sortinghat_rp | Seven ♒

[Bro just. stares back at him. A mix of frustration and... fear? growing on his face. Because they've come so far and he's really starting to worry that this is going to just fall down around them. And all because he had a big dick. I mean, really? Boy, if this fell through because of that he was seriously going to look into penis de-enhancement. And who the hell even did that?

But his expression softens considerably when Murdoc's tongue flicks out and he lets out a satisfied noise. Okay, so maybe this wasn't going to crash and burn. That was good. He felt better. But it would still take a little bit more before he was back into the swing of things.

Or... it would take Murdoc's mouth on his dick. Which was a thing that was happening. His breath hitched as Murdoc's lips pressed against the tip and he let out a low, breathy sigh.]

Just...take it slow, no pressure or anything.

[He was trying to sound comforting, trying to move past the whole awkwardness that they'd just had. Hopefully it was working.]

[If Murdoc didn't have his lips on his dick, he would attempt smiling up at the other man so he'd stop fussing. He overreacted a little...tiny bit, yes, but he wasn't personally offended by Dirk's dick size. In fact, he may become used to it as time passes. Who knows.

He takes it a little further into his mouth, sucking gently and grazing his tongue against it before taking a longer moment to consider his size. Alright. He said he wasn't personally offended, but he's not sure if he can fit all of that in his mouth.

Instead, he pulls back a little before leaning in to press wet, needy kisses against Dirk's dick. His tongue flicks out again before he runs it up the length of his cock properly, moving in to kiss and suck where he can. He honestly has no idea what he's doing, he just hopes it feels nice.]

[Bro can't help but fuss. He still feels awkward, and he wants Murdoc to enjoy himself. He wants this to be good for both of them, and he doesn't want Murdoc to feel like he has to suck his dick. And if he does, he wants him to feel comfortable.

But any fussing is cut short the second Murdoc starts up. He doesn't hold back the moans that come out as Murdoc's tongue slides over him. He throws his head back slightly, eyes shutting lazily as he focuses on enjoying the sensations. Is it the best head he's ever had? No. But the fact it's Murdoc doing it, and Murdoc's first time is what makes it feel amazing. That's what makes it special to Bro. The fact there are... feelings there. That's what makes it perfect.

His hands move down to run through Murdoc's hair and he breathes out a contented sigh.]

Mmm...Murdoc... [He can't help but moan Murdoc's name after a few seconds, his voice low and breathy and so very, very satisfied.]

[Murdoc continues to lavish attention with his lips for as long as it feels right. He's starting to enjoy it himself, actually. The reactions he gets out of Dirk are making it worth it.

He nuzzles into the hand, pulling back just a little to consider how far he wants to go with this. If he can make it feel anything like what Dirk made him feel like before, he will be doing alright. At this point, he honestly isn't sure if he's meant to just stick it in his mouth or what. Perhaps it's a test left for a better time. If he gets another time. Right now, he's not sure if he can wait much longer.

It's late, his body is trying to deny that it's physically exhausted because he's aching with want and need right now. So, slowly, he reaches a little higher and grabs at Dirk's arm, pulling him down so he's a little closer.]

I want to do this. Now.

[By the time that Murdoc decides he's finished and pulls him down, it's safe to say that Bro is more than ready to move on. To be honest that entire thing, while pleasurable towards the end, was rather awkward. He's completely ready to move on to the next part of it. So when Murdoc speaks, his lips curve into an eager smirk.]

Me too.

[He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to Murdoc's neck, trailing them up until he can capture Murdoc's lips. It's a quick kiss, too, but it's needy and eager. He pulls away after a moment, breathing softly against Murdoc as he keeps their faces only an inch or so apart.]

You're gonna need lube and you're gonna need to stretch me a bit. I ain't ever done this before, so my ass is gonna need it before you go stickin' anything in me, alright? Three fingers. One at a time, can you do that?

[Murdoc's never done this before, and Bro is getting a little apprehensive now that the time is about to come, because like he said. Never done this before. Total butt virgin. It's a little bit more intimidating than he'd thought it would be.]

[Murdoc smiles sheepishly in return to the smirk. He picks up on Bro's eagerness and matches it, nuzzling against him as he leans in to kiss his neck. He throws his arms up and wraps them around Dirk's neck, rubbing at his back and kissing him back.

He sighs a little as Dirk pulls back and bumps his forehead against his gently and grinning a little. He goes a little pink in the cheeks as Dirk begins to describe what he needs to do. He already knew in a very vague way what he would need to do, but having Dirk describe it in such a stern manner was kind of...even more arousing to him.

