incipience
Summary - Sick of Edward's attitude, Jonathan dissolves into making threats of violence which would shake any man. However, Edward proves to be much more than the average man and his unexpected reaction leads to a new shift in their relationship. (NSFW)
(This fic is a direct continuation of THIS lovely comic by the wonderfully kind and painfully skilled @creature-lala whose Scriddler art has shaken me to the absolute clit core!)
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Eyes narrowing as he felt Jonathan’s sudden enlightenment to his salacious desires force him to pull away from the heated moment, Edward reached out with his right hand and pressed his fingers into Jonathan’s knee to keep the connection alive. It was a move which earned a sharp inhale from Jonathan’s lips as his eyes dropped to his knee before flicking back to Edward’s face, a delicious mix of repressed arousal and shame fighting across his features.
Edward bit the back of his tongue as he watched Jonathan’s face flush. The honesty which had sat in those features as Jonathan described exactly how he would punish Edward for his sins was now painfully subdued; his passionate words quickly snuffed by the realisation that Edward was not quite experiencing the desired effect of his threats.
In its place sat something even more delicious.
Something which Edward knew he could work with to get what he wanted.
Jonathan could give him what he needed. Behind the scientist’s sharp gaze lay a brilliance that, while much too focused on a single goal, was still enough to gather and maintain his interest. Add to that the piercing blue of those eyes and how a simple look could pin him in place faster than any physical restraint and Edward was sold. He wanted that gaze for himself and himself alone and he would coax Jonathan from his self-inflicted repression to achieve his goals.
“I don’t want you to leave me alone.” Edward insisted, his voice teasing but firm. “In fact, I think that refusing to follow up on your very interesting threats will leave a sour taste instead of something which could be so much sweeter. For both of us.”
Jonathan, a man of many things but never a fool, sensed the shift in attitude like a shark detected blood and he tensed his body as he met Edward’s wolfish smirk with a deadpan look which hid his growing anxiety. Never one to mince words despite his hesitation, Jonathan challenged Edward head on as he fixed him with a sharp, intense look.
“What do you want from me, Edward? Speak plainly and don’t waste my time.”
“I want you to, what did you say, ah yes, fill me up.” Edward stated, his elven features as honest as could be as he openly confessed to his wants. “Not with that bastard toxin of yours but with something which I think you’ll enjoy even more. No strings attached. A simple acknowledgement and fulfilment of base desires.”
“And why me? I am no fool and you are,” Jonathan paused, “much better suited to more appropriate partners.”
“You sell yourself short, Doctor Crane. That intensity you carry and wield like a blade has always left me curious about how else that focus can be deployed.”
Sliding his hand up Jonathan’s leg with a slow enough pace to ensure that Jonathan could knock his hand away at any time, Edward felt a wild thrill of victory score up his spine as his fingers went uncontested as they slipped across Jonathan’s groin to cup at his clothed cock. He gently massaged at the semi-hard length as Jonathan, instead of pushing his hand away, gasped and pressed up into his touch – his body betraying him in an instant.
“Make me whimper, Crane. You know I deserve it. Show me how terrible the great Scarecrow can be and how sorry I should be for questioning him.”
Emotion flaring in him, arousal and shame creating a raging heat in his thoughts, Jonathan struck like a serpent as he leapt from his seated position and pulled Edward to his feet with him. Spinning in place, he pushed Edward harshly towards the nearby wall – ensuring that Edward’s expression flickered with discomfort as he struck the wall with his back and skull in a muted thud.
“Pretend to be angry all you like, Jonathan.” Edward hissed, the back of his head throbbing slightly as it recovered from its collision. “But you and I both know the truth. Surely, you’re not afraid of a little fuck.” Emphasising the final word with a defiant smirk, Edward once again dropped his hand to Jonathan’s groin and continued massaging his cock through the slacks, feeling his own cock twitch at the definite hardness which met him there.
