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Butch Gilzean loved Fish Mooney. That was an objective fact. They'd worked together for so long, they were practically family. So he felt bad about going behind her back like this.
He knew in the back of his mind that he didn't really have to. After all, he was only chatting up her umbrella boy, it's not like that was any sort of betrayal. But for some reason he just felt the need to keep his semi-relationship with Oswald under wraps.
Though he wouldn't admit it, Oswald didn't at all mind this arrangement. It felt dangerous- risky- romantic. He always did have a love for the dramatic- and what was more theatrical than star-crossed lovers, meeting in secret?
The two of them met after hours, in the alley behind Fish's club. "Ozzie~" Butch purred- Oswald, of course, hated the nickname, but he managed to grin and bear it.
"Butch~" Oswald smiled up at him, eyes always wide and pleading for something that wasn't there. He was a pathetic little man- thin and sharp with the look of a wet dog. It was just as endearing as it was pitiful.
"Listen babe-" Oswald hated being called that too. "-I know you always get home early but ah- you can let me take you to dinner, right?"
Oswald shuffled his feet and looked down. He preferred to be home with his mother when he was done with work. She hounded him, worried sick when he was even a little bit late. But going out to dinner- a real date- that was hard to turn down.
"Comeon- it'll be my treat, whatever you like." he chuckled to himself for a moment. "Besides, you're too skinny~ I bet you'd be pretty cute with somemore meat on your bones~."
Oswald's face went a dark red. *"What?"* -he sputtered. He wasn't opposed to the implications but this was new. To be spoiled and doted on to the point of getting fat- it was a nice thought for sure.
He chuckled again "Sorry- didn't mean to ruffle your feathers, penguin~"
Oswald huffed. Yet *another* thing he hated being called. He was used to it of course, but that didn't make it any less annoying. "... I'll go with you." he mumbled, still looking away.
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They sat across from eachother at the small restaurant- somewhere across town, a place they weren't likely to run into Fish or anyone else they knew.
Butch looked down at his plate, a vaguely confused expression on his face. "So uh, you like this kinda stuff?" It was sushi. Oswald had helped him order some of the more basic options on the menu, but Butch still was wary.
Oswald nodded as he began to eat. He'd exposed himself as having decadent- and expensive- taste, ordering enough for two people at least. Butch encouraged this of course, Penguin was cute when he was confident, giving in to indulgence.
Butch nursed his tea and ignored his food, far more content to watch his lover enjoy his. Oswald ate so greedily and so intently that he didn't even notice the taller man gazing at him.
When he finally finished and looked up, he noticed the full plate of food in front of his date. He blushed slightly as he looked up at him and asked, "Are you going to eat that?"
Butch grinned, that was exactly what he'd hoped Oswald would ask. "It's yours babe.~" He leaned across the table and held a peice of nigiri to Oswald's mouth. The shorter man blushed even darker as he ate it in one bite- he began to mumble a thanks but Butch cut him off. *"Good boy."*
Oswald nearly choked- he couldn't remember a time when he was this flustured. "Listen Oswald~ I don't think we can leave till you finish this off- it'd be rude." Butch looked at him expectantly.
"I- I don't know if I can... I'm getting full..." Oswald instantly regretted asking for it- his stomach was already straining against his slacks, and his vest was beginning to feel tight.
"Oh don't be silly~ I'm sure you can finish this for me, can't you?"
Oswald stifled a moan. Fuck. He couldn't say no now, not with the growing dampness in his boxers that seemed to get worse the more he ate. "I'll- I'll try..." He opened his mouth for another bite.
Butch happily obliged, feeding his lover like this was a nice feeling- dominant yet still tender. Plus, he could get used to the view- Oswald all hungry and doing his best to restrain himself in public when what he really wanted was to ride Butch's thigh and keep being fed more and more. It was adorable~.
Soon Oswald finished off the plate, he leaned back in his chair but quickly recoiled- embarrassed. The snap on his vest had popped undone. For once he was rendered speechless- all flustured and red faced.
That was it for Butch- the only thing holding him back from fucking him right then and there was the fact that they were in public. Of course that could be easily fixed. "Whaddaya say we go back to my place for the evening?~" Oswald opened his mouth to protest but Butch cut him off "I've got ice cream in the freezer with your name on it~~."
Oswald looked down at his stomach, already too full for comfort, then back up at his date. "Yes please~."