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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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[He doesn't look at Murdoc when he does the air quotes, but he can feel him do it, and the words just make him want to shake his head. Because it's not true. If she were around Murdoc more, she would know that... there's plenty to like. And there's a lot there to love, too. Not that he's in love with him- he isn't, but... He can't deny that the thought of Murdoc somehow disappearing, or them losing whatever they have right now isn't sickening. Because it absolutely is. And he just wants to shake Murdoc and tell him that he's not giving himself enough credit.

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.

[Murdoc tenses ever so slightly in response to that. What is he doing? Hanging off another man after he's both engaged himself to one woman and broken the heart of another.

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'.

Edited 2012-09-20 07:18 (UTC)

[It should make him feel shitty, Murdoc saying 'tonight' and not... longer. But for once he isn't reading into it. Because for once it's as if all he needs is a night. He can hope for more later, but with all of this going on, a night is perfect. A night is all he wants right now. Just to ease the hurt. Just to make him feel better. Maybe then he can move on. He doesn't know. He's not thinking that far ahead.

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.]

[Murdoc wishes he could promise more than one night. He wishes he could promise him days or weeks or months, but he can't. He's already lead him on far enough without being able to judge his own future, he can't ensure that anything between them can last, or even be allowed to last.

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.

[And that's... okay.

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.

[A lot of things race through Murdoc's mind at that moment.

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.]

[Meanwhile Bro's head is surprisingly conflict free. All he can think of is how happy he is. Maybe it's because he's just not allowing himself to think beyond this moment, because if he does he might get worried. So he's just living completely in the moment- and to be honest, that's his area of expertise. He's used to things like this. This is where he shines.

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.]

[Despite his nerves, Murdoc takes small comfort in the fact that kissing doesn't change all that much depending on the gender. Though, he does relish in the fact that he can be a little rougher with Dirk and have it be all in good fun.

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.]

[Bro meanwhile has still let almost all of those kind of thoughts go. He isn't thinking of the fact that Murdoc wants them both, he's just content with having him right now. It's easier this way, really.

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.]

[With permission granted, Murdoc isn't afraid to press his tongue past the other man's lips. Very tentatively, he grazes his tongue against the other man's, teasing at it with the sensation. He might be gaining some confidence in his actions, but he's still a bit lost in the idea that he's sprawled over another guy.

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.]

[It's funny, how different the real thing is compared to how it always was in Bro's head. Back when it was a game, back when it was just something he'd imagined as meaningless, he's always thought it would be faster, rougher. He'd never expected such a slow and intense build up. But now that it's happening and it's so different, the fantasies feel sub-par.

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.]

[Compared to Murdoc's own fantasies, this is wonderfully realistic in a nerve wracking way. His tentativeness is fairly obvious and his hesitation due to such a long dry spell is apparent. Still, there's nothing unromantic about this. Nothing about it indicates that he should feel wrong for wanting it, so it must be alright. Right?

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.]

[Bro himself never quite had any sort sexuality issue like Murdoc did. It was always about the sex for him, if it felt good then it felt good and who was he to deny anyone a piece of his Strider sausage? That was his mentality and it always served him well. So for Bro, this is still all normal to him...

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.]

[And that's what Murdoc is concerned right now. He's already shattered so many people with his news, but he's not used to people caring about his choices. He's never had such painful consequences for his actions before. He hadn't at all considered it when he made the sacrifice.

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.]

[Murdoc may have wanted an answer, but kissing him was the only answer he was literally capable of giving him in that moment. No words would have been able to express it. Because how could he express these feelings accurately? No he isn't okay with just being with him for a night? That wouldn't go over well. That would just make him sound like a needy moron.

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.]

[It's true. The way Murdoc kisses him back gives him away completely and utterly. He's not holding anything back in that regard, he's kissing and caressing him as if it's their last night together. --oh that hurts to imagine.

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.]

[It's a relief, when he finally does sense that Murdoc is giving in. It makes it easier for him to forget everything once more and go back to cloud nine where he doesn't have to worry about anything but the here and now. He doesn't have any care in the world but the sounds Murdoc's making, and how to go about getting more of them from the man.

