bakerstreet | time for tuxedos for no reason

Jonathan didn't fight much when the hand was jerked away, dropping his head with a noise of pure frustration coming from him. Between the slowed movement and his hand back to the table. He started to move it back before the smug sounding tone of Edward's reminder stopped him. What Edward wanted.

He tried to keep his word and his pride, but as close as he felt it was hard. More so with that grip on his hip and the roll of Edwards hips sending a fresh wave of sensation through him, nearly combatting his building aggravation at being left on the edge. His pride was too strong to ask for permission to touch himself. But also, not wanting to lose the last of his control by completely disobeying the set silent rule.

"Edward, my beautiful, darlin' boy," He started out, his tone as sweet as he could manage in his lust heavy accented tone. Looking back as best he could. The sweet act dropped as the tone turned aggressive. "If ya don't help me out, I'm'a throw you on the floor and handle it m'self."

The smug smile that had spread across Edward's face at Jonathan's wordless complaint was short-lived. He met Jon's gaze as best as possible when those sweet words were spoken, clearly feeling victorious. He'd thought getting Jonathan to ask for anything would to be too much but it seemed he'd underestimated his own talent and ability to get under the man's skin.

Or not, as it turned out. His gloating expression vanished, eyes widening in surprise before narrowing again as he considered his lover. The threat was enough to make him suck in an eager breath, twitching where he was buried in Jon as he pictured it. "I'd like to see that."

Releasing Jon's hand, Edward's took over where it had left off, curling around him and setting a quick rhythm. Coordinating as best he could with the harsh movements of his hips as he resumed the earlier pace. "Next time," he promised, huffing out a laugh. "We'll see if you follow through."

Before tonight, Jonathan wouldn't have assumed he could glare while half weighed down with desire, his body burning for release, and yet, he managed to glare at Edward. Despite the bad angle. No amount of flexibility made that angle easy or comfortable, so he dropped his head again, taking in a frustrated breath.

"Gotta earn that..." He groaned out in response, feeling that twitch within him. That feeling paled in comparison when Edward's hand took over where his had left off, and the quick rhythm quickly pulling him back down into the burning desire he had been so deep in. He tried to stay still for Edward, wanting desperately to do anything but stay still, but torn between the pleasure assaulting his body. "Edward, jus' don't stop 'gain...Don't stop and I'll let ya do whatever next time. 'M so close..." The last line nearly panted out.

"Ha!" Edward's breathless crowing was short-lived - Jonathan wasn't the only one rapidly losing himself in sensation - but he was quite sure of his ability to get whatever he wanted from his lover at this point. If he wanted to watch Jon next time he'd find a way to make it happen. And Jon was doing nothing to suggest otherwise.

"Mm, Jon." Edward groaned and worked him faster, wanting to feel Jon finish first. It crossed his mind to do the exact opposite of what was demanded and stop to tease further but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when Jonathan sounded so desperate for him - just him, he recalled with a possessive thrill. "I'll hold you- Oh- Hold you to that." His forehead pressed against Jon's back, clinging to his lover as he lost himself in the rough thrusts into the lanky body before him.

Jon should have been concerned about how easily he gives into Edward's whims but, it hasn't made him mess up a job, end up in Arkham or get shot yet, so the scales were still on Edward's side. Eventually he was going to put his foot down, but tonight was not that night. Tonight, was Edward's night. Even if Jon couldn't fully follow through on doing everything his lover wanted, he had tried.

As with most of the night, Edward would once again get what he wanted, Jonathan's hraa's started to fall between moans, he could feel himself starting to fall over that edge, but it wasn't until Edward's forehead pressed against his back combined with the rough thrusts of his partner. His head lifting again as his body went rigid and, would a clear loud shout of Edward's name, his orgasm hit with full force. His eyes rolling back as his weight shifted to his elbows holding him up, his breath shifting to heavy pants, as he tried to keep himself up.

It was a valiant attempt definitely deserving of acknowledgement and Edward wasn't complaining about the outcome one bit. He could try to get Jonathan to ask for what he wanted - with proper manners - next time. It was enough to hear Jonathan call his name when his lover peaked, Edward's responding whine only slightly muffled by the fabric of the suit he was pressing his face into.

His movements became faster, rougher. Both hands tight on Jon's hips now as Edward chased his own orgasm, gasping into the space between them. He wasn't far behind Jon. Moments later pressing as deep as he could and holding himself there, burying a shout in Jon's back and shuddering with his release.

Gasping with exertion, Edward wrapped his arms around Jonathan, resting heavily against his lover while he came back down. He sighed and rubbed his cheek against the back beneath him, heart still beating fast. "Mm, Jon..."

