[It's funny how they both mutually uncomfortable right now. Both of them are so hopelessly pathetic with emotions that he's positive they'll look back and find each other's behaviour terribly endearing.
Honestly, it's a scary thing. Emotional encounters could be scarier than most aggressive encounters. It felt like there was a lot more to lose, a lot more to be judged over. If one of them said too much or spoke too soon it could potentially impact the situation in a way two men so inexperienced with relationships could handle.
That said, when Dirk looks at him, it really feels like he's said the right things. He isn't looking confused or angry, he looks content. It feels good to know his words have satisfied the other man. Though the silence is a little offputting, as it always is. He can't help being paranoid, things have never gone so smoothly for him before. Generally he talks himself into a hole.
Speaking of, he's about to open his mouth and ask if Dirk is okay when his lips are pressed against the other man. He supposes some things are better left unsaid as he leans into the kiss. His hands thread around Dirk's waist and he holds him close to him as tightly as he can.
It had taken them a damn long time, but it's safe to say that Dirk is well and truly his now. If anyone has a problem with that they can pry the other man from Murdoc's cold, dead hands. It was so difficult for him to form emotional attachment like this. Mutual attachment. So when it happened, he tended to feel it stronger than any other feeling. His satisfaction at maintaining such a close bond is near all consuming. He feels so damn good right now, he couldn't explain it if you asked. All he knows is that he doesn't want to deny anything anymore.
He hums happily into the kiss, trying to match Dirk's intensity with his own mouth.]
[There really isn't much more that can even be said between them. It's pretty clear that they've both said as much as they're physically capable of, and the only thing left now is this. And there's no denying that is this pretty goddamn awesome, because after all of that, this is easy. He knows how to do this. Everything else was unknown, but this isn't and it makes everything better.
He can tell that Murdoc is kissing him just as intensely, and it just fuels him on. He presses himself closer, his hands sliding down Murdoc's back as he himself lets out a happy sound into the kiss. As it continues, the air of his kiss becomes more intense and needy, and it's becoming clear where this is heading; especially as his hands finally make their way to rest on Murdoc's ass.
Because after all, there are no more words. Only action can really prove everything that's just been said true. And he intends to make it so.]
[Actions really do speak louder than words. For all their honest but fumbled sentences, it would really only be something leading up to the kiss. As genuine as the words may be, the rush of emotion in the physical contact was undeniable. Murdoc's hand is quick to cup Dirk's cheek, keeping his face steady as he kisses him in a manner that just seems to reiterate everything he'd said.
It's not deep and passionate like their first few kisses. It's desperate and wanting, like he wants his words to mean something and for his feelings to be returned through physical means. He's been aching for this for so long, he hardly knows how to conduct himself. He's almost certain he can't fuck it up now, so he lets his body make his choices for him.
He drops a hand downward and gives Dirk's forearm a tug, pulling back from the kiss enough to nod his head in the direction of a more comfortable surface.]
[Bro returns the kisses with as much desperation and wanting as Murdoc, if not moreso and it feels fucking good, knowing and feeling that Murdoc wants this- him- as much as he does. When Murdoc pulls away, he knows exactly what he's getting at and he's only too eager to oblige, glad to know that Murdoc's thoughts were the same places as his own. He needs this, needs to feel closer to Murdoc physically, as if it'll solidify everything that's been said.
So taking Murdoc by the hand, he lets Murdoc lead the way.
And then they proceed to have some really, really intense sex.
[Yes. That was intense sex if Murdoc ever had it. It wasn't like their first time, that had been a little awkward, particularly since it was Murdoc's first time.
This time? It was like they were perfectly in sync with each other. They were both begining to figure out what made each other tick and it was starting to get really damn good.
He rolls on his side, still enjoying the afterglow and gradually getting his breath back. He smiles lazily over at Dirk before reaching out to stroke his cheek.]
[Bro can safely say that it was even better than their first time. This one was just... different, on a whole different level. They were definitely figuring each other out, and that made it even better. But this time, there was more feeling to it and that much was obvious. Other times had been desperate- at least on his part, as if he had to make sure it was great in case it was the last time. But this time there wasn't that fear for that. Basically, it was just really fuckin' good.
He may or may not still be a little out of breath, laying on his back, chest heaving. His eyes flick over to Murdoc and a smirk curls on his face.]
You can say that again. [He presses slightly into the touch.] Fucking perfect, in fact. [No pun intended.]
[Murdoc smiles an honest, genuine smile over at Dirk. He loves this part. He loves looking over and seeing him there and he loves that nothing has stopped him from being able to do so.
