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[This entry might seem a little uncharacteristically chipper coming from Murdoc of all people. Why? Because it's all pretty much fake. He's engaged to Sybille simply to prevent her from being deported and this entry has been made in the interest of seeming genuine.]

Good evening, Hogwarts. It is my great pleasure to announce that after nearly twenty years of being madly in love, both myself and the lovely Miss Matteris have gotten ourselves engaged to be married.

As of yet we haven't set a date for the wedding but we were simply too excited to hold off on announcing this to our dear friends. I'm certain you will all be invited.

[Individually filtered to Eridan, Bro and Constance]
We need to talk.

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[Perhaps. But Dirk's accent was terribly endearing. If only because it was coming from him. Most men would sound sexy with Murdoc's accent, but it took a special man to make a Texan accent sound so damn good. Dirk was that kind of man. To Murdoc, at least.

Murdoc seems pleased with the groan, enough that he keeps going at it in attempt to make Dirk make more of those gorgeous sounds. He figures that now is as good a time as any to pull back a little and carefully press the third finger in. He may be just a little eager to get the parts where he feels best again.]

[Murdoc's goal is to get more sounds, and it succeeds. He can't help but moan out Murdoc's name again, the pleasure making it easy to ignore the stinging of the third finger slipping in. It does hurt, but it's outweighed by Murdoc's fingers working his prostate. He can't help but shift against Murdoc's hand, pressing back to try and get more stimulation, breathing hitching in his throat after a moment. It's not long after that when he realizes that he's ready. If the third finger's in and it's feeling this good, then he'll be fine. Or maybe he's just desperate for more.]

Nnnh... 'm ready. Fuck me. Now.

[He can barely even get that out, his voice low and strained.]

[With his goal achieved, Murdoc is becoming confident in himself once again. It seems to come and go in this situation. He might be new at this but he's damn sure Dirk isn't making those noises out of sympathy or pity.

He smirks down at Dirk, humming in approval.]

Havin' fun down there?

[He pauses at the request? Demand? And pulls his fingers back slowly, staring into the back of Dirk's head.]

So, I just? [He pauses, feeling himself go bright red.] Y'know?

[Oh no, definitely not sympathy or pity. He has been known to fake the intensity of an orgasm in the past jut to boost an ego or two when someone really needed it, but that's definitely not the case here. These sounds are completely genuine.

At Murdoc's first question, another moan is his answer and he doesn't bother with anything more.

It's Murdoc's second question that brings out a response, and he twitches as Murdoc's fingers are pulled out of him. He feels an emptiness already, but he knows it's gonna be replaced soon with the real deal, which stops him from getting too worked up over it.]

Yeah, just lube up and stick it in. That's all. Go slow, though.

[For two reasons. One, to ease him into it. And two, because he wants this to fucking last and not end too soon.]

Alright.

[He says a firm tone, trying to make himself feel confident by being certain with himself. It's actually sort of working. Who knew confidence could be faked so easily! Not that he's convincing anyone but himself, of course.

He takes the lube and applies it to his hand before moving to lube himself up, as Dirk says. He lets out a soft sigh as he does, hardly able to believe this is happening. God, it's been so long. It's his only chance too. He better not fuck this up.

He places his hands on Dirk's thighs, pushing them gently apart before he leans slightly over him. He strokes himself once more, guiding himself closer before carefully easing himself into Dirk with a groan.]

Fuck.

[He can't help the way his heart starts racing when Murdoc speaks, because he knows that it's about to happen. It's for real about to happen, and he's fucking nervous and excited and just. It's terrifying. It's terrifying in the best way, and there's no place else he would rather be right now, and nothing else he would rather be doing- and no one else he would rather be doing, incidentally. He can't help but look over his shoulder to watch Murdoc's progress, just so he can tell when it's about to happen.

He shudders when he sees Murdoc stroke himself and then get closer, his heart hammering all the harder. When he feels the tip of Murdoc's cock at his entrance, his breath hitches in his throat and he bites down on his lip, letting his head droop low. When Murdoc begins pressing in, he screws his eyes shut. The pain isn't unbearably, but there's a certain sting to it that wasn't there with Murdoc's fingers. There's no pleasure yet, aside from the pleasure he takes in knowing that this is really fucking happening. That alone is pretty damn good. But it still hurts, and he's biting his lip really damn hard to stop from making a sound. He doesn't want Murdoc to know it's hurting him. His dignity is already lost for the most part, so he doesn't want to throw the rest of it away.