Jonathan's breaths still coming in heavy pants as his body was trying to catch up with itself, his body hypersensitive but he didn't pull away. No, his eyes closed as he gasped once more feeling Edward's movements both speed up and become rougher.

"Come on, Ed....I got'cha." He spoke, his voice less tense more relaxed with the climax, and feeling Edward still going. Taking in the sounds and feel of his lover reaching his orgasm. He had both hands on the table holding them both up until Edward's arms wrapped around him, his weight shifted just a bit to one arm so he could use the other hand to squeeze one of Edwards hands. He was still coming down and listening to the sounds that came from his lover, the feeling of him rubbing his face against the jacket made Jonathan smile, glad that Edward couldn't see the smile.

"Ed, darlin', while that was thrillin', I... can't stay like this much longer." He spoke after a few moments of enjoying the closeness and the sound of his name from Edward again.

Edward chuckled tiredly against Jonathan, his hand twisting around to squeeze back briefly. Slowly peeling himself off of his lover's back, he straightened up and reached down to hold the condom in place as he pulled out. He shuffled over a step and sat in the closest chair, almost immediately shifting and pulling the box of condoms from underneath him with a grimace. Tossing it onto the table carelessly, he reached out to touch again, stroking down Jon's arm.

"Worn you out, have I old man?" Sounding rather tired himself as he tried to catch his breath. His own smile was lazily pleased, looking up at Jon affectionately. A shiny prize, getting Jon dressed up and out on the town and getting him to give up control for Edward? All in all, it had been a very good night.

Grabbing the sleeve of Jon's suit, he tugged insistently, chin tilting up. "Come here."

Jonathan stayed in place until he felt Edward pulling out, closing his eyes a moment to ground himself, a slight ache lingering under the blissful lethargic feeling left in the wake of their tryst.

Only once Ed had sat and tossed the box on the table did Jonathan push himself off the table the rest of the way. Leaning to the side a bit to pop one of his joints. One of those pleased little noises of his escaping with that internal pop.

Hearing his lover's question, he looked back at him with that content look he tended to only have after just getting off. "You wish." He responded easily, with one of his pale brows arched looking Edward over. A moment was spared then to pull his pants back up, he didn't rebutton them or anything simply made movement easier without his legs tangled. Feeling the tugging on his sleeve and the tired sound of Edward's voice he moved forward, one hand moving out to trace Edward's cheek, before slipping back into his hair while Jon leaned down, the other hand braced the back of the chair to cage him in some.

"Lookin' pretty spent yourself, darlin'." He responded before leaning in to kiss Edward vigorously.

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It was on the tip of his tongue to protest Jon pulling back up his pants rather than removing them entirely - good as they looked Edward didn't want them getting stained. But he couldn't quite muster the energy or the desire to do so when he had his lover looming over him. Jon's underwear would bear the brunt of the mess and he'd organise a dry-cleaning pick-up tomorrow.

All Edward managed was a dissenting scoff before he was pressing eagerly into the kiss, hooking an arm around Jon's neck. He was more than willing to let Jonathan take control now that he'd had his fun, his eyes fluttering shut as he hummed contentedly into the kiss.

"Can you blame me?" Edward smirked up at Jonathan when he pulled away. "I had to do all the planning and work tonight, even helping you get dressed. I think I'm entitled to be worn out." Though he would need to get up in a minute and wash up before the mess started to bother him. For the moment though he was more interested in leaning back in his seat and toying with the hair at the nape of Jon's neck, smiling contentedly up at him.

He should have been concerned with the idea of staining the pants, namely with Edward's reaction to that tailored suit, there was no doubt he'd be shoved back in it eventually, but for now he wasn't quite thinking at capacity, the desire to move overrode the desire to protect the clothes. His boxers could handle it for now, he'd care about the mess soon enough.

He didn't pull too far back when the kiss broke, simply scratching his nails on the back Edward's head softly, looking down into his eyes, enjoying that content look on his lovers face. "I suppose you can, you've worked very hard today." He spoke a touch of amused contentment, enjoying the feel of Edward playing with his hair. "You can't complain. You did all of that because you wanted too. So, what would you like to do now? Shower, lie down, or order something in to celebrate a job well done?"

Eyes slipping closed in pleasure from the scratch of Jon's (mercifully shorter than previously) nails, Edward's attempt at reproach fell decidedly short of the mark. "Well I could hardly rely on you, now could I? Left to yourself, you wouldn't have even been allowed in with the staff, let alone gotten to mix with Gotham's upper crust." Cracking open an eye to direct a self-satisfied look at Jon. "And I seem to recall you having no complaints about the outcome there."

