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sortinghat_rp2012-09-19 08:50 pm
wwistful) wrote in sortinghat_rp2012-09-19 08:50 pm
Seven ♒
[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.
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.
Action
He had at least heard of the circumstances leading to what Murdoc had done, but. It hadn't made him feel any better. Because Murdoc had jumped right to it without even thinking of an alternative.
Without even thinking of Bro. And the fact he knew how much Murdoc loved her, it just... it hurt no matter how Bro looked at it. Because he knew that deep down inside, there was no way Murdoc was doing it just to protect Sybille. He knew that deep down- and not even really that deep- he was doing it because he loved her and wanted them to work out.
And there Bro was, caught in the middle of it. Hurt and betrayed and just. Not happy.
But when Murdoc opens the door and he gets a good look at him, his stomach churns because he's never seen the man looking so disheveled. It's depressing really, compared to the calm, in control type of person he usually is. It hurts to see him like this almost as much as it just hurts to see him at all. And then to hear him sound so genuine when he says he's glad he's here?
It's such mood whiplash that Bro just kind of wants to run away right there, because nothing makes sense and it's painful to deal with. Life was so much easier before he met Murdoc. Before he met Sybille. Before he came to this goddamn school to teach. But he has a hard to really regretting it, despite how painful everything is right now. Because he feels like it's his fault for having these stupid feelings in the first place.
He just can't understand why he's being so... nice and friendly and honestly seems so... worried. It just doesn't make sense to Bro, because he feels like he was lied to and strung along, so why would Murdoc do this? It doesn't make sense and it's just so frustrating.
When he replies though, he sounds about as casual as he can while walking into the room and heading towards the couch.]
Nah, I'm good. It'd probably be easier and faster if we skipped that and you just say what you need to say.
[As he says this, he sits down on the couch and folds his arms. His face is pointed at Murdoc, but behind the shades, he isn't looking at him. He can't look at him.]
Action
He sits next to him, not so close as to stifle him, but not so far away that he seems distant. He runs his hands over his knees, humming softly as he considers how the fuck he's meant to break this in a way that doesn't seem like he's making excuses.
While it's true that marrying Sybille isn't exactly contrary to his life goals, this is not the way he wanted it to happen. It's tainted and it aches to think that his one shot with his dream girl is the furthest thing from romantic. Not only that, but he can't get his god damn mind off Dirk. Currently, he wants to thread his arms around him and demand that he never leaves him, but that seems incredibly childish at this point. He hasn't done anything to earn his loyalty, he should just let him go.
But he won't.
His son is ignoring him and he's forever ruined his relationship with the mother of his children, he sure as hell isn't letting Dirk leave this room angry with him. Unless he apparates. That could be awkward.]
Look. There's no easy way to say it. Sybille was threatened with deportation and, as it stands, marriage is the safest way to ensure she won't be seperated from Vriska.
[All the fidgeting. All of it.] I'm sorry that you had to be caught up in all of it. I didn't want to..[What is it that they are anyway.]
I didn't want to end what we had goin'.
Action
Things just keep getting more difficult when Murdoc speaks, and once again things continue to just not make sense. He sits in a very icy silence at the mention of Sybille. Combined with his last statement, it just sends his emotions into a whirlwind and the calm he fought to have before he arrived is threatened. But he takes in a deep breath and swallows, trying to push it away.]
I know about that.
[There's another pause, as he leans forward and rests his hands arms on his knees, staring down at the ground. When he speaks, his voice is low and it's a mixture of what sounds like anger and hurt.]
But don't pretend that you don't have ulterior motives... Just don't. Do me one fucking courtesy and just don't pretend anymore. You didn't even... You didn't even try and figure out an alternative. You just jumped right into it!
[Now he's getting upset and it shows in the way his voice quivers. He pushes himself off of the couch and takes a few steps forward, keeping his back to Murdoc. He can't look at him. He just can't bring himself to turn around and face him.]
You didn't even think about me, did you? When you asked her. Because you love her that much- because a part of you hopes that maybe she'll fall in love with you? That you'll be a happy together. I know that's what it is because I would probably do the same fucking thing if it was Roxanne!
