know when he began to like the clownish man, but he knew it wasn't going away.

"Hey, Birdy..."

"I heard you got out of Arkham. Thought we could, y'know.... celebrate."

"I see you brought desert."

"I brought wine, what--"

Jerome silences the little bird with his lips, and Oswald squeaks.

"Hmm...this is some nice desert..." Jerome says darkly, running his fingers through Oswald's silken black hair.

"Come in. Ignore the blood. I couldn't get it cleaned up right."

Oswald clumsily walks in, noticing the puddle of dried blood on the carpet.

"I wonder what kinds of bodily fluids could clean that up..."

"Let's just eat food, and then we'll discuss that..."

Jerome smiles slowly, chuckling darkly.

Why was Oswald becoming infatuated with this man?

About an hour and a half later, the pair was drunk, laughing hysterically, feeling their inhibitions slip away.

It was only when Jerome drunkenly fell to the ground and Oswald got down beside him to help him up did Oswald give in to what he already wanted.

Jerome Valeska....

They kiss, softly at first, but it quickly develops into a full-blown make out session. Jerome and Oswald slowly walk to Jerome's bedroom.

But as Jerome goes to open the door, Oswald hears a whimper.

"Do you have a dog?"

"Nah, that's Mickey! He's my play thing...For now..."

"Oh...."

Jerome throws the door open, pulling Oswald inside. He pushed Oswald onto the bed and kisses him savagely.

"What's my name?"

"Jerome..."

"Good Birdy...."

Jerome continues teasing his little bird, stroking his cock slowly.

"Jerome, please...just fuck me..." Oswald begs. He doesn't have any experience, so he's unable to deal with the indescribable pleasure coursing through him.

"Don't come. Not yet, my little Penguin..."

"Jerome, i can't...oh, fuck!"

Oswald explodes all over Jerome's hand and on his own stomach. Oswald pants heavily, embarrassed.

"Aww, my little bird can't last long, can he?"

"No."

"Let's see if we can't hold on longer?"

And with that, Jerome sinks down on Oswald, riding him slowly. Oswald moans, bucking his hips lightly. Jerome fists his fingers in Oswald's hair, inhaling that intoxicating scent.

"You are so beautiful."

Oswald can't focus. He's trying desperately to last longer than before.

"Oh!" Oswald moans, feeling the build up. Jerome feels his little bird's desperation, and wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking himself in time with him and Oswald's movements. Jerome lets out a loud groan as he climaxes, clenching around Ozzie.

Oswald gasps throwing his head back and clasping Jerome's hand as he climaxes anew, calling out Jerome's name. The pair collapses in a heap, sweaty and sticky from all the cum.

"Good little bird." Jerome says quietly, sated.

Oswald sighs deeply, curling up in Jerome's arms.

"Good night Romie..."

"Good night, Pengy..."