Contemplating the question, Edward reached out his free hand to stroke Jon's chest again but came up short at the mess of lubricant and other fluids smeared over his skin. It was an easy decision after all. "Shower. Then, assuming you haven't eaten today, we'll arrange dinner." There could be a small problem there since he hadn't given Jon the chance to pack any clothes and he'd presumably want to get out of the suit once he was clean, but they'd sort it out.

Jonathan drank in the sight of Edward's expression and his closed eyes. "I suppose you have a point there. I simply don't see the point, well normally not. You seem to quite enjoy it all." He could care less about the upper crust besides robbing them. "Not a complaint to be had tonight." He agreed.

A fun night of messing with the elites, marking one more name off his revenge list and speeding through the streets of Gotham? Who else got to have such fun date nights? Dressing up was a small price to pay when Edward put on such a good show. "I have, but for some reason I am hungry again, can't imagine why." He joked in a dry tone. "So, shower then we can deal with food." As per normal, Jonathan didn't care about the mess all that much, while his hands were significantly cleaner than Edwards, he did offer one to help his lover up. He'd worry about the clothes later or simply wear the pants and shirt once he got out, but after tonight he'd definitely be keeping a bag ready to leave, or tell Edward he was at least keeping a spare outfit or two here for when these situations arose.

Chuckling again, Edward took the proffered hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet. "Helped you work up an appetite, have I?" He leaned up to brush a kiss across Jon's cheek then turned away to remove and dispose of the condom and sort his own clothes out for the trek to the bathroom. "Why don't you go get the water running, I'll be in in a minute?"

He could pull out a robe for Jon to wear for the night at least. It would be both too short and too big on him but it would do the job - Edward himself hated putting back on clothes he'd taken off if they hadn't been washed first so he would protest Jon doing the same. And he much as liked the way the suit looked he could admit there were times when less formal clothing was preferable.

Though, having a similar thought, he would have to clear some space in his wardrobe to share. It might be difficult, given the extent of Edward's wardrobe, but he could make the sacrifice.

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An amused noise escaped him, waiting until after the kiss was pressed to his cheek to reply. "I suppose you have." Only then did he let go of Edwards hand and nod. One last lingering look given over Edward before he turned to head to the bathroom.

The water and shower turned on first, a temperature Jonathan liked picked, he always loved water being a touch too hot. The suit removed and folded. Finally realizing the mess that his boxers really took yet, he folded all his clothes knowing if he left them on the floor, he'd catch hell. His socks on top of all of them as they would be going back on. Jonathan seemed to always need to keep his feet covered. He even slept in his socks even if he often kicked them off in the night.

Once he slipped into the hot shower, using some of Edwards shampoo to get the gel out of his hair, only realizing then that he'd have to ask his lover about something to do with his contacts later, like hell he'd sleep in them. For now he was more concerned with cleaning himself up.

Edward watched Jon until he disappeared through the door to the main bedroom and attached bathroom, one final chance to appreciate the picture he made dressed up like that.

Washing his hands in the kitchen sink, he was about to return the box of condoms and lubricant to the bedroom when the mess on the table pulled him up short. Then it was back to the kitchen to collect tissues and disinfectant wipes. Three wipes used before he could believe there weren't some lingering, invisible fluids waiting to contaminate whatever touched the table next. Then he could get back to tidying up, putting the supplies back in the bedroom and retrieving a robe for Jonathan. His suit was stripped off and carefully put back on its hanger, to be sent for dry-cleaning, and his socks and underwear placed in the laundry hamper.

Padding naked into the bathroom, he noted the neatly folded clothes with approval and slipped into the shower with Jon. The water temperature got an arched eyebrow, heat already bringing a flush to his skin, but Edward didn't pass comment. Just grabbed his facial cleanser and stepped in front of his lover, reaching towards his face to wash off the makeup. "Hold still; you don't want me to get this in your eyes." He could let Jon do it, but he liked the intimacy of washing each other.

And Jonathan probably wouldn't do a proper job of it anyway.

While Jonathan knew that Edward would join him, even besides having said as much, he knew, yet, hearing him enter the bathroom had sent a flutter through him. One that he could worry about another time. After all, just the sight of his lover stepping in was enough to ignore nagging thoughts of a brain that always expected trouble.