[His hands are clenched at his sides and they're shaking slightly, knuckles ghost white and fingernails leaving marks in the leather of his gloves where they're digging in.]
So with that said, what the fuck did we even have? Because right now it sure doesn't seem like anything but me being extremely stupid and thinking that there ever was a fucking chance that we could have anything!
Action
[There is a very long, very dangerous pause for a moment there. He's actually getting incredibly frustrated with the implication that this is a selfish action. A happy marriage was the last thing on his mind when he offered, abrupt as it may be.
He balls his hands together into fists, not sure whether he wants to scream or cry. Right now? It looks like a mix of both. He seethes through his teeth, trying to calm himself down a little so he doesn't let the anger get to him. He sympathises. He deserves this.]
If there is any selfish motive in this action, BELIEVE ME, it was unconciously done. Presently, all alternatives lie within the Ministry. The same Ministry that sent the damn Inquisitor in the first place! If he wanted to meddle with her citizenship, he would. Marryin' her is the easiest way and an engagement buys us more time to plan.
[He scowls up at Dirk like a spoilt child who can't have whatever the fuck he wants.]
I did think about you. I thought a lot about you. But I let my fears get the better of me and I made a rushed choice that certainly didn't do anythin' to aid my situation.
There is nothing IDEAL about this situation. There is no happy endin' in it. She doesn't love me back and she won't love me back. I just can't sit by and let him force her out of the country and away from her child! It can't be helped.
[He inhales through his nose, burying his face in his hands and making a pained noise.]
I don't know what we had. I just know that I liked it. A lot. I don't want it to end, alright? I don't want this to be the thing that makes me nothin' to you.
[His voice is gradually getting louder.] I can't fuckin' take another person givin' up on me tonight. It hurts, alright?! I don't want this. I just wanted to protect my friend.
Action
Because the fact that he loves her just keeps coming back to him. It makes it nearly impossible to believe that on some level, Murdoc isn't hoping for things to work out. He may not believe they will, but he probably hopes they will and it just makes everything he and Murdoc had feel like a lie. A complete lie.
But when Murdoc let out the noise, it just made his stomach hurt more and twist with guilt, because he's the one causing it. He doesn't want to hurt Murdoc, even though he should. He feels like he has every right to, given how shitty this whole thing is. But he doesn't... want to. It hurts.
It's then that he turns around, hesitantly. He doesn't look at Murdoc just yet, instead at the couch. Slowly, he walks back over and sits down. He's still shaking, he's still breathing a little ragged, but he sits.
He still doesn't know what to say though, because he's still upset. He doesn't believe everything Murdoc said. Because what if Sybille does love him? Or at least what if she falls in love with him again somewhere along the way? She may have been doing it for Vriska, but. What's stopping that from changing? What's stopping her from falling in love with him once it's over?
And it's hard for him to believe that Murdoc thought of him like he says he did. Because... if he did, why hadn't he said something? Why had he felt the need to rush into it? In the end, it just felt like Murdoc was thinking more for Sybille than him.
Which... makes sense. If he really thinks about it, considering Sybille was in trouble. And he loves her. It's only natural for him to act instead of waiting. And maybe selfishly, that's what hurts the most. Because he loved her so much, and acted without talking to him. It's stupid, petty jealousy. He realizes that. But it doesn't make it easier to deal with.
God, he fucking hates this so much.]
A friend you love.
[His voice is quiet.]
Look, I just... I fucking know it's a shitty situation. I do. Believe me, I don't want her to lose Vriska, or get deported for that matter. That would be the most fucked up thing ever. I'm willing to do whatever the hell it takes to protect them both! I just...
I just feel like I never had a goddamn chance. And believe me, you're not nothing to me, because if you were I wouldn't fucking be here. I just know- or at least I'm pretty fucking sure I know- that you have other motivations and that just hu- It just... it sucks!
[He doesn't want to admit that it hurts, which is what he'd been about to do. It makes him feel stupid and just too vulnerable. His voice is still quivering and he's shaking more.]