Murdoc's groan is fucking sexy though, and the way he moans out that word is even sexier. He wants to hear more, and so he decides to suck it up and ignore the pain as he presses back, causing more of Murdoc's dick to slide in. It's a good thing that Murdoc can't see his face right now, because the way his face is scrunched up is probably not attractive at all. But as long as it feels good for Murdoc, and he makes more of those sounds, he can deal with it. Besides, he knows it'll start feeling good eventually.]

Jesus Christ... F-Fuck...

[Murdoc barely notices Dirk's turned head as he adjusts himself. He's far too focused on doing this and doing it right. There are so many factors to consider, he worries he'll fuck it up somehow and Dirk will wonder why he ever thought Murdoc could be a tempting sexual partner.

He worries even as he enters. What if he did it too fast. Should he have warned better? Dirk seemed just as anxious as he did, and really, he was the one who would suffer more if he were to do it wrong. He certainly doesn't want to hurt him, but he's not sure why he's expecting this to run so smoothly when all signs point to otherwise.

That said, he knows he can still enjoy it, and he does. Dirk pushing back against him is encouraging, enough to make him moan again, just as planned.

He leans forward a little, letting himself push just that extra distance just so he can kiss Dirk's shoulder and nip it gently, muttering against it.]

You feel good.
[Eloquent? No. But he wanted to say something to make Dirk feel good.
He remains still for a short moment, letting Dirk adjust to him before he pulls back carefully and slides back with the same manner. Slowly, they're getting past the awkward phase of this. Murdoc is very much looking forward to that. It feels good now, he can only imagine how great it will feel once they get in the swing of it.]

[Honestly, at this point it's clear that the both of them have been over thinking everything for a long time now. Sure, it may not have gone completely smoothly the entire way, but the fact of the matter is it's going good now, which shows each of their worries were pointless. The fact that it hasn't gone perfectly is probably a good thing, in the end. Where's the fun in that? Bro may have been afraid and he may have been embarrassed at some points, but goddamn he's enjoyed every moment of this and is not ready for it to end even now.

Especially not when he feels Murdoc kiss him, and then he hears that, and he can't help but groan lightly.]

Mmm... you feel better.

[He says it just as Murdoc begins pulling back, and he doesn't want to be an inactive part of things. He wants to keep making Murdoc feel good, and the faster things move, the faster the discomfort will disappear. He just doesn't want things to go too fast. Eventually he will find a happy medium. Until then, as Murdoc pushes back in he pushes back against him once more, letting out a groan as he does so.]

[Maybe so. Really, there's a lot to consider. A lot of emotions to work through and a lot of inexperience as far as other men and sex go to work through. Still, Dirk's infectious confidence is inspiring Murdoc. If he can be so casual despite being uncomfortable, Murdoc can too.

It's funny, Dirk is the last man he ever expected to be doing this with. Not to say he hadn't considered it. Dirk is devilishly handsome and he'd certainly made a few appearances in Murdoc's one handed theatre fantasies even before he'd endeared himself to the man. Really, he'd never expected sex with Dirk to be so tender. He feels comfortable and casual and just a little bit elated by his growing feelings for Dirk. It makes the experience so much richer.

It also makes working with him happen so much easier. He can also feel himself moving in time with Dirk as he pushes into him again. He hisses through his teeth and lets out a groan, muttering Dirk's name as he begins to roll his hips, trying to figure out a rhythm between them.]

[Bro would be damn surprised to hear that if Murdoc ever confessed to it. But there's certainly no denying that Murdoc has been the source of his own fantasies well before this. He's made no effort hiding that, even though the two of them hated each other before. But to hear that Murdoc ever thought of him like that before just recently? It'd be damn satisfying. Too bad he probably never will.

As Murdoc begins working up a rhythm, Bro focuses on trying to follow it, pushing back against Murdoc and rolling his hips in time with Murdoc's movements. Despite the fact it's his first time being a bottom, it's not so hard to apply his experience topping to this and before long he's helped get a good one going.

After a while, he throws his head back, moaning out Murdoc's name and reaching behind him to curl his fingers in Murdoc's hair. He pulls at him, urging him down into a kiss.]

[Murdoc doesn't have any intentions of telling him now. Probably because he'd have to confess who else he'd been thinking about, and he really doesn't want to get into that. When it comes down to it, Murdoc is fairly easy to be attractive to, but to be LIKED by him is a whole other story.

Now that they're actually working together and in time, the experience is much more pleasant. Perhaps it's the fact that they'll only get one night of this, but it just feels amazing. Murdoc doesn't want to stop and he doesn't want to end. He hasn't fucked like this in years. Hell, he hasn't fucked like this ever, let's be honest.

To hell with that, though. If it's the only time he gets he's going to fucking enjoy it. He's put everything he's got into it while still being reasonably gentle, but he's kissing Dirk roughly when he leans down.