With Edward pinned against the wall by the heft of his body, Jonathan focused on steadying his breath as he stared down into Edward’s pink-tinged face. Hiding his insecurities behind irritation, Jonathan found the familiar emotion easier to manage than the anxiety which pierced at his gut at the thought of actually sharing even a part of himself with the smirking genius.
“If I fuck you then it means nothing to me. Don’t allow yourself to fall victim to any romantic illusions.” Jonathan growled. “You mean nothing to me outside of a vague amusement at your sheer impudence and occasional brilliance.”
Edward, openly delighted with his win and the subtle praise, simply brought his other hand up to stroke along the faint shadow of Jonathan’s stubble, “I only want you to touch me and fuck me the way I like it. I’ll scream for you, my Scarecrow, but you have to earn it.”
The words igniting fresh uncertainty within Jonathan – his lack of familiarity with what Edward would actually want from him taking the wind from his sails – he instead twisted his mouth into something unpleasant.
“I’m an old, cantankerous bastard. You don’t want me like this. You wouldn’t struggle to find something fresh-faced and eager to fuck. You don’t want…this.”
Giving Edward one last chance to back out, to confess to the mocking game which he was no doubt playing, Jonathan narrowed his eyes behind thin, rounded glasses.
“Oh, but I do.” Edward practically purred. “I’m a genius, I know what I want and I always achieve my goals. I mean, look how handsome you are, Doctor. You’re positively throbbing for me through those out-dated and, frankly, horrific slacks. But still, I want you to fuck me against this wall and show me what you can do.”
His cock painfully pressing into his boxers, Jonathan hissed as Edward made quick work of said slacks and freed his cock to the heated air between them. His length immediately jutting to full attention, Jonathan bit harshly at his inner cheek to keep from making any noise as he watched Edward drink in his arousal.
“Oh, yes.” Jonathan’s size making his mouth twitch, Edward had all the appearance of a cat which had caught a particularly delicious canary. “That’ll do nicely.”
Edward twisted himself in place, shuffling his own emerald slacks free of his ass as he allowed them and his white briefs to fall to the floor in a pool around his ankles. Now pressed against the wall, Edward wrapped a hand around his own cock as he angled himself carefully – brushing his ass along Jonathan’s cock in open invitation as he bent towards the wall.
“I want to feel all of it.” Edward insisted. “Everything you have. Every inch. With some spit and a little effort, I’m sure you can manage that, my crow.”
His last sexual encounter having been more of a disappointment than anything else, Jonathan’s chest felt tight as he clumsily spat into his hand before returning it to lube up his cock. His spit mixed messily with the small bead of pre-cum which seeped from his slit and Jonathan ensured that he was adequately wet before pushing forward once more.
Pressing his cockhead to Edward’s ass, Jonathan remained silent, not quite trusting his voice to remain as calm and despondent as he would like. Heartbeat hammering in his ears, he found it difficult to deny the excitement which jerked his cock and made his groin feel tight – the slight unease which any physical contact sparked now feeling almost muted by the heat in his skin.
With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other gripping Edward’s shoulder as though it were a lifeline, Jonathan jerked his hips as he slipped the blunted head of his cock within Edward’s ass with only a little resistance. At the sensation, a soft woosh of air seemed to break free of Edward’s lips and Jonathan saw his hands flex against the wall as he muttered something unintelligible.
Edward was so tight, so utterly warm and soft, that Jonathan bit back a groan as he enjoyed the pressure which enveloped his cock with a vice-like grip. He moved slowly, not quite trusting Edward’s insistence that his spit would be sufficient, but as he slowly delivered shallow thrusts which sunk his cock deeper and deeper with every stroke, he found that he didn’t care enough to comment.
“You need to give me more, Doctor Crane.” Edward huffed after a minute, pushing his ass firmly against Jonathan’s groin as he made his demands with a throaty tone. “You’re hardly going to hurt me.”
“I could hurt you.” Jonathan hissed, the criticism licking at his ego with a barbed tongue as he pulled almost free and slammed his hips harder to build up a rhythm. “I could make you scream for me and reduce you to a shell of the man we both know.”