He chuckles, leaning into kiss his cheek before pausing to consider something.]

Alright. I can do that. It's just... [He sighs a little because fuck. This is embarrassing.] I don't have any lube.

[He wraps his arms a little tighter around him, hoping Dirk doesn't take the chance to make a dig at him.]

[You would think that Bro wouldn't have been surprised to hear that, but he actually is. Maybe it's because he pretty much always comes prepared and has ever since he was younger. He's forgotten that not everyone is prepared for a quickie.

He doesn't give Murdoc a hard time over it, though. It's kind of hard to do that when Murdoc pulls him close and he feels the twinge of anticipation in the pit of his stomach at what they're about to do.]

It's alright, I came prepared.

[Reluctantly, he pulls out of Murdoc's grip and goes over to his pants. Bending forward, he gives Murdoc a real good view of the ass he's about to fuck as he searches the pockets for the lube he brought. It's a tiny bottle, but it'll be enough to get the job done. After that, he takes a condom out of his wallet. He stands there for a moment still bent over, both to tease Murdoc with the view and to also steady himself, because the nerves are really starting to get to him.

He's about to get fucked. That is sort of a big deal and he's stupidly anxious about it. But excited. And the excitement is enough to make him finally stand back up and head back over to Murdoc. He hands him the lube and the condom, and then he bends himself over the couch, leaning his head down to look at the fabric and anywhere but Murdoc. This part is a little undignified and he already feels awkward.]

Start with one. And... go easy.

[He's glad he isn't being judged. It sends a small wave of relief over him, of course. He's feeling more comfortable with doing this and wanting it, because it's obvious Dirk does too. There's no shame in wanting someone on such a desperate level if the other person wants you as well.

Disappointed that he needs to leave his hands for this to happen, he lets his hands fall to his sides. He shifts on the couch, watching him eagerly and rewarded for it. A smile tugs at his lips as Bro bends and pauses and he doesn't feel shy at all about it. It's a good sign and a good feeling to feel so comfortable about this.

He smiles wider as he approaches, looking pleased and eager and oh so inviting as Dirk comes back to the couch. He takes the lube and condom, regarding them curiously before taking another look at Dirk's ass. Can he do this? Yes. He just needs to go for it. Before applying lube to his fingers, he runs a hand down Dirk's back and gives his rear a grope, moving forward to kiss his shoulder comfortingly as he opens the bottle and applies a good amount to his fingers. He shooshes him, speaking in a forced calm voice.]

I'll be sure to, love. You'll be fine.

[His hesitation obvious, he guides his own hand closer, slowly. Then, he massages at his entrance gently before he pushes the first finger in slowly. He hums quietly as he does, easing it back and forth and keeping an eye on Dirk's reaction before massaging the second finger against the delicate flesh. Waiting for an indication from the other man.]

[He definitely can tell Murdoc is hesitant, but even despite that he's weirdly comforted by the shushes and Murdoc's actual attempt at comforting him. It feels good to know that Murdoc is trying and not just rushing into this for his own pleasure. The fact he's being patient is just... nice, and it makes Bro feel better about the thing as a whole. As somebody who's never bottomed before, this is stupidly nerve wracking and if it were anyone but Murdoc, he probably would've flipped the tables by now. But as it is, this is something he wants to experience and he quite honestly has no desire to turn the tables.]

I know.

[It's as much a testament to how much he trusts Murdoc that he's able to admit that out loud, but he can't really bring himself to make eye contact. He isn't in a very dignified position, after all, and he's just overall feeling more vulnerable than he ever has in his life. When he feels Murdoc's finger against him, he tenses against his better judgment. How many times has he done this? He knows tensing just makes it harder in the long run. Bro takes a deep, slow breath as he forces himself to relax just in time for Murdoc's finger to begin pressing in. He moans as he lets the breath out, because it's not enough to hurt. It's an unfamiliar sensation, but it isn't unenjoyable. But one finger is easy. The second one is the one he's worried about, because that's getting into actual stretching territory.

Bro has to force himself not to tense again when he feels it against him, and he can sense Murdoc's hesitation there. He forces himself to nod. In a way he feels like he's being stupid. Being punched by him probably hurt way damn more than this ever would, so why's he making such a big deal out of it? He doesn't quite know. Maybe it just goes back to the vulnerability thing.]

You're fine, keep goin'.