It continues for some time, an admirable time for someone who has had as little tail as Murdoc. The entire experience has been enriching, rewarding and incredibly fucking hot, and he doesn't regret a moment of it. When he feels himself reaching his limit, he moans desperately and reaches around to help Dirk out by stroking his dick.]

[The more and more it goes on, the more comfortable that Bro gets and the more he actually enjoys it. He's enjoyed it from the start, but finding the right rhythm, growing more comfortable with Murdoc inside of him, it's all enough to eventually make this one of the hottest, most pleasurable things he's ever experienced. He can quite fucking honestly say that in a lot of ways, it's better than topping. The two have their pros and cons, but this is something he would do again in a heartbeat.

But only with Murdoc. He can't see himself doing this with anyone else. It's something that, on a base level, feels degrading to him. Only Murdoc could make it something pleasurable and something he'd so thoroughly enjoy. He wouldn't trust it with anyone else.

He's stroked himself through it on occasion, but it's hard supporting himself with one hand while thrusting back against Murdoc in time with his movements, so it's when he's giving his hand a break that Murdoc's hand replaces his own. He grunts out a low, breathy moan. He's nearly panting by this point, and Murdoc's touch is enough to nearly send him over the edge at this rate. He pushes hard back against Murdoc in response to that moan the feeling of Murdoc stroking him and his dick pressed so hard against his prostate is enough to really send him over the edge.]

Nnngh, fuck!

[It's probably the most intense orgasm he's had in so very long. Better than any he's ever experienced during casual sex. This... this is a whole new fucking level of orgasm, and it feels like it's never going to end. Murdoc is going to have one hell of a mess to clean up, that's for sure.

When it's finally over, Bro practically collapses forward face first onto the couch, his limbs feeling like absolute jelly, and yet never has he ever been more satisfied in his life.

It's just. fucking. perfect.]

[The more it goes on, the more Murdoc begins to lose himself in it. He's played the stuffy old professor part for so long, it feels good to be something different. Especially with someone as irreverent and, for lack of a better word, sexy as Bro Strider. He'd always been so irritatingly open with what he wants, Murdoc found it near envious. Knowing what you want is hard enough, being able to go for it is something else entirely.

He's feeling himself growing more and more attached to this experience. So much so that he needs to remind himself it's a one time thing. It feels so damn good and, surprisingly, so right. He'd hardly pictured himself doing this, let alone with Strider. Yet, it all seems to make for a perfect night. It feels good to let natural desire just take hold for once.

When Dirk has his orgasm, it only takes a few good thrusts to send himself over the edge. He very nearly cries out Dirk's name, but he stops himself at the last moment, choosing to sputter incoherently instead as he spills into Dirk.

He remains still for a moment, panting quietly and trying to regain some energy so he can at least begin to think about what to do now. Nope- that's not what we're doing. We're falling forward onto the couch and thus, pressing closer to Dirk's back. His chin bumps the other man's shoulder and he chuckles, slinking his arms under Dirk and breathing heavily against his neck as he works up the energy to pull out and push himself up off the other man.]

Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

[When Murdoc begins cumming, he does his best to roll his hips in time to enhance the pleasure. He's so damn spent though that moving takes a colossal amount of effort and he probably doesn't do half as good as he normally could. Once it's finally over, the feeling of Murdoc pressing against him feels amazing. The closeness, the heat between them. He doesn't want it to end. Murdoc's chuckle earns one from him, too, and he can't help but smile.

All too soon, though, Murdoc pulls off of him and he can't help a stupid, cliche feeling of emptiness.

Well, both literally and metaphorically. But then Murdoc speaks, and he nods his head, drawing in a breath to speak. It's good to know that Murdoc enjoyed it, that he can admit it so freely. It's good to know that he isn't the only one that enjoyed it so much.]

Best damn time of my life.

[He's still breathing heavily, and he draws in another deep breath, shifting slightly so that he can finally push himself up. His body is kinda stiff from being in one position so long, but that doesn't matter. He feels good. Better than he has in recent memory. But now that it's over, the fact that it's probably not gonna happen again is starting to hit him and he doesn't know what to really say or do.

What he does know, though, is that he really needs a shower.]

I guess... I should go.

[As fun as that had been, the gravity of the situation truly is begining to weigh down on Murdoc. Bro's abrupt announcement in regards to leaving only makes him realise the feeling is entirely mutual. It had always been a one night agreement, but it's not as if the other man can linger for as long as he wants. Drawing it out is only going to make it more painful.

He frowns for the briefest of moments before forcing a small smile, beckoning for Dirk to come closer. He may have to leave quickly, but there's absolutely no reason to push him out the door as if he's some cheap slut.