Because how could she not fall in love with you?
Action
[He glances to the side as Dirk sits, hestitating for a moment before scooching a little closer to him. Now there's less than an inch between them, but Murdoc doesn't find himself feeling so uncomfortable. It's strange, actually. It's such a tense situation and he feels so at ease being close to the man. He can't really deny the fact that right now he doesn't feel like fighting. He just wants to curl up and give up and stop thinking about it for a while.
However, he owes it to Dirk to explain this to him properly and he fully intends to. Sheepishly, he places a firm hand on Dirk's knee and gives it a squeeze.]
I know I'm not nothin' to you. I don't want to become nothin' to you. Is it selfish to want to keep you close even if I've treated you like absolute shit?
[He gives him a guilty look before he caves and leans in a little, letting his head rest against Dirk's shoulder and sitting in silence for a long moment. This does suck. It sucks a whole awful lot. He can't deny his feelings for Sybille, but he can't ignore his growing feelings for Dirk. He can't enter into a marriage wondering what he's missing out on-- but why should he have to miss out? Why should he sacrifice the entirety of his happiness? Even for her sake, it's a bit much. To be honest, the outlook of his life is a little bleak right now.
Is it horribly selfish and entitled to want something for himself?]
Is it wrong to want you both? [He isn't going to look at him now. Or move. He's just going to sit here totally frozen and wondering if he actually said that.]
Action
He doesn't have a chance to say anything though, because that's when Murdoc scoots closer to him and he can automatically feel himself tense up, his body gives an involuntary shudder. A part of him wants to scoot away, or get up again, because... Just. No. This is only going to make him hurt worse in the end. But he doesn't move, and when Murdoc starts talking, he can feel himself relaxing. The words... are a comfort.
They're comforting because now it feels like Murdoc is actually acknowledging things. That he was unfair. It makes Bro feel better. Selfishly, because he knows that Murdoc didn't really mean to act like that. But... still, the apology is nice, and it makes him feel better. And he's even starting to believe that Murdoc really means what he says about wanting to keep him close... He's starting to believe he really did never mean to hurt him. It doesn't mean he's over being hurt, but... It's reassuring.
There's an indescribable sensation in his stomach (he's not used to it but it's butterflies, fucking hell. Go away.) when Murdoc leans his head on Bro's shoulder. It makes him tense up again, but only briefly, and he even leans in a little too. He isn't sure what to say at this point though. Because he's tired of fighting too and he just wants to... stop. He wants to find some way to get over his hurt feelings, but he doesn't know how. But he wants to forgive him.
He's starting to feel selfish again, because he hasn't stopped wanting him. He's starting to feel like maybe they have a shot still. At least... Until Murdoc speaks again. It doesn't dash his hopes, but it... doesn't make anything better. At least not completely.
Because Murdoc is saying he wants him. That part is fantastic. That part kind of makes his heart thud a little. But... he wants Sybille, too. And that just makes everything difficult. Because how the hell would that even begin to happen?
He just isn't sure how to respond to that. Instead, he's just going to focus on his own selfish thoughts, his own selfish desires. Because right now he's so hurt that he just... needs to. Otherwise he's just going to keep being upset. Later, they can figure something out. Maybe he'll step back and just let Murdoc and Sybille have their thing.
But for tonight he's just going to be the most selfish man on the planet. At least, as long as Murdoc is willing. He doesn't look at Murdoc when he speaks either, because a part of him is scared of saying this. Of Murdoc's response.]
I dunno, but... you can have me any time you want me.
Action
There's a warm sort of ache pooling in the pit of his stomach. He supposes some people may call it yearning. He wants to be held and coddled so badly right now. He wants to disregard everything and make use of Dirk's offer. He doesn't want to be alone tonight, that much is for sure, but he doesn't know how well he'll be able to restrain himself if he doesn't send him away now.
What does it matter? If Sybille is only using him for marriage, she won't have any gripes with him having his own romances. He'll want her and he'll miss her, but the pain will ease eventually. Right?
