[The whimper serves to encourage Murdoc, so much so that Dirk's attempt to deepen it is almost unnecessary. It is, however, enough to make him push closer. It's as if the whimper drags out the more protective side of himself. The arm on Dirk's back wraps tighter, closing the near non-existent gap between them.
He gives Dirk's hand a final squeeze before ghosting it up his chest, cupping his face and grazing his thumb under Dirk's eye so he can wipe at least one of his tears away. After that, he just strokes his thumb over Dirk's cheekbone.
Even in Dirk's desperation, Murdoc tries to pace himself. He flicks a tongue over his lips before letting it slip within his mouth. He tilts his head upward, quite content with the slowness of the kiss though eager to satisfy Dirk's wants in order to have him feeling better again.
Not that he isn't enjoying this an appallingly large amount, of course. He hates seeing Dirk like this, but it lifts his own spirit to be the one here for him.]
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He gives Dirk's hand a final squeeze before ghosting it up his chest, cupping his face and grazing his thumb under Dirk's eye so he can wipe at least one of his tears away. After that, he just strokes his thumb over Dirk's cheekbone.
Even in Dirk's desperation, Murdoc tries to pace himself. He flicks a tongue over his lips before letting it slip within his mouth. He tilts his head upward, quite content with the slowness of the kiss though eager to satisfy Dirk's wants in order to have him feeling better again.
Not that he isn't enjoying this an appallingly large amount, of course. He hates seeing Dirk like this, but it lifts his own spirit to be the one here for him.]