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He's been free from Blackgate for shy of one month, already situated behind his desk again, taking back control of his businesses. It's surprisingly easy, even after ten years, to step back into his role as Penguin.
Jim has come to see him, standing in front of Oswald’s desk, sheepish, eyes cast downward briefly in shame before they lock with Oswald's.
"I'm sorry I never tried visiting you again," he says. "After you refused, I didn't want to bother you."
"You caged me like an animal for ten years," Oswald says calmly. "Why would I want to see you?"
"Oswald," Jim says desperately, "I had to!"
Oswald laughs bitterly. "Had too? We stood shoulder to shoulder and fought for this city. And you imprisoned me?"
"I made deals. Got you the shortest sentence. The prosecution was coming at you for life. Ten years was the best I could do!"
"It's not just about that," Oswald tells him. "You've betrayed me, hurt me, left me for dead. Shot me. Mocked me. I adored you and you knew it, took advantage of it, let it go on for your convenience."
"Yeah, I know. I've had ten years to think about it myself. Ten years without being able to take advantage really gives one perspective of how much they needed the person they took advantage of."
Oswald rolls his eyes.
"I want to make it up to you," Jim tells him earnestly. "Please tell me how."
"You're laying yourself wide open, Jim. Your cruelty to me must weigh heavily for you to be so brave in your attempt to atone."
Jim stares unwavering at Oswald, waiting.
"There's only one thing I want from you," Oswald tells Jim in a quiet, hot voice.
Jim's eyes widen, understanding immediately but he asks for clarification with a big, blunt 'What?'.
"You," Oswald confirms with a sharp nod.
Jim grimaces slightly. "What do you mean, me?"
Chuckling, Oswald casts a glance up and down Jim's body. "I want you to make reparations on your knees," he says. Saying it feels so bold, he feels so strong and brave. A decade and a half ago, he'd of got down on his knees for Jim in a heartbeat. He'd of let the man collar him and walk him around the GCPD as his pet, on some days.
But not now. It seems Oswald has come a long way, understanding that he has a place in Jim's life a little more superior than before.
"You want me to apologize by sucking you off?"
"So crude," Oswald chides. "But yes… I want you to show the full extent of your guilt by using your mouth on me," he says. He's so hard at just the thought alone, at his intrepid confession.
He can't read Jim's expression. Implacable, completely void of any avenue to discern what he might be thinking. Oswald holds his breath at Jim's unmoving form, unsure if it means he's shocked into stillness, thinking about doing it, or looking for the best excuse to kill Oswald.
"That's really what you want?"
"That's really what I want. Now. Here. I'm already aroused thinking about it."
Jim swallows thickly. "I suppose you deserve something of weight," he says quietly and moves towards Oswald slowly. He swallows again as he gets onto his knees between Oswald's spread legs, avoiding eye contact.
Oswald unbuttons and unzips his trousers, pulls his cock out of the opening in his boxers. "Hold it," he tells Jim, who takes it in hand quickly and tugs it a few times. Oswald can see him look at it, bite his lip. "Go on Jim," he encourages. "Make it up to me."
Jim’s gaze flicks up to Oswald briefly and then returns downwards, over Oswald’s expensive tailored shirt and waistcoat, over his chubby belly, and down to his cock. He’s slow taking it into his mouth, but he’s wetted his lips and he takes half of Oswald in easily. His mustache adds a decadent tickle.
Immediately, Oswald’s head falls back against his chair and he groans out, long and low. Jim’s first suck is light, tentative, almost nervous in nature. The second and third are just the same, and his fisting of the cock is shy. Oswald cards a hand through Jim’s hair, kindly and then sensually, first his finger strokes soft and then with more pressure; Oswald is unsure if this is his first time with a cock in his mouth and either way, he’s aroused by Jim’s experience or lack thereof. “That’s it, Commissioner,” he moans, “don’t be timid.”
He pushes Jim’s head down on his prick a little forcefully, and it seems to wake Jim up who takes to sucking Oswald with zeal, grip nice and tight, head bobbing at a confident pace and measure.
It’s when he employs his tongue and everything is a coordinated effort that Oswald truly moans. His fingers grip Jim’s hair tight and he looks down at him fondly. “Oh, you have sucked before, haven’t you?” he asks, not expecting an answer at all, hoping actually for Jim to blush and redden those hollowed out cheeks. But Jim just looks up, Oswald still in his mouth and stops sucking, smiling around his cock instead.
He gives one nasty, hard suck in response.