[And please ignore the not entirely calm tone of his voice, or the way his accent is slipping for the first time in a while. He realizes it, and immediately feels even more fucking embarrassed than he already is, face turning a dark shade of red, and he's so very, very glad that he isn't looking Murdoc in the face right now.]

[Murdoc would be glad to know that. He's worried that he seems condescending or patronising to the other man despite the fact that he's clearly the inexperienced one here. He's had his share of women, but it certainly didn't go a thing like this. It wasn't even a comparable experience, really. He feels like a virgin all over again and it perplexes him.

He hesitates as Dirk tenses, not wanting to force it or hurt him if he's having second thoughts. He relaxes himself as the other man takes a breath and hums in response to the moan, knowing he must be doing alright.

He smirks as the accent slips, chuckling in a soft tone as he gently begins to press the second finger in alongside the first one.]

Is that an accent I hear?

[His voice is so tauntingly even, it's almost a purr. He keeps his fingers still for a long moment before that purr breaks into a quiet, confused voice.]

What now?

[Oh god damn it. Of course Murdoc would've heard it. Of fucking course. His accent has always been something that, ever since he realized negative southern stereotypes were a thing, he'd been self conscious of. So he'd worked to hide it. It was easy to do after a while, when he'd immersed himself into so many languages. He could pick whatever accent he wanted- but he usually just spoke without one. Didn't mean it always worked out well in his favor. Sometimes, like just then, it slipped. And it was goddamn embarrassing.

He forces himself to stay relaxed as the second finger enters him. It doesn't hurt too bad. It's uncomfortable, it stings, but it's bearable. Maybe he had been overthinking it.]

D-dunno what you're talking about...

[His voice comes out barely more than a whisper, low and mixed with pleasure and slight discomfort. And maybe a little defensiveness, too, somewhere in there. But he can't deny that Murdoc's voice is hot, and makes him feel just slightly better.

When Murdoc speaks, he swallows and attempts to figure out how to actually exlpain things. He's not really for a third finger, not yet.]

Work it in and out. Slowly. Keep doin'- [He swallows again, trying to ignore the fact his accent is still coming and going.] doing that, until you think I'm loose enough for the third.

[Murdoc isn't a huge fan of Americans. Like most British men, he regards them with an extremely snobbish air because clearly he is better. Generally, he finds most of their accents grating, but on Bro, it's endearing. Maybe it's because he's midway through getting prepped for sex and he sounds so insanley hot right now. He wants to hear more of it.

He grunts in protest, starting to gently spread his fingers inside of Dirk. He leans forward to press kisses against whatever skin he can reach before nipping gently.]

Don't lie to me, Dirk. I heard it. [He spreads his fingers a little wider, nipping again.] I want to hear it.

[If Bro knew how strongly Murdoc felt against Americans, he might've felt a bit better that Murdoc thought his accent in attractive. As it is now, he's still horrendously embarrassed by it. It's a little easier when Murdoc begins kissing him, and he breathes out a small sigh at it and the feeling of Murdoc working his fingers like that.

When Murdoc speaks, he lets out a small, slightly annoyed and embarrassed laugh.]

Ain't makin' this easy for me, babe.

[There, Murdoc, there's your accent. He hopes you're satisfied, because it took a lot for him to be able to just let it out like that. To distract himself, he rolls his hips a little against Murdoc's fingers. After a moment, he thinks of something that might make this easier.]

There's a spot...just hook your fingers and you'll find it. It'd make it feel good.

[Dirk can deal with it. Murdoc's accent is so thick he manages to bastardise every other language he attempts. Besides, a little change in accent is refreshing. Maybe it's just because Murdoc thinks Dirk has a lovely voice (and maybe that's because his voice is a little comfort he's begun to indulge in), but he likes what the accent adds to it.]

I never said it would be easy, darlin'.
[He purrs, following Dirk's advice. His fingers hooking curiously as he searches.
He hopes that doing so might bring more adorable, possibly accented sounds out of Dirk's mouth. It's impossible for him to be turned on anymore, but Dirk seems to find ways to make him rethink that.]

[The difference is, Murdoc has an accent that's actually attractive. Bro, on the other hand, has one that he's kind of ashamed of. Murdoc bastardizes languages in a sexy way, while Bro bastardizes it in a gross way. Or at least in his own opinion.

At Murdoc's words, he's about to reply when all of a sudden Murdoc takes his advice and then his fingers find that spot and he can't stop the moan that escapes. It's one of pleasure and it's more intense than one he's let out thus far and he throws his head back lightly.]

F-fuuuck... Yeah, right there, M-Murdoc... Fuck.

[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.]

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