Leaning down to meet him part way when he realized what Edward was doing his eyes closed. "Trying to keep them closed anyway, contacts are still in." He admitted, his eyes closing again after one more lingering look down Edwards body. Bruises were already starting to show on Jonathan's pale skin from the earlier markings, though he planned to at least leave a decent sized hickey on Edwards neck later, it was only fair. For now, his hands moved down to hold onto Edwards hips, his thumbs tracing the outline of the bone, his nails a little sharp now from snapping bits of them. He'd have to go to the salon tomorrow to get them filled in.

"Ah, yes, I suppose they would be." Unless Jon had managed to pocket a case for them before leaving which he doubted. It was disappointing he needed Jon to close his eyes, stopping Edward from enjoying more of those looks. He expected to be admired but that didn't make it less thrilling to have Jon looking at him like that.

Ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine at the sharp scrape of Jon's nails, he carefully applied the cleanser. When that was done, Edward didn't immediately let Jonathan wash it off. He took the time to trace over the marks he'd left behind while Jon couldn't see what he was doing, pressing roughly into one of the darker bruises. "I like when you wear them. Don't get me wrong, you pull off the 'stern professor' look very well - makes me wonder if I'm in for a caning sometimes and if that wouldn't be so bad - but you look good like this."

Pressing a washcloth into Jonathan's hand, Edward stepped away so his lover could wash off while he turned to removing his own makeup and hair gel.

He'd end up checking the jacket pockets afterwards, usually he was good about bringing a case, but he had assumed he was going home after the date. Which in hindsight was bad planning on his part. "It's fine, so long as I keep the water out." He didn't like the idea of anything going wrong while he had contacts in. His vision was bad enough without that.

That press into one of those darker bruises got a sharp intake of breath from Jonathan, tired and sated, didn't stop him from enjoying the touch of pain that contrasted far too well with the heat of the shower. A thoughtful sound passed his lips as he took the washcloth, moving a little to give Edward more room. He had two answers that he could have said then, but only one won out.

"Well, Mr. Nygma, it would be a lie to say the thought hadn't crossed my mind. You could use a touch of discipline." He spoke in a very firm tone, for one trying to keep his eyes closed while washing up. For the first time that night he didn't shake his head no, or deflect, accepting the compliment from his lover. Hearing it multiple times had some part of him wondering if he didn't look half as bad as he believes he does.

Edward certainly could have taken them back to Jonathan's or given him time to pack a bag but he hadn't wanted to and, unsurprisingly, that trumped his partner's convenience. They'd find a way to work around the issues and he might get a better appreciation for how bad Jon's sight was. Which might make him more accommodating in the future - he was too invested in having Jon's eyes on him.

It was lucky Edward's shower was on the larger side, though it was still a touch crowded with the two of them in there. Lucky they weren't bothered by being in close proximity either, Edward making a point to brush against or run his hands along Jonathan in between cleaning up.

Pausing in the middle of washing up himself, Edward looked thoughtfully over at his lover. Teeth dug into his lower lip and he turned back to rinsing out his hair, hiding his grin in case Jon opened his eyes. "You say that now but I have my doubts about your ability to ever follow through." Directing a challenging look over. "I'm sure you're not up to the task." He almost wondered if Jon hadn't been inviting him to make such a challenge, it was a given Edward would in the face of such a suggestion.

Edward's choices coming first would always be expected, part of dating someone self-involved. Jonathan knew this and tried generally to plan around it. Tonight, he hadn't but that mistake wouldn't be repeated, he learns from these mistakes, even if he repeats a lot of mistakes some he does evolve with. He preferred to be able to see as much as possible, far too many books to read, and a lovely view such as Edward was too good to have blurry.

He worked on washing up, thankful for the bigger shower, and how good the hot water was in this apartment. Another item to add to his list of repairs. Only once he felt he was clean enough; did he lean more into the random touches of his lover. A chuckle passing his lips, amused and cruel all at the same time. A laugh unheard in a while. "Oh, dear boy, you think that, but how do you really know it to be true? Giving into your many whims does not mean I wouldn't follow through or be up to the task." He finally opened his eyes, his head tipped a little, hair clinging to his forehead darker than normal. He had completely been inviting it, more for the challenge. "I suppose you will have to find out one day." He spoke, leaning in and dragging one of those sharp nails under Edward's chin. "Not today though." With that Jonathan made sure the soap was off him and stepped out to find one of the bath sheets wanting to dry his face and see how bad he's messed up his nails now that he could feel it. He already had a plan formulating for how and when to strike, the idea of giving Edward a little taste of corporal punishment was too good to ignore, but he knew he would want to wait, see if Edward forgot before he strikes.