He plucks up the courage, letting himself relax against Bro again before inquiring in a soft voice.]
Can I keep you for tonight, then? [Suddenly he can feel his cheeks burning pink. Stop it. Fuck.] We don't have to do anythin'.
Action
He's just happy that for once Murdoc said yes.
He said yes and Bro feels like he won. If only for a night, he fucking won. Even if it's not even a competition. Because Sybille isn't the enemy, he has to remind himself of that. And the fact Murdoc finally said yes is enough to make him realize that, somehow.
It's enough to make a lot of things okay for the time being.]
So does that mean when you're done with me, come tomorrow morning you'll toss me in the trash?
[His tone is teasing, that much is obvious. It's a serious question, but it's not one he really needs an answer to right now. He's completely fine with just... figuring things out later. Living in the moment now.]
Action
For now, he feels at ease. Which is surprising because he hasn't had that much alcohol. There's a pang of sadness everytime he thinks beyond tonight, but for now he's comfortable with his moment with Dirk.
He scrunches his face up at that comment and swats Dirk's arm. It's probably going to sting a bit, but he didn't put much force into it.]
I don't think I'll be done with you for quite some time. Even if I can't have you myself.
[He sighs to himself, slipping his hand around Dirk to grab his hand and give it a squeeze.]
I can't predict the future anyway.
Action
Or at least, for the moment it is. For the moment he can deal with that. Really. There will probably come a time when it's not enough, and he wants more time. But for now, the selfish side of him is saying 'this is enough. this is more than enough.'
Because honestly? He never really expected to get even this. He swallows and his stomach does that butterfly thing again when Murdoc's hand slips into his.
He can't predict the future, either, but that's fine, because right now he has the present, and as sappy as it is to say, that's good enough for the time being. He doesn't know how he's going to feel after this night, but there really is a part of him that's optimistic.]
Okay, I'm about to be really fucking cliche, and don't hit me again when I say this, but... Shut up and kiss me.
Action
I've never kissed another man before. What if I'm crap. What if someone walks in at this very moment.
He swallows hard, trying not to let himself go any pinker as he stares at Dirk.
He doesn't hit him, he reaches up with his free hand and plucks the shades off his face. Then, he smiles at him. It's not a half smile or a forced smile. It's a little sad looking. Wistful, even. But it's a smile.
That's when he leans in properly, pressing Dirk downward ever so slightly as he moves in to press his lips against his. He shifts to kiss him properly, letting himself enjoy it at least for a few moments.
In those moments, he's going to enjoy everything he missed in the last kiss. He's savouring every second of it, squeezing Dirk's hand nervously all the while.]
Action
So he's really not all that nervous. It's mostly just excitement and contentment. Because... he finally did it. He got the goddamn prize. That's such a good feeling. And it happened sooner than expected, too. In he'd been allowing himself to think about it, he'd have wished it was under better circumstances, but. He's not thinking.
Bro isn't even upset when Murdoc takes off his shades. No, he's getting used to it. It's something he expects, even given the short amount of time he's really known the man. He hadn't intended to take them off when he came in here, but he really hadn't expected any of this to happen.
There's something about that smile that Murdoc gives him that, that makes his heart ache. It brings him back to the reality of the fact that... It's possible this is the only chance he's gonna get. And it makes him determined to just make it that much better. That much more memorable. Because if it is their only shot, then that memory is the only thing that's going to make him feel better in the future when he's hurting. So he returns it.
And then he leans in and meets Murdoc's lips with his own, also shifting so that they each have better access. It's infinitely better than the first kiss by far simply because it's mutual. They both wanted it, and Murdoc is actually kissing him back. And it's the best kiss he's had in years, as silly and sappy as that is. But it's the truth. Because for once there's something behind it that's more than just lust.
He squeezes Murdoc's hand back encouragingly, because he can sense how nervous Murdoc is and he wants to let him know that it's fine. He's doing fine. He's doing fucking perfectly and has no reason at all to be nervous. His free hand makes it's way up to cup Murdoc's cheek, brushing over it before it finds it's way into Murdoc's hair, running through it softly.