He moves his hand up, running it through his hair and leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.]
I'm startin' to think you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me.
[When Murdoc says that, it's hard for the smirk not to turn into a full on grin. Honestly, when you say things like that, what do you expect? But he manages to suppress it and just lets out a small, still breathless laugh, twisting so that he can lay on his side. He places a hand on Murdoc's chest and rubs it over the skin]
Are you trying to make me want another round? Because if so, it's working.
[Murdoc is okay with the grin, if only because it looks absolutely gorgeous on Dirk's face. Then again, so do most expressions. He lets out a content sigh and moves in to kiss Dirk on the lips, humming as he rubs his chest and slinking his arms around him.]
Do you ever stop? You're startin' to make me feel old.
[He presses into the kiss, though he doesn't move to deepen it. It's a lazy, slow kiss and he's perfectly fine with that.]
It's not my fault. I think you just bring it out in me.
[He lets out a hum as Murdoc wraps his arms around him and he shifts closer, unable to help it when he wraps a leg around Murdoc in order to get as close as possible. After sex cuddling is the best, he will not be denied this guilty pleasure.]
It probably wouldn't happen if you weren't so damn sexy.
[After the kiss, Murdoc leans up and hooks his chin over Dirk's head, nuzzling into his hair and kissing the top of his head as he chuckles.]
I think you're lookin' for an excuse now, rabbit. [He snorts a little, rubbing at Dirk's back before pinching him a little. Resting a hand on his lower back.]
It wouldn't happen if YOU weren't so damn sexy, actually.
[He smiles when Murdoc kisses his forehead, and then he can't help chuckling himself at being called a rabbit. He can't deny that it's pretty damn accurate, all things considered.]
Just call me Thumper.
[He squirms a little at the pinch, and honestly it doesn't do anything to sway him from his rabbitery. Which wasn't a word until now. But he's trying to be a good boy. He knows Murdoc is an old man and can't go another round so soon.]
You should know better than to say shit like that now of all times, it's not gonna help matters. [He gives him a coy smile, before nuzzling into his neck and pressing a kiss there. A small, relatively innocent kiss.]
S'cute. Suits you. [He mumbles into the other man's hair in a tired voice, clutching hin a little tighter as he squirms so he can't get any further away.
Honestly, he probably could go another round, but he's been so terribly exhausted by life in general lately. Still, he can't see the downside of simply cuddling with Dirk for one night instead of fucking him.]
Maybe I'm testin' you. [He says with a soft laugh, pulling back a little so he can kiss Dirk's lips properly. Yup. Just testing.]
[It takes all his willpower not to call Murdoc Bambi. He figures it wouldn't go over too well, so he'll just chuckle at that and let it go.
And he definitely could go another round, but hey. Cuddling's good, too, and he's trying to be good. But it's so damn easy to be bad. Especially when Murdoc outright says it's a test. Fuck. Nope. Nope, he'll pass it. Now it's on.
The rabbit is going back in his hole.
He allows the kiss to go for a few seconds, before pulling back.]
Then I'm afraid I'm gonna pass it, babe. [He nuzzles his head into Murdoc's neck for a moment before pulling back a little, giving Murdoc a nudge.] Turn over, we're gonna fucking spoon. Minus the fucking.
[The reference would go right over his head, to be honest. He hasn't seen a disney movie before. He hasn't seen a movie before. He just thinks Thumper is a cute and fitting name for a rabbit and he's too tired to question Dirk about the relevance of it. He's starting to let a lot of Dirk's references slide. If only he had google..
He hums sadly as Dirk pulls back from the kiss and stares lazily at him as he speaks, lifting the corner of his mouth upward in a wobbily smile at the challenge.
He grunts as he's nudged but he doesn't budge an inch. He is a wall of man, Dirk, just try making him move where he doesn't want to.]
[Christ, he really needs to show this man some Disney. That's gonna be number one on his list of priorities this Summer. Along with showing him a few other things. And maybe introducing him to the internet. Basically Murdoc just needs to be introduced to lots of things from the Muggle world and Bro is going to be the one to do it.
Also goddamn your wall of man-ness, Murdoc. But if he wanted to move you, he could. He's just not trying with all of his strength.]
You're gonna be the little one this time. I've been the little one way too damn much lately.
[He will not begin to understand the complexities behind Disney movies, but if Dirk suggests it he will probably at least sit through some of them. Maybe. He might sleep through them.
He grunts, giving Dirk a look before rolling over, looking over his shoulder at his dumb boyfriend.]