"Jesus, Edward, I've broken half of my nails. You best be proud of yourself." That was going to be a pain to get filled back in.

More space and better hot water - better everything in his opinion - were just some of the reasons to have Jonathan spend the night rather than the other way around. Never mind that Edward made sure any needed repairs in the apartment were taken care of promptly be it by his own hand or a well-paid contractor. They'd nag at him constantly otherwise.

That laugh from Jonathan put a flutter in his gut, anticipatory and, though he didn't want to show it, a little nervous. "I suppose I shall." Eyelids fluttering, Edward tilted his chin up to encourage the touch, making a soft sound of disappointment when Jonathan pulled away. He was expecting there would be a future attempt to meet the challenge, though the idea would fade to the back of his mind with time. Whether or not Jon was capable of doing so was also in question. He considered himself far from easily handled, even by the Master of Fear.

With the shower to himself, Edward quickly finished washing up, turning off the water and stepping out after a few more minutes. He snickered at the complaint and snagged a bath sheet himself. "I most certainly am. But, if it is that much of an issue for you, maybe next time I should restrain you so you can't damage them." He wasn't sure Jon would let him as it would be an even greater loss of control without Edward's skill at escape artistry. But he had to see how Jon would react to the idea. Grabbing one hand to examine, he offered sweetly, "I can book you in to get some false nails applied if you like. My treat."

One day he would drag Edward home with him for a night instead but for now, he enjoyed spending time with Edward at his apartment. It was nicer and up to date, and the birds wouldn't set Edward's OCD off. He expected that to happen eventually. Winter was coming, and the birds would need to be addressed.

He didn't say anything else, just making a mental note to make sure he made that happen. If only to see how Edward reacted. He lets his lover get away with a lot, but the idea of being one to give him a little well-deserved discipline, well that just sent Jon's blood pumping. Though the question posed when his lover left the shower brought a half smirk to his features as he looked back to Edward again, his eyes raking over him now that they were safe from the water. "Take that down as a maybe, again, things you must earn, darlin'. I can't give you everything. You must work for such things." He hated the idea of handing over his control, but it was a good motivator, namely after such a good display just minutes ago of what his lover would do with that control.

Jon let Edward take his hand to see, his long spidery fingers looked same as ever but the nail of his middle finger were chipped in a slop, his index finger a little jagged, and one ring finger snapped to the quick, and his pinky nail just looked like the color had chipped but not the nail. "Thank you, Edward, but no. I am not fond of acrylics, and it would be counterproductive considering I recently cut these short. I will handle it myself." more he simply wasn't going to tell Edward he'd be going to the salon later. Leaning over to kiss his cheek.

The combination of the birds, Jon's old house and winter wasn't one Edward had truly considered. Something he might come to regret when a solution needed to be found. But until then.

Scoffing, Edward waved a dismissive hand. "You say it as though it's a challenge to get what I want from you." He smirked and dragged a finger down the centre of Jon's chest. "I think you just don't want to admit that you like giving me what I want." It was so very easy for Edward to get his way, the point could hardly be argued. "But if you want to put on a show of resistance I won't stop you." Smirking as he patted Jon's cheek. It was obvious to him that his lover rightfully enjoyed indulging him but he'd let the reluctant act continue. It did make getting his way more enjoyable.

Edward hadn't expected the offer to be accepted or he wouldn't have made it - he didn't want to have to deal with Jonathan having acrylic nails - and simply hummed in agreement. He turned to brush a kiss across Jon's mouth in return and stepped back. Heading out into the bedroom, he grabbed the lurid green silk bathrobe - with a question mark embroidered on the back, naturally - off the bed and held it out. "You can wear this for tonight."

Picking up a pair of pyjama pants for himself, he offered with forced nonchalance, "I can make sure there's something here for you next time."

An unamused look crossed his features at Edward's words, but the finger being drug down his chest clearly distracted him a bit. "Has it not crossed your mind, my darlin' that the nights we see one another I am often in the mood to be giving? You know me well enough to know that is not always the case." He'd deny it, as with all things, but he did look forward to date night. His eyes narrowed a little at the pat, but he couldn't glare much right now. His mood did tend to stay in the range of better for a while after getting off.

Kissing Edward back, he waited a moment watching Edward leave the bathroom, just enjoying the sight before following along, stopping long enough to grab his socks. He arched a brow at the robe before nodding and taking it to slip it on and tie it closed. "Well, I suppose for now I really am trapped here." He had to say it, even if he had already accepted that he was spending the night. "That would be good yes. If you either let me decide what or promise it won't be all suits. I can't live in suits like you."

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