Bro can't help it when he lets out a quiet little sound of contentment into the kiss, because god, it's just. It's good. It's really good, and he really just never wants it to end.]
Action
He nestles into the touch, humming in response to Dirk's noise and pressing deeper into the kiss with a less shy sense of eagerness. Gingerly he presses his tongue against Dirk's lips, quietly reveling in how surprisingly soft they are and asking for permission to make it a little bit more than just a kiss.
Shifting around Dirk, he parts his own legs so they're either side of the other man. He's trying to make it more comfortable, but the process of doing so is somewhat awkward. It feels kind of strange to be on top of him, especially considering the fact that he had very little idea of what he was doing. Yet, it was almost empowering to be there. There was a dirty little side to him that liked having Dirk under him like this. If he were better at controlling this situation, he might become even more fond of it.
The thought process lead him to think deeper into the more questionable moral areas of this. Did anyone else have to know about this? Could he confide in Dirk in more ways than one and still keep him to himself? He might be getting married, but that doesn't mean he can't have a little thing on the side, right? He wants both. For fuck's sake. Why does he have to chose?
It doesn't matter anyway. As tempting of a mistress as Dirk is, he certainly deserves a bigger place in his heart than some bedwarmer. He wants more from him, he wants him to be his too. Want want want. Like an over grown child. It's hard to believe he was treating him with such disdain for such a long time. He can't help being terribly possessive when he becomes attached to someone, but this was starting to drive him nuts. He really needs to let go.
After tonight.
Tonight is off the records. Tonight is for doing whatever they wish with each other. Though he's not entirely sure how far that will take them.]
Action
Bro opens his mouth with eagerness when Murdoc's tongue slides over his lip and he meets it with his own. Another sound is let into the kiss when Murdoc shifts and straddles him. He can feel the situation heating up, or at least for him it is, and he has a feeling he knows just where this is going to go- or at least, where he hopes it'll go. It makes his heart pick up speed and his face grow hot. He's used to being on top, but having Murdoc on top and more in control is kind of exhilarating and a change he didn't realize would be so welcome.
The hand in Murdoc's hair falls away and instead moves to rest on Murdoc's thigh. It runs up and down it slowly, before sliding up Murdoc's body and wrapping itself around him so that he can pull him closer.]
Action
He's happy to move closer at Dirk's urging, it's only making him savour every moment with a higher regard for it. Every little factor of this moment is enthralling to him right now. The way he smells, the way he tastes, the sounds he makes when he's kissed the right way. It's all so damn tempting.
He wants to push this further, he wants to lose himself in it, but if he does, will he be able to deny it from himself from now on?
It's funny how that train of thought it doing very little to stop him from letting his tongue explore a little deeper into Dirk's mouth. He grunts quietly as the other man caresses him, giving himself the courage he needed to slide a hand over Dirk's chest, teasing him through the thin fabric of his shirt.]
Action
Because this is fantastic and he wouldn't have it any other way. It's giving him a chance to savor it, to enjoy the taste and feel of Murdoc. It's a thousand times better than if they were moving faster.
Bro himself is already lost in it, unlike Murdoc. His eyes are closed and he's kissing him intensely, putting all kinds of feeling into it that he just doesn't normally do. It's almost like in a way, he's kissing him like it's their last one, though he doesn't intend to. It's just happening without him even realizing it.
The sound that escapes him when Murdoc's tongue pushes in a little deeper is more a moan now, low and warm against the kiss. With Murdoc so close now, he moves the arm that was wrapped around him lower. He's not quite so lost in the kiss that he doesn't hesitate, but after a moment of hesitation, he slides his hand to rest on Murdoc's ass.]
Action
He never thought he'd have such a comforting revelation with another man between his thighs, but he supposes there are worse ways to realise you really, really like both genders and are entirely content with sitting on top of them.
Well. That would have saved him some awkward moments in school.
He chuckles into the kiss, taking his sweet time to enjoy the feel and taste of it all.