[It's not an 'if' thing, it's a 'when' thing. Just you wait, Murdoc, you'll find yourself forced to sit through nearly all of them. At least the good ones.
And he's just going to let that little remark bounce off him, because he has pretty much the best comeback ever to it.]
I'm big where it counts. I'm sure you've noticed.
[And now he's just gonna scoot forward and press himself against Murdoc's back, throwing a leg over him as he does so. Fuck yes spooning.]
[He doesn't even own a television, Dirk. You are going to have to pull a lot of strings to get Murdoc watching cartoons with you. He might even judge you a little.
That's earning Dirk an eye roll as Murdoc turns away from Dirk to lie more comfortably.]
You certainly mention it enough. It's rather difficult to notice. [He grunts as Dirk throws his leg over him, but he's happy to nestle back against him. Murdoc doesn't have a hell of a lot of body heat, so Dirk feels like a personal heater against him. It's nice. He can't help but think of doing this in his own bed at home.
[Of course he's going to judge Bro. That's not something that's ever going to stop, regardless of Disney. Bro will always do things to be judged for. Always.]
I don't mention it that often. [Does he? He tries not to, at least. After the awkwardness of their first time, he's tried not to mention it terribly often. Okay maybe he slips.]
You make it sound like you don't have something to boast about, babe.
You mention it enough. [He grumbles, trying to nestle his face into his own arms. Why did they start talking about this? Why why why? Maybe he should pretend to be asleep.]
I never implied that, actually. You're readin' too far into it.
I'm just saying, you don't have anything to be self conscious about.
[He's trying. He's trying really hard to make Murdoc feel better about this. At least he hasn't outright suggested that Murdoc has penis envy. He imagines if he did, it wouldn't end very well.]
I never said I was self conscious about anythin', you're the one makin' awfully suspicious assumptions.
[He looks over his shoulder to give Dirk the stink eye, but there isn't much bitterness in it. In fact, looking at Dirk just makes him want to give him a rough kiss for being a brat.]
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Honestly, it's a scary thing. Emotional encounters could be scarier than most aggressive encounters. It felt like there was a lot more to lose, a lot more to be judged over. If one of them said too much or spoke too soon it could potentially impact the situation in a way two men so inexperienced with relationships could handle.
That said, when Dirk looks at him, it really feels like he's said the right things. He isn't looking confused or angry, he looks content. It feels good to know his words have satisfied the other man. Though the silence is a little offputting, as it always is. He can't help being paranoid, things have never gone so smoothly for him before. Generally he talks himself into a hole.
Speaking of, he's about to open his mouth and ask if Dirk is okay when his lips are pressed against the other man. He supposes some things are better left unsaid as he leans into the kiss. His hands thread around Dirk's waist and he holds him close to him as tightly as he can.
It had taken them a damn long time, but it's safe to say that Dirk is well and truly his now. If anyone has a problem with that they can pry the other man from Murdoc's cold, dead hands. It was so difficult for him to form emotional attachment like this. Mutual attachment. So when it happened, he tended to feel it stronger than any other feeling. His satisfaction at maintaining such a close bond is near all consuming. He feels so damn good right now, he couldn't explain it if you asked. All he knows is that he doesn't want to deny anything anymore.
He hums happily into the kiss, trying to match Dirk's intensity with his own mouth.]
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He can tell that Murdoc is kissing him just as intensely, and it just fuels him on. He presses himself closer, his hands sliding down Murdoc's back as he himself lets out a happy sound into the kiss. As it continues, the air of his kiss becomes more intense and needy, and it's becoming clear where this is heading; especially as his hands finally make their way to rest on Murdoc's ass.
Because after all, there are no more words. Only action can really prove everything that's just been said true. And he intends to make it so.]
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It's not deep and passionate like their first few kisses. It's desperate and wanting, like he wants his words to mean something and for his feelings to be returned through physical means. He's been aching for this for so long, he hardly knows how to conduct himself. He's almost certain he can't fuck it up now, so he lets his body make his choices for him.
He drops a hand downward and gives Dirk's forearm a tug, pulling back from the kiss enough to nod his head in the direction of a more comfortable surface.]
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So taking Murdoc by the hand, he lets Murdoc lead the way.
And then they proceed to have some really, really intense sex.
And now it's time for pillow talk.]
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This time? It was like they were perfectly in sync with each other. They were both begining to figure out what made each other tick and it was starting to get really damn good.
He rolls on his side, still enjoying the afterglow and gradually getting his breath back. He smiles lazily over at Dirk before reaching out to stroke his cheek.]
That was good.