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.]

[The sounds Murdoc makes are slowly increasing in volume, now that he has nothing to lose by being honest in his arousal. This of course means they're becoming increasingly desperate sounding, as if everything is an obstacle that he needs to work past to just let the fuck go for ones.

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?

[Bro's breath rushes out in a gasp the second Murdoc's hand finds his crotch and he has to stifle a surprised moan. He would've succeeded if it wasn't for the nip which ended up forcing one out anyway and he tilts his head away from Murdoc's neck slightly and arching his hips to get more stimulation.

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.

[Murdoc isn't going to bother stifling the noise he makes when Bro's hands make contact with his chest. It's not a particularly loud noise, but there's certainly something unbridled about it. It's becoming increasingly obvious that he's letting go now. He's wanted to have sex for a damn long time and there's absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying it, right? Dirk knows what he's doing, he's in good hands (quite literally too) he just hopes he doesn't have terribly high expectations.

He's starting to wonder if Dirk even knows he's never done this with a guy before. It's not strange for the other man to be so confident, but Murdoc was finding it difficult to be arrogant when he's trying to plan out exactly what he needs to do next. Bending over sounds nice. Very nice. Actually. God. The image of Dirk bent over while he rides him is only exciting him more.

He groans in anticipation, tilting his head as the other man moves against it. He can feel the heat from his face and he wonders if he's embarrassed or just flushed from the situation. Dirk didn't seem the type to blush over anything. Everytime he finds out something small about the other man, he feels as if he's putting together a fairl elaborate puzzle.

Woah, fuck. That was a move alright. Murdoc gives him a bewildered look but hell if that didn't make him more excited. He likes this, he likes this a lot.]

Ah--..A-alright.

[Fuck stutters. He scowls to himself, wriggling out of his shirt.]

Edited 2012-09-27 07:28 (UTC)

[Well if that wasn't just the cutest thing ever. He'd made Murdoc stutter. It was enough to make him feel a little more confident. It also ended up making him even more eager, because now he had permission to really get things going.

Once Murdoc's shirt is off, he takes a moment to rake his eyes up and down his body, staring intently from his face down over his chest. He can't help but lick his lips. The man is just so hot. Finally after a moment he realizes that it's probably awkward for him to just stare like that and so he moves, reaching up and placing his hands on Murdoc's chest. He runs them down slowly, fingers brushing through Murdoc's chest hair. It's kind of a weird feeling- something he's not used to considering the fact most of the guys he's ever been with have all been waxed.

But he likes it. He thinks it suits Murdoc.

He brushes his hands over Murdoc's nipples again before trailing them lower and down his stomach. He can't help taking his time with this, just enjoying the feel of Murdoc's skin and the warmth of it underneath his hands. It's just nice to be able to enjoy this and take his time.]

Have I ever told you how goddamn sexy you are?

[When he says it, his eyes flick back up to Murdoc's briefly before he brings his eyes back down to focus on what he's doing. His hands finally move from Murdoc's stomach to rest at the waist of his pants. Then they move to start undoing the buttons.]

[For a brief moment Murdoc feels over exposed, he hasn't been stared at like this in a long time, so he can't help but send an inquisitive stare Dirk's way. He's stopped scowling for now, at least.

He's glad for the distraction the other man's hands give him, he arches up into the touch. It feels as strange to him as it does to Dirk, but it doesn't go unappreciated. It sends a pleasant sensation down his spine and he groans in response, letting his eyes shut for a moment so he can just enjoy the attention Dirk's hands are paying to him. It's just a really good feeling to be worked over like this by another person, particularly someone as attractive as Dirk. It makes him feel desired and that feels thrilling.

After that comment he snorts and opens one eye to stare at Dirk before opening them both to look at him properly. Yep. This is a good feeling. He's certainly never felt so sexualised before but damn, he thinks he could get used to it. Even if it means playing coy.]