He freezes for a moment when Bro's hand slides down, even though he has his hands plastered all over his chest (it's a nice chest alright) it sort of brings him back to reality a bit more. Not that he minds too much he just...
He pulls back from the kiss, only to place another one on Dirk's lips, quirking an eyebrow at him and muttering against them.]
Are you alright with this? [He pulls back a little so he can look down at him properly. Very much enjoying the view he's getting of his eyes.] Even if it's just tonight? [He reaches out to stroke the side of his face, idly tilting him to get a better view of the eyes.]
Action
While at the same time it's so far from normal that it's almost foreign, but not in a way that makes him nervous. It's a good kind of difference. It's just... good. That's all there is to say on the matter. It's slow, it's intense, it feels more than just lust. Once more it goes back to him feeling a lot like he did with Roxanne, which is not something he's used to feeling at all. It's not even something he realizes. Because unlike usual, Roxanne is actually the last thing on his mind.
But then Murdoc pulls away and he lets out a small, needy whine because goddamn it, he wasn't finished but it's placated by the second one, however brief.
At Murdoc's first words, he furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to speak, about to tell Murdoc that of course he's alright with it. He's never been more alright with anything in his entire goddamn life. But then Murdoc adds those last couple of words, and when he reaches out to touch his face, he's momentarily struck speechless.
He's stupid. He's stupid because the gesture and the words, a lump rises in his throat because suddenly he's scared. He's brought back to reality and he's scared that this is going to be the only goddamn chance he has, and that scares him. Because... he doesn't want this to be it, if he really thinks about it.
There's no doubt about it that he would eventually be able to move on. He was able to move on from Roxanne. If he can do that, Murdoc would be no problem. But he doesn't want to have to do that. Because a part of him is tired of losing the ones he cares about- even if he did it to Roxanne himself. He wants to be selfish and keep Murdoc and just not let go. Which is stupid, because where are these feelings coming from? He shouldn't feel so attached. But he does, and he can't help it.
He doesn't know how to answer that question. Because honestly, the answer is... no. No he isn't alright with it if it's only for the night. He wants more nights. And days. He's selfish and just wants it all.
But he wants this night, too. And if he says anything like that, then it would probably just ruin it and he wouldn't even get this night. But he doesn't even really need to say anything, because the conflict is probably there in his eyes, as he stares up at Murdoc, mouth slightly open as he tries to form a response to that question.
It's then that he realizes he just doesn't have an answer. That the only answer he can give is physical. His face scrunches up from emotion before he just presses himself forward and meets Murdoc's lips again. He kisses him needily, as if trying to convey everything he's feeling, trying to tell Murdoc everything he can't.
That he at least needs this. That he wants more, but needs this.]
Action
He's already broken Constance's heart, by a twist of events he hadn't at all predicted. Now that he's aware, can he willingly allow the same thing to happen to Dirk because of their mutually selfish needs?
He knows Dirk wants this, he knows they both want it. What he's really asking is, are they both willing to continue whilst well aware of the circumstances and the future.
The kiss frustrates him enough to earn Dirk a soft growl. Not because he doesn't enjoy it, as indicated by the way his fingers tangle desperately through the other man's hair whilst he kisses him back. He wants it too much. But it isn't an answer. The desperation of the kiss condems them_ both because it's symbolic of the fact that this will never. ever. be a one night stand.
As he expected he would be, Murdoc is alright with this. The idea of having Dirk for himself is enough temptation to make him ignore the inevitable consequences of it.
His hands untangle from his hair, only to wrap around his back. They trace over the fabric before tugging it upward, wanting Dirk to be rid of it so they can begin undressing each other bit by bit.]
Action
And yet kissing him like this expresses that perfectly and probably makes him appear to be a needy moron anyway. But at least this way it's far more romantic, right? This way at least he doesn't ruin it.
But he can tell it's not quite what Murdoc wanted, but he knows that it is in a way, when he kisses him back and tangles his hand in his hair. They both want each other and Bro knows that. That alone is enough to make him less afraid of the future, because it at least means he has a shot at more. Somehow, he'll still have a shot. Or at least he hopes to god he will.