Murdoc isn't quite sure when it happened, but it's apparent to him now that Dirk is worth far more to him than that and so is this night. Maybe he is one for dramatics, but having him leave without any acknowledgement of everything that just happened.]

[It's hitting Bro, too, and it's not a pleasant feeling. He said he would be fine with it being one night, but now that he's experienced it? Suddenly one night just doesn't seem like enough, even though it's going to have to be. He hates it. But there's not much he can do.

His eyebrows furrow in brief confusion before he realizes what Murdoc wants, and he's grateful for that. A part of him had been afraid Murdoc would just let him leave, but he's relieved that it isn't the case. Bro steps forward, and when he's in front of Murdoc he slinks his arms around the man's waist, pulling him close.]

One for the road, then?

[He smiles lightly, before leaning in to press his lips against Murdoc's.]

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[Murdoc figures he can and should enjoy it while it lasts, so he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's giving Bro's body another good once over with his eyes. When he pulls him closer, his own hands drop to give him a firm grope on the ass, and he pulls back from the kiss to give him a coy smile. As if that was all he beckoned him over for.]

You are an absolutely gorgeous man, you know that? [He leans in, pressing another, deeper kiss to Dirk's lips before pulling back a little to mutter against them.] I wouldn't mind keepin' you all to myself, if I could. [He twists his mouth into a sad smile before pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips.]

You should go before you miss your chance.

[If that's all Murdoc had called him over there for, even that would've been satisfying, in a way. It felt good, and in return his own hands slide down to rest on Murdoc's ass too. It's a good ass. One of the best asses he's groped in a long damn time.

And then Murdoc speaks, and it's like the night in the prefect's bathroom all over again. Murdoc just... makes him feel so impossibly good that he can barely even handle it. It's good, then, that Murdoc chooses that moment to lean in and kiss him, because the red that colours his cheeks is embarrassing and it gives him a moment to calm down from it. But god, he's never met anyone who makes him feel so good and it just makes him not want to leave even more.

When Murdoc speaks again, his arms move up and wrap around his waist in what could be interpreted as a slightly clingy gesture- and that's because it is. His mouth twitches open and he wants to ask Murdoc why he can't, and what would happen if he did miss his chance. He wants to miss his chance. But he closes his mouth and swallows. He knows he needs to go. As much as he wants to stay, as much as he wants to fight... He needs to go.

But he knows he can never stay away.

He pulls away from Murdoc with a small nod, moving silently to start putting on his clothes, trying not to look at Murdoc as he does so. Because if he does, then he won't leave and he knows that.]

You are too, y'know. [It's a delayed response to Murdoc's first statement, because he can't just leave it without a response. Murdoc needs to know how completely and utterly breathtaking he finds him, even if right now he can't really formulate an eloquent way of expressing it. A part of him still wants to pose the question of what would happen if he stayed, but he won't.] I ain't ever met a guy as... completely and utterly sexy as you.

[His clothes are on now, and his back is turned towards Murdoc, still not turning to look at him. His shades are in his hand, but he doesn't put them on right now. After a deep breath, he moves towards the door. It's only when he gets there, places his hand on the knob that he finally turns around.

It's when his eyes meet Murdoc's that he finally has to be honest with both of them.]

You're an idiot if you think there's any way I could possibly stay away from you after tonight, you know that, right?

[Murdoc grunts softly as he's groped in return. Stupidly, he hadn't expected it, but he doesn't hate it either. It feels good to know Dirk wants to touch his ass for some ungodly reason.

Murdoc doesn't see it as clingy, he finds it endearing. He wants to wrap his arms back up around Dirk, but he's shying away from things that will make this more difficult for him.

The answer is pretty obvious to him, so much so that he'd assumed Dirk would figure it out too. If Dirk stayed, Murdoc would be forced to invite him back to his bath and his bed for the night. Then whatever happens in the morning happens. It's not something he's thought through, he just knows he only barely has the self control to stop it from happening.

He sits back as Dirk dresses, content to watch instead of making a move to do so himself. He'll figure himself out while he isn't distracted by the other man in the room.

Murdoc smirks as Dirk talks, trying to look cool and flattered and not utterly lovestruck by the words. He can't formulate a response without stammering, so he idly scratches a sideburn while letting a smile creep onto his face.

When Dirk turns, he's happy to let his eyes meet Dirk's. It's impossible not to, they're practically glued to them already.]

You'd be a fool to think I'd let you. [He snorts, finally rising from the couch to shoo Dirk off as he picks at his clothes.] Go on now. Hop along you silly rabbit.

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