I think you've mentioned it briefly, yes. [He keeps his eyes focused on his for that single moment before he goes back to surveying the other man. The closer he gets, the more he feels the anticipation build in him. God, he wants this so fucking much. How did he not know this?]

Feel free to say it more often. [He curls his lips into a smirk, reaching upward to ghost his fingers over Dirk's cheek and trace them through his hair.]

[He can do that. He can absolutely, positively do that. Even if the way Murdoc's fingers on his face and in his hair make it hard for him to form a coherent sentence for some stupid reason. He licks his lips though and manages out a sentence.]

You got it, babe.

[Because when you've got somebody in front of you that's as hot as Murdoc, how could you not take every opportunity to tell them how hot they are? It would be doing them a goddamn disservice.

Murdoc's pants were undone by that point and he reached up to the waistband, shimmying them down. He didn't stop halfway, because that was just doing it the halfassed way. Nah, he made sure to get them down enough so that he could tug them all the way off.

That just left the undies. Bro trailed his eyes over Murdoc again and his heart harder in anticipation. He could see the outline of Murdoc's cock in his underwear and god he just. Wanted it. But he didn't want to go too fast, either. He still wanted to savour every moment and take it as slow as possible.

But even with that in mind, he couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run his hand over the length of the bulge, shivering lightly the second his hand made contact with it. He traces his fingers over it, before sitting up on his knees and leaning forward. He pressed a kiss to Murdoc's stomach, before trailing them upwards along his torso, letting out a low moan against his skin. He was intentionally avoiding doing anything but rubbing at Murdoc's bulge just to delay things. And because he'd wanted a taste of the body he'd been admiring for the last few minutes.

He stopped in his progress and raked his tongue over one of Murdoc's nipples, while his hand finally gripped the cock he'd been rubbing, giving it a squeeze before stroking as best he could through the cloth.]

Good.

[He smiles faintly up at him, tracing shapes in his hair with his fingers. It serves as a pretty good distraction right now, since he has no idea what he's really doing.

He hums softly as Dirk pulls at his clothes, feeling even more exposed but somehow feeling less concerned right now. He shifts his legs against the other, enjoying the contact against his unclothed skin. He wants more, he wants it so much right now.

Murdoc shivers in response to the touch, shifting his hips up eagerly. He doesn't have quite the same intentions as Dirk right now, he's not looking to take things slow. He wants it now, not thinking about dragging it out despite the rammifications they'll face in the future.

He doesn't understand when his hand leaves him and he's not all that subtle about bucking his hips for more, trying to get as much contact as possible.

He shudders again as Dirk kisses his stomach, making a pointedly desperate sound until he finally touches him again. Now he's making a slightly less desperate but equally eager noise. It feels so fucking good and he hasn't felt this damn good in years, he needs this right now. It's exactly what he's been wanting for a god damn decade. Why doesn't he just fucking say it, god. He moans loudly, arching into the hand.]

Fuck-- Yes. Dirk.

[Jesus the reactions from Murdoc made him tempted to rush it just to get more. Each sound just made its way straight to his own dick and it throbbed in his pants. Each sound made him that more determined to make this really good just so he could hear more and more. But he kept himself under control and forced himself to keep the pace fairly slow.

At least until Murdoc spoke his name. And that was it, he was done. He couldn't resist or hold back anymore.

He pulls away from Murdoc's chest and looks up at him, face flushed red from lust. He presses forward and kisses him briefly before pulling away completely and reaching out to grip the waistband of Murdoc's underwear. He licks his lips, anticipation almost too much to handle as he starts pulling them down.

When they're down he tosses them aside, and there are no words to express how fucking sexy the man before him is. and one more time he just has to take the opportunity to run his eyes from Murdoc's face down. They settle, finally, on his cock and fuck. He'd made jokes about Murdoc being a woman before and he could punch his past self. He was definitely man. A really hot one.

Finally he reaches out and wraps his hand loosely around it and then he does what he just can't resist. He leans forward and drags his tongue up the underside from tip to base slowly, letting out a moan of satisfaction as he does.]

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