Once again his heart picks up speed when the hand that Murdoc wraps around his back starts pulling at the fabric. This is happening and it makes him shiver in anticipation and excitement as he presses himself against Murdoc a little harder while trying to shift to let him have better access to his shirt.
But now that it's happening, suddenly he's eager for more and kissing doesn't quite cut it. Even though it isn't conducive to getting his shirt removed, Bro pulls away from the kiss and trails kisses down Murdoc's jaw, before pressing his lips to Murdoc's neck in a kiss.]
Action
Still. While he has his hands on him, he has no intention of taking them off for some time to come. He's done thinking about tonight or the future. Right now, he just wants to think about amazing, warm, toe curling, passionate fucking and maybe, if he's really lucky, some stern, honest to god cuddling afterward. He could really use some of that right now.
He tilts his head to the side, hands gripping the bunched folds of Dirk's shirt tightly as he kisses. He keens softly, stopping for a while to let his eyes flutter shut so he can appreciate how that feels.
Eyes fluttering open again, he tugs the shirt up as far as Dirk's arms will permit and lets his hands travel straight to his abs, tracing his fingers over the shapes of it. He ducks his head away from Dirk's kisses, leaning in to press a curious kiss to his collar bone, nipping lightly before nudging his shirt further up so he can attack his shoulder with a mix of kisses and teeth grazing.]
Action
And god does he want more of them.
When Murdoc tugs his shirt up and runs his fingers over his stomach, he opens his mouth against Murdoc's neck and lets out a moan as his tongue darts out to run over his neck. He presses into Murdoc's touch, encouraging him as he starts working his mouth against Murdoc's neck, sucking and licking eagerly the more Murdoc's hand glides over his skin.
After a moment his own hands begin feeling restless and he moves the one resting on Murdoc's ass up and around the front so that he can slip it under Murdoc's shirt too, sliding up the man's stomach slowly as he lets out another low moan against his neck.]
Action
He tugs Dirk's shirt over his shoulders, leaving it to hang so he can remove it of his own accord. His own hands trail back down Dirk's chest (it really is smooth) before his fingers slide downward curiously to cup at Dirk's package.
He nips harder at his shoulder, cupping him again before lifting his hand to tug at his belt, struggling with it for a moment before it finally unhooks.
This is when it really clicks with him. He..doesn't really know what he's doing here. It's not like he's never watched or researched gay porn before (because what self respecting man doesn't heavily research sex before he tries it) but this is entirely different.
He can still be suave about this if he tries, right? He just needs to be subtle. He'll just.. pretend that he wants Dirk to boss him around. That might be fun.
He leans up, pressing kisses along Dirk's neck and upward until he can nip his earlobe. Then he's going to mutter breathily against it.]
What now, [UH.] gorgeous?
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He also takes the opportunity to remove his shirt completely, tugging it over his head and tossing it to the floor carelessly. After he does that, his hand goes back under Murdoc's shirt and he trails it back up, brushing over a nipple and starting to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.
Bro moans again as Murdoc starts trailing kisses up his neck and when he bites his ear, he shivers. God, he's so turned on it physically hurts. He can't remember wanting anyone more in this moment than he does Murdoc and it hurts in the best way possible. And then Murdoc speaks, and that's it. He's done. He can't handle being called gorgeous, it makes his face turn red and he has to bury his face in Murdoc's neck to hide it. He bites it a little roughly just to calm himself down, but then he pulls back and kisses it to make up for it.
Swallowing, he pulls back to look at Murdoc and his eyes are so full of lust that it's a wonder he isn't burning a hole right through the man.]
I would say bend me over and fuck me until we both pass out, but then this would end too soon and I'm not ready for that.
[There's a pause as he thinks about it for a second, licking his lips at all of the possibilities. Then without warning, and with moves that only someone with years of sexual experience could manage, he shifts the two of them quickly so that Murdoc is the one on bottom.
That's when he starts tugging at Murdoc's shirt to get it off.]
So what's next is I get you naked and enjoy every bit of you while I can.
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