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Ed wasn't sure how this had all happened but he was not going to question it. After all, he could be opportunistic when he needed to be and he had never been in this position before.
Late into the night, he and Oswald had been talking and laughing. They had both fallen asleep where they were, Ed languidly spread over the master chair and Oswald curled up on the chaise lounge.
Ed didn't even dare to move.
For, since the moment his eyes opened and fell on the sleeping figure of Oswald, an intense emotion had flooded his entire being. He had never felt anything like it, except on a smaller scale with Kristen and he had to remember to breathe as the early morning sun caught Oswald's dark hair and lit up the sharp cheekbones angling his face.
There was no other word to describe the moment.
Beautiful.
Oswald looked beautiful.
Ed's mind drifted back in memory, trying to catalogue any same-sex attraction he had ever experienced before this moment.
He drew a blank.
It was just Oswald. All curled up with his arms hugging an empty wine bottle to his chest like a comforter or blanket. Slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Are you finished staring, Ed?" Oswald asked, voice groggy from sleep as the grin grew even wider.
Ed was startled. He hadn't even realised Oswald had woken up and he instantly looked away, face blushing a deep and uncomfortable red. Getting unsteadily to his feet, he murmured apologies for being weird, and rushed away to shower and prepare himself for the day ahead.
When he returned, freshly shaven and clean, he entered the office and busied himself with practical matters whilst the room was notably absent of Oswald.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
Ed turned to see Oswald limping into the room, also fresh and shaven, a touch of eyeliner and a strong smell of aftershave wafting past him.
"Good morning, Oswald." Ed returned at once, trying to ignore the man who had become like a magnet for his gaze.
Oswald sat at his desk and remained there quietly, observing Ed as the man in question grew uncomfortable over the constant stare.
"You have a meeting at nine." Ed commented, trying to break the tension by talking about work.
"I am aware." Oswald stated simply, still drinking in the image of Ed pottering around near the filing cabinet.
Ed quickly glanced over at the bird. Oswald was smiling fondly and watching him work, and Ed looked away sharply.
"You are not weird." Oswald said sharply, then looking down at the file under his nose.
Spell broken by the heat and intensity of Oswald's gaze, Ed sighed with relief. Had his feelings for Kristen ever been as strong as these? It was impossibly uncomfortable to be in the same room as Oswald as evidenced by the incessant bumbling around.
He said nothing in return, his mouth dry and traitorously quiet. Licking his lips, Ed braved another glance over at Oswald. The mayor was perusing documents and avoiding looking at Ed. Maybe he could sense the discomfort from his Chief of Staff. It must have been blindingly obvious that Ed was struggling to survive.
"Okay. Enough. What's wrong with you?" Oswald finally asked, when the tension in the room rose to an unbearable degree.
Ed froze where he was, eyes widening at the sudden question. He had not expected Oswald to call him out, yet, here he was caught like a deer in the headlights.
"Nothing's wrong." Ed chuckled mirthlessly. It was hard to get words out.
Oswald shifted in his seat, and the next instant the bird was in front of him, looking up at him with a worried expression. "Ed. Something is wrong. I know you. I know you are struggling with something. Help me help you."
Ed took a deep shaky breath. "It's hard to speak right now."
"Have I done something wrong? Have I upset you?" Oswald asked, his teeth worrying his lower lip anxiously.
"No! You haven't done anything wrong. It's me. I think I am seriously malfunctioning." Ed said nervously.
Oswald blinked, confused. "Are you leaving me? I thought we had a good thing going here. You are important to me. I don't want to lose you, Ed."
"I have a crush on you." Ed blurted out.
Oswald's eyes were impossibly wide. He looked at Ed startled for a moment, and then a warm smile lit up his adorable features.
Reaching a hand up to twine into Ed's tie, Oswald tugged the taller man towards him and locked lips the moment Ed was close enough. The kiss was slow and deeply intimate, Oswald's tongue (longer than Ed had ever suspected) snaked into his mouth and mapped out the area thoroughly.
Ed was shaking as Oswald's other hand unbuckled his trousers and unzipped his fly. A careful, loving hand moved into his pants, winding around his dick and tightening, making the entire organ throb from base to tip.
Ed had forgotten to breathe. Finally, he moaned into Oswald's mouth and his own arms moved to the bird's shoulders, holding him firmly in place as Oswald pulled and teased Ed, bringing him close to orgasm in an embarrassingly short time and ending him catapulting over the edge with a howl of intensity.
Ed's limbs buckled as he groaned and felt Oswald's hand, the hand that had grabbed his tie, steady him, winding around his back and keeping him upright.
Backing him over to the desk, Oswald lay Ed reverently over the paperwork and tugged down his own underwear and pants. Ed lifted his legs at once, hooking over Oswald's shoulder as the smaller man slicked his entrance with his own come.
As Oswald slid into the warmth and heat of Ed's ass, he moaned. Seating himself inside Ed, Oswald enjoyed the moment of his cock pulsing with need within his Chief of Staff, balls tight against the other man's sensitive skin.
"Fuck me." Ed begged as Oswald began a punishing rhythm, fucking him into the desk with little restraint. It was heavenly, Ed seeing stars as Oswald pounded his prostate, sending papers flying everywhere and, for once, Ed could not care less about the mess they were making together. It was glorious and fulfilling and powerful. The face of Oswald flushed and panting above him as he worked his way in and out of Ed, the pressure building in his gut to empty himself inside of Ed was everything that Ed had ever wanted or needed.
Oswald growled, his lips curling back over his teeth as his hips stuttered and his face fell backwards, eyes closing in bliss as his climax erupted like a volcano. Filling Ed. Marking him. Ed clamped the spasming organ with his muscles, tightening them as Oswald rode out his orgasm. The sweet tightness was almost too delicious for Oswald to bear and as his legs gave way, it was Ed who held him upright.
"The feeling is entirely mutual." Oswald panted as his shaking body came down from the high.
Ed laughed, cuddling Oswald to his chest and kissing his sweaty brow tenderly. "I hate to be the bearer of bad new, but it is almost nine."
Oswald sighed dramatically "Very well, I will prepare myself for the meeting ahead." Gingerly, Oswald withdrew from Ed, and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "But no more meetings for today. I have other plans for us."
Ed raised his eyebrow. He could well imagine the plans Oswald had made, chances were high that they wouldn't leave the bedroom for the rest of the day.
A feeling of contentment and adoration filled his heart.