Maddened by the thought that Jim has done this before, imagining a younger Jim hungry for a face fucking on his knees, mouth bruised from so much dick, Oswald forces Jim’s head down so his cock is in the back of Jim’s throat. He thrusts up, twice, happy with the gagging Jim makes before he relents.
He resigns himself to Jim possibly standing up in offense, even physically hurting Oswald for such a display as that, but instead, Jim goes at Oswald’s cock with even more feverency, almost a devotion, as if he’s determined to outwit Oswald and provide him with no uncertain proof of his means to make amends.
But how can a blowjob like this be good enough to satisfy all the hurt Jim caused him? It’s the best blowjob Oswald has ever had, and therefore many of them need to be applied across the spectrum of his pain to soothe it. A bad blowjob would have soothed him more out of dissatisfaction than pleasure, it would have been Jim’s humiliation that paid the price for his continual let downs. But Jim likes this, and Oswald is ever more sure of it with the way the Commissioner’s eyes stare up at him and his palm works jarring circles on his own, clothed cock.
“You have permission to get yours out,” Oswald tells him, and Jim rushes to expose himself to the air. It’s a very handsome cock, Oswald notes when he peers down at it briefly. “No touching it yet though,” he tells Jim, who whimpers, and lets Oswald pull him back to suck his cock.
Oswald is so aroused by the knowledge that Jim is hard for this, whining when denied relief. He’s tempted to have a taste of the man himself, to sit him on the desk and suck him until his cum floods Oswald’s mouth.
But that would defeat one of the main pillars of this arrangement which is to put Jim in a place of inferiority, somewhere he can redeem himself in Oswald’s eyes. Maybe, Oswald posits as Jim licks circles around his cockhead lustfully, moaning as he does so like a naughty, hungry slut, maybe he could tempt the Commissioner to sit on his cock. He could have a taste of him that way, experience what spearing Jim would feel like.
The thought makes his cock twitch violently, and Jim sucks him as far down as he can take him in response, one hand on the base of Oswald’s cock and the other once again sneaking down to his crotch.
“No, Jim,” Oswald tells him. “You’re to keep that hand off your very lovely member,” he says. “The only way you’re going to be allowed release is if it is with you riding me.”
That spurs Jim on even more, sucking and tonguing Oswald’s prick until Oswald is one big, quivering mess. “You love sucking cock, don’t you?” Oswald breathes out as he nears completion. Jim hums around Oswald’s cock in admission. “Lovely cock whore,” Oswald whispers. “Such a good start at showing your remorse.”
Jim pulls back and looks up at Oswald. “Lube?” he asks with red, cock fucked lips. “Anything at all?”
“Not today,” Oswald tells him and stands, fucking into Jim’s hot and hungry mouth, Jim’s hands coming to rest on his hips before one splays over Oswald’s tummy. “Next week, same time…” he purrs before he spills in Jim’s mouth. “Don’t swallow yet,” Oswald groans out before he pulls back and looks down at Jim. “Open and show me all my cum in your mouth,” he says breathlessly.
Like a good slut, Jim open’s wide and shows Oswald the pool of spunk. “Swallow,” Oswald orders and watches Jim swallow it all down.
Fond of Jim, even more so than he ever was before, Oswald tucks himself in and kneels down in front of Jim, and takes the man’s cock in hand. “Such a talent,” he says. “Are you going to be good for me, Jim, and cum in my hand and use that pretty mouth to suck it all off my fingers?”
Jim nods, blushing a furious red. Oswald offers a perfunctory ministration, talented as it may be it purposefully lacks the passion he wants to put into it, and he refrains from leaning in and kissing Jim purely out of that desire to dominate. “Cum for me, Jim,” he says and just as he senses Jim’s about to cum, Oswald removes his hand and grabs Jim by the chin to force eye contact, ruining Jim’s orgasm.
“What?!” Jim protests, heaving breaths, eyes both angry and confused.
“I changed my mind,” Oswald says with a smirk. “Next time you can cum properly. Next week with my cock buried inside of you.”
Oswald isn’t sure at that moment if Jim will ever return, he looks so put out. Oswald would like to know exactly how humiliated he feels, but decides not to ask so the moment isn’t ruined by Jim earning even more reasons to repair what he breaks between them.
“Best get going,” Oswald tells him softly. “The wife will have dinner on the table shortly, I’m sure.”
He stands awkwardly and turns around to tidy himself up, purposefully giving Jim time to do so himself and flee the room.
When he turns back around, Jim’s gone.