"Click." Edward let out a perhaps slightly immature laugh, but given he had a scared and trembling Oswald underneath him, he thought he could be forgiven a bit of giddiness. "I took a mental picture," he informed him, then he finally slid off the desk, never allowing the gun to move even an inch. It was very satisfying to hear Oswald struggle with accommodating it, he couldn't help it. "Spread your legs, my dear, and perhaps you shouldn't try to kick me again."
Oswald wanted to glare, he wished he could glare but he was too busy trying not to choke to properly make the time to show and/or tell Edward that he was a goofy dork. It was probably for the best that he couldn't speak. He tried to swallow around the gun in his mouth, breathing very slowly, unsure if he liked the way he still had his finger on the trigger. One slip up and Edward could kill him, intentional or not. He did as he was told slowly, carefully, eyes on Edward the whole time.
What followed was of course not that surprising, since getting fucked was likely what Oswald had always thought this was all leading up to. What he probably hadn't anticipated was the way he'd be pinned to the desk helplessly, a gun in his mouth and eventually just against his head, Edward's finger off the trigger, just in case. He didn't want those kind of accidents and while buried deep inside Oswald, he wasn't that good at controlling himself.
He made sure they both came, jerking Oswald off once he was spent and finally pulling out, so he could roll to the side and lie down on the desk next to him, laughing to himself. He turned his head to the side to smile at his still so very helpless boyfriend, the gun once more right against the side of his head. "I could leave you here for a few hours."
"Will you?" It was an honest enough question, his voice a little hoarse from the gun invasion still. The barrel had hit the back of his throat and it was still pretty raw whenever he spoke. He shifted every so slightly, unable to move any more than he had, tilting his head to the side so he could look at Edward. His arms were starting to ache quite a bit, he had almost lost feeling in them and his throat had been scratched a fair bit by the letter openers. After all, it was hard to stay perfectly still when being fucked that hard.
He kind of wanted a shower and to not have that uneasy tenseness caused from having a gun against his head but he couldn't say he hated this, even if it was starting to get uncomfortable. Edward being all controlling and dangerous, the fact that it hurt so beautifully. He licked his dry lips and smiled ever so slightly. "You'll get bored if I'm just here all day."
"What? Why? I've never been bored." It was a very definite statement. It was difficult to get bored with a mind like his and he didn't think he missed out on much, so he never cared to chase after the sensation. "You get bored. That's because the King of Gotham is also a drama king." It couldn't be denied. Not that Edward was without dramatic flair, quite the opposite.
"I am not! How dare you?" Oswald snapped as he yanked his hands to try and launch forward and him him but the momentum just yanked him back hard into the desk, bashing his head. Oh yeah, he was not dramatic at all. He spluttered indignantly and let himself lie back, wincing in pain. "Yeah. Well. You're not better. Like I said, you'd get bored. All of this potential here and you'd be doing nothing. It's wasted. It's pointless. You hate pointless things."
"How would it be pointless? Have you seen yourself, birdie? For one thing, you look absolutely gorgeous like this. For another, your growing frustration is really entertaining." Edward chuckled and sat up, giving the gun a twirl and almost dropping it. "Alrighty, I need more practice with that." He put the safety back on and set the gun down on the table, considering. "You know what? I believe I'll drug you."
"No, I haven't, Ed. How could I have seen myself?" Yes, he was starting to get huffy. He didn't like the increasing level of smugness that Edward was displaying and he really just wanted to shove him off the desk. Dork. "Be careful with that gun. I mean it, you better not shoot me or I will have you dragged through the streets." He was sure he could hire someone to do. Probably. It was a nice thought, Edward being dragged along like an unruly dog through Gotham as penance. Oh yes, sadistic daydreams like that did make him feel better about this.
Huh. Wait. What did Edward just say? "What?!" Oswald strained up, his eyes wide. "Don't you dare!"
"I'm not shooting you, I put the gun down and everything. Now stay here, I need to get something from my lab." Edward looked around for his glasses, picking them up from the edge of the desk so he could put them on. He hopped to his feet and walked off, ruffling Oswald's hair as he did so. It didn't take him long to return, with a syringe in hand and a smile in place.
"Don't worry, Oswald. It's nothing dangerous." He would never risk him that way. "I just want to give you a chance to cool down before I release you."
"Edward!" Oh for the love of God. Oswald thrashed in his bindings but a swift slice from the letter opener soon reminded him why he needed to calm down. He whined in frustration and prepared to find a way to kick at Edward first chance he got. "I'm being serious, do not drug me!" It was two years ago all over again. Though this time at least he knew what a lunatic Edward was instead of just being confused and horrified when he kept stabbing him with needles.
"You are going to pay for this." There he was again, doing exactly what Oswald had warned him about. "I mean it! I'm going to get you back for this." He was going to reinstall Internet Explorer and purposefully be dense about riddles until he got his chance to tie the other down in kind.
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He made sure they both came, jerking Oswald off once he was spent and finally pulling out, so he could roll to the side and lie down on the desk next to him, laughing to himself. He turned his head to the side to smile at his still so very helpless boyfriend, the gun once more right against the side of his head. "I could leave you here for a few hours."
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He kind of wanted a shower and to not have that uneasy tenseness caused from having a gun against his head but he couldn't say he hated this, even if it was starting to get uncomfortable. Edward being all controlling and dangerous, the fact that it hurt so beautifully. He licked his dry lips and smiled ever so slightly. "You'll get bored if I'm just here all day."
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Huh. Wait. What did Edward just say? "What?!" Oswald strained up, his eyes wide. "Don't you dare!"
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"Don't worry, Oswald. It's nothing dangerous." He would never risk him that way. "I just want to give you a chance to cool down before I release you."
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"You are going to pay for this." There he was again, doing exactly what Oswald had warned him about. "I mean it! I'm going to get you back for this." He was going to reinstall Internet Explorer and purposefully be dense about riddles until he got his chance to tie the other down in kind.