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In a place like Arkham Asylum, It’s important to strike when the iron is hot. This logic can be applied to stealing necessities when a guard's back is turned, or perhaps sneaking out to the courtyard for a quick smoke. For patients Jonathan Crane and Edward Nygma, this meant something far more intimate.
On the cold, damp, concrete floor of a supply closet located deep in the confines of Arkham, kneels the Scarecrow. Before him stands the Riddler, desperately pulling at the elastic waistband of his orange issued sweatpants. An unusual silence falls between the two, only being filled in by heavy breaths and shuffling feet. It wasn’t the ideal conditions for a blowjob, but it will do for now.
With his pants and boxers now pushed down to his ankles, Edward takes his half-hard cock in his hand and leisurely strokes himself while his companion prepares. As Dr. Crane removed his rounded glasses off of a large, pointed nose, Edward can’t help but admire the way he looks. Weeks of neglect have left dark brown curls to form around his round ears and at the base of his neck. Bright blue eyes, usually so harsh and full of thought, soft and bleary with lust. Edward had become so distracted that he flinched when cold hands ran up his thighs, tickling the soft ginger hair that grew there. He couldn’t help but scowl at the deep chuckle Jonathan let out.
“Could you take any longer? It’s freezing in here.”
Edward shutters as a long hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing.
“I will if you keep complaining.”
Despite knowing the bluff, Edward shuts his mouth, just in case Jonathan is in a more stubborn mood. He doesn’t however, cover up a light moan that bubbles up as his hand starts to move. Jonathan moves his hand closer to the tip of his penis and starts to pull the skin back and forth over the exposed head. At this, Edward allows himself to lean his back against the wall and close his eyes as he enjoys the feeling. Yet another low chuckle emits from his companion and he opens one eye to see what could possibly be so funny.
“Bit excited there aren’t ya?”
Jonathan, unfortunately, pulls his hand away to show off the precum that has already covered his palm. Edward has been in Arkham for weeks now with no way to relieve himself. Of course he could masturbate, but sometimes it’s simply too depressing to jerk off in a prison bed.
“Is that a problem?”
He asks with a bit of a bite, already tired of the interruption.
Edward is not rewarded with an answer but instead a tight grip to the base of his cock and a long, firm lick to the underside of his penis. This causes his eye to shut once more and a groan to make its way out of his chest. It didn’t take long for Crane to take his tip into his mouth.
Edward takes a second to look down at his partner. Jonathan looks lovely, bobbing his head and gently cupping his balls. Sweat causes Edwards glasses to start slipping down his nose, which he pushes up to continue watching. Jonathan forces himself down to the base and Edward flinches once again, feeling a sharp sting.
“Watch your teeth please, I would rather not have to go to the med wing with bite marks on my dick.”
Yet again, he is not given an answer, but instead long nails being dragged down his thigh, leaving bright red marks. Edward wants to be upset, but he can’t deny the twitch his dick gave, or the moan he lets out. Not wanting to back down however, he buries his fingers deep into dark curls and pulls sharply. This achieves an illicit groan from his companion on his knees. Crane comes back with a newfound enthusiasm. With a warm wet mouth still around his cock, he can feel Crane’s tongue running along the underside of his shaft. This is enough to almost bring him over the edge.
“Fuck Jon…”
Yet again, this causes his companion to let out a groan. With his hand still tangled in his hair, Jonathan allows his head to be gently moved while he palms his own hardness through his pants.
Edward begins to feel delirious. Moving Jon’s head at his own pace, a warm hot tongue running up and down his cock, and a firm hand gripping nail prints into his hip. The heat was becoming almost painful and he quickly hurdled towards release.
What finally pushed him over the edge was the obvious stain appearing on the front of Jonathan's pants as well as the groan that accompanied it. Despite the lack of warning, Jonathan makes sure to swallow everything. He says this is because it makes less of a mess, but Edward knows better.
Jonathan pulls himself off of Edwards cock, leaving them both panting and satisfied. Edward moves quickly to pull his pants back up over shaking legs and offers a hand to Jonathan. He takes the offered hand, and uses the other one to wipe the excess saliva and cum off of his lips. Quickly Jonathan moves to grab the back of Edward’s head and pulls him into a hard kiss. Despite enjoying the gesture, Edward is quick to push him away with a disgusted noise, not interested in tasting himself on Crane’s lips. At this, Jonathan gives a toothy, malicious grin as he goes to retrieve his glasses.
“What are you going to do about your pants?’
It would be hard to walk into the cafeteria with such an obvious stain on his crotch without drawing any attention.
“I was planning on sneaking into the laundry room before I headed back.”
“Ah”
Makes sense. Nobody does laundry on Sundays so the chances of running into someone there were low.
“Care to join me?”
At this Edward raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t often that Jonathan invited him to tag along on solo missions, especially after such an escapade.
“Have something in mind?
“Perhaps.”
With that, Crane leaves the supply closet. With such an interesting proposition, Edward can’t help himself. He runs a hand through his hair, pushes his glasses up on his nose, and hightails it to catch up with Jonathan, making his way down to the basement.