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He may or may not still be a little out of breath, laying on his back, chest heaving. His eyes flick over to Murdoc and a smirk curls on his face.]
You can say that again. [He presses slightly into the touch.] Fucking perfect, in fact. [No pun intended.]
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He moves his hand up, running it through his hair and leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.]
I'm startin' to think you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me.
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Are you trying to make me want another round? Because if so, it's working.
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He lets out a content sigh and moves in to kiss Dirk on the lips, humming as he rubs his chest and slinking his arms around him.]
Do you ever stop? You're startin' to make me feel old.
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It's not my fault. I think you just bring it out in me.
[He lets out a hum as Murdoc wraps his arms around him and he shifts closer, unable to help it when he wraps a leg around Murdoc in order to get as close as possible. After sex cuddling is the best, he will not be denied this guilty pleasure.]
It probably wouldn't happen if you weren't so damn sexy.
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I think you're lookin' for an excuse now, rabbit.
[He snorts a little, rubbing at Dirk's back before pinching him a little. Resting a hand on his lower back.]
It wouldn't happen if YOU weren't so damn sexy, actually.
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Just call me Thumper.
[He squirms a little at the pinch, and honestly it doesn't do anything to sway him from his rabbitery. Which wasn't a word until now. But he's trying to be a good boy. He knows Murdoc is an old man and can't go another round so soon.]
You should know better than to say shit like that now of all times, it's not gonna help matters. [He gives him a coy smile, before nuzzling into his neck and pressing a kiss there. A small, relatively innocent kiss.]
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[He mumbles into the other man's hair in a tired voice, clutching hin a little tighter as he squirms so he can't get any further away.
Honestly, he probably could go another round, but he's been so terribly exhausted by life in general lately. Still, he can't see the downside of simply cuddling with Dirk for one night instead of fucking him.]
Maybe I'm testin' you. [He says with a soft laugh, pulling back a little so he can kiss Dirk's lips properly. Yup. Just testing.]
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And he definitely could go another round, but hey. Cuddling's good, too, and he's trying to be good. But it's so damn easy to be bad. Especially when Murdoc outright says it's a test. Fuck. Nope. Nope, he'll pass it. Now it's on.
The rabbit is going back in his hole.
He allows the kiss to go for a few seconds, before pulling back.]
Then I'm afraid I'm gonna pass it, babe. [He nuzzles his head into Murdoc's neck for a moment before pulling back a little, giving Murdoc a nudge.] Turn over, we're gonna fucking spoon. Minus the fucking.
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He hums sadly as Dirk pulls back from the kiss and stares lazily at him as he speaks, lifting the corner of his mouth upward in a wobbily smile at the challenge.
He grunts as he's nudged but he doesn't budge an inch. He is a wall of man, Dirk, just try making him move where he doesn't want to.]
'M I the big spoon or the little one?
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Also goddamn your wall of man-ness, Murdoc. But if he wanted to move you, he could. He's just not trying with all of his strength.]
You're gonna be the little one this time. I've been the little one way too damn much lately.
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He grunts, giving Dirk a look before rolling over, looking over his shoulder at his dumb boyfriend.]
Maybe it's because you are little.
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And he's just going to let that little remark bounce off him, because he has pretty much the best comeback ever to it.]
I'm big where it counts. I'm sure you've noticed.
[And now he's just gonna scoot forward and press himself against Murdoc's back, throwing a leg over him as he does so. Fuck yes spooning.]
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That's earning Dirk an eye roll as Murdoc turns away from Dirk to lie more comfortably.]
You certainly mention it enough. It's rather difficult to notice.
[He grunts as Dirk throws his leg over him, but he's happy to nestle back against him. Murdoc doesn't have a hell of a lot of body heat, so Dirk feels like a personal heater against him. It's nice. He can't help but think of doing this in his own bed at home.
Alas, he needs to pause and snark at Dirk.]
That is not an invitation to boast more.
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I don't mention it that often. [Does he? He tries not to, at least. After the awkwardness of their first time, he's tried not to mention it terribly often. Okay maybe he slips.]
You make it sound like you don't have something to boast about, babe.
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I never implied that, actually. You're readin' too far into it.
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[He's trying. He's trying really hard to make Murdoc feel better about this. At least he hasn't outright suggested that Murdoc has penis envy. He imagines if he did, it wouldn't end very well.]
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[He looks over his shoulder to give Dirk the stink eye, but there isn't much bitterness in it. In fact, looking at Dirk just makes him want to give him a rough kiss for being a brat.]
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I'm just trying to make you feel good about yourself. Geez. You're the one getting defensive over it.
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