“Promises.” Panted Edward, the renewed aggression exactly what he wanted as he hid his smirk from the incensed scientist. Jonathan’s cock was long and definitely thick enough to ensure a steady pressure against his prostate which was already making his gut feel tight and hot as his knees steadied against the strong figure which now pinned him.
“The line between arousal and fear is but a whisper, Edward. All that bravado, that power you seem to think you have over me, all gone with a single press of the plunger.”
Discussing his work always bolstered his determination, the confidence of his own brilliance a veneer against any pesky emotions which dared to surface. He could smell Edward’s masochism, that need to be used and punished one of the things which made Jonathan attracted to him in the first place, but what Edward lacked in self-preservation, he apparently more than made up for in his confidence when it came to more…physical encounters.
It was in that regard that he did hold power over Jonathan and it was a power which, admittedly, made Jonathan’s cock throb as he considered how good he was making the self-proclaimed genius feel. Edward was capable of using his own nature against him, of taking control and ensuring that they both achieved something from their engagement, and Jonathan had to admire the sheer gall of it all.
Feeling ashamed at how quickly he felt his peak approaching, Jonathan’s pride lashed at him and he quickly reached around to wrap his hand around Edward’s cock – determined to force him to an equally fast finish. Edward, delighted by the sudden initiative, shuddered at the additional stimulation and his demands came harshly as he looped an arm behind him to clutch at the hair which sat neatly on the nape of Jonathan’s neck.
Jonathan growled as Edward tugged at his hair, the discomfort a welcome distraction from the maddeningly tight heat of Edward’s ass. However, his pain was quickly lessened as Edward released him and instead allowed his slender fingers to latch on to his bolo tie, pulling the two loose strands hard enough to force Jonathan’s head forward an inch.
The slight constriction to his throat sent a thrum of interest straight to Jonathan’s cock and he grunted at the sudden flush of arousal.
“Jonathan.” Edward gasped. “You’re going to- fuck! Jonathan. I’m going to come.”
And Edward did just that. His body curling against Jonathan’s, Edward whined as he came – his release spilling across Jonathan’s fingers as Jonathan felt something in his chest shift as he heard such a pathetic noise issuing from Edward’s lips. Determined to hear it again, Jonathan refused to let up either his cock or his fingers as he continued to stimulate Edward through his orgasm and swallowed down each of the small noises which his efforts gained.
His own cock twitching as the band of hot tension which strangled his gut felt fit to snap, Jonathan had the foresight to pull his cock free as he came – instead splattering his release across the soft globes of Edward’s ass as he stuttered out Edward’s name. Edward hadn’t said anything about where he was to finish so Jonathan took the more gentlemanly route, not quite wanting to ruin the slight moment.
Both men enjoyed the aftershocks of their fuck with desperate breaths, their arms still tangled in a mess as they openly used the others body for physical support.
Of the two, Edward was quicker to recover. Thoroughly disappointed that Jonathan had chosen to come on him rather than in him, he was nevertheless satisfied and he wore his satisfaction with a smugness which immediately made Jonathan regret not choking him out with his remaining strength.
“Mm, my delicious scarecrow. Did you like hearing me gasp your name?”
“I’d like it more with my toxin flowing through those insolent veins.” Jonathan grumbled but there was a hint of pride laced through his deadpan tones; his relief at Edward’s approval something which he could never allow himself to confess to as he leaned against Edward’s slack body. “Your screams could be much sweeter, Edward.”
“Keep meeting my needs like this and we’ll see.”
“You would let me inject you?” His cock already throbbing at the prospect despite how spent he felt, Jonathan couldn’t keep the excitement from his tone.
“What? No. Do I look insane?” Edward countered instantly, his eyes widening with surprise that Jonathan would even ask in any serious capacity. “But there are discussions to be had between two consenting adults which may benefit those more sadistic edges of your personality.”
Once again thrown by just how accurately Edward seemed able to perceive him, what surprised Jonathan even more was just how eager he was to see those discussions come to light.
