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[Murdoc rolls his eyes in a dramatic manner, but that's all the teasing he's going to do before he shuts the door behind him and approaches.

There's a book sized present in his hand, which he makes a show of slipping into a desk drawer before leaning down to press a kiss to Dirk's lips.]

[It's a sign of how completely and utterly Bro wants and needs Murdoc right now that he barely even takes note of the gift in Murdoc's hands. Instead, he focuses on Murdoc and how he's coming closer, and how hard it is not to get up and meet him halfway. Instead, as hard as it is, he lets Murdoc come to him. But he does lean forward to meet Murdoc's lips, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

He's already starting to feel better.]

[Murdoc is glad because he's really fucking embarrassed about it. He had intended on leaving it for him so he wouldn't have to hand it to him personally and feel worried that he didn't like it, but it sounded a little like he needed a present right now. Even if he is totally distracted by the kiss.

Murdoc lets it linger for a long time, pressing down into it eagerly until his back protests and he straightens a little. He reaches out to cup Dirk's face, being a little condescending when he pinches at a cheek with a small smile. He's looking in his eyes all the while, obviously a little amused at how much of a drama queen his boyfriend is.]

You don't look a day over twenty five.

[Goddamn, he almost lets out a sound of protest when Murdoc pulls away from him, but he figures he knows why he did. Goddamn back issues. It was a pretty uncomfortable position for him, though, so he understands.

And maybe it is a little condescending when Murdoc pinches his cheeks like that, but he has a hard time minding. If anything, his cheeks take a pinkish tinge to them, and when Murdoc speaks he just rolls his eyes. He can't be genuinely annoyed at Murdoc over this. He realizes he's being petty, especially when Murdoc is older than him.]

You don't look a day over twenty six.

[In an effort to make himself more comfortable, Murdoc pushes himself up onto the edge of Dirk's desk, hooking a leg up past his shoulder to rest on his chair.]

You're downright gorgeous but you're a damn awful liar, Strider.

[He smirks, stroking a thumb over his cheek.]

Were you ever intendin' on tellin' me when your birthday was?

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[Between the compliment (Shut up, he'll disregard the jab at his lying) and the feeling of Murdoc's thumb on his cheek, he lets out a small hum of contentment which turns into a sigh when Murdoc speaks again.]

No, probably not. A man's gotta have his secrets, right?

Probably a good thing your nephew doesn't agree with you there. I'd have let it slip by if he hadn't told me. Not that you were at all subtle, darlin'.

[He presses his palms to his desk, leaning forward a little.]

Any plans for the day?

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[Goddamn it, Dirk. No wonder everyone knew. He should've known it was one of his sproglets that spilled the beans. He supposes that since it lead to this, though, that he really can't be too angry with him. Or at all, really.]

I was plenty subtle, thank you very much. I dunno what makes people automatically think birthdays when numbers are mentioned and bitched about, but it's an irrational association.

[A small, immature little huff.]

Nah.

[He pauses, as he thinks more about it.]

Unless... you wanna do something, maybe? [He may or may not be perking up slightly at the idea.]

[Little do you know, Dirk. Little do you know. It was all out of love, they both swear.

He reaches out and plucks Dirk's cap off his head, running his hand through the front of his hair with an incredulous smile.]

The more you deny it, the sillier you look, love. [A little snort.]

I'd love to. Do you have somethin' in mind?

[It's really hard to argue with him when Murdoc does that, and instead of reply he just lets out a half-hearted growl in his throat at his comment. Stupid Murdoc and his stupid hand running through his stu- awesome hair.]

I didn't have anything specific in mind, no. But I thought it'd be great to get away from here for a few hours. Like... away, away. Not just to Hogsmeade.

[He grunts in response to the grunt as a way of telling him to stop being a sulk, man language is so beautiful and elegant. He gives his hair a slight ruffle before pulling it away to get a better look at Dirk.]

How far away? Would you be able to get back in time for work?

[It really is the best language of all. Never has there ever been a more elegant language for two people to converse in. He raises his eyebrows slightly when Murdoc pulls away and speaks.]

It's my birthday, I can take a day off if I wanna.

[The epitome of professionalism.]

But yeah, I probably could, if you're that worried about it. And by far away, I meant... Well, far away. Maybe London.

It's not my birthday. Though I suppose I could throw my back out, if you'd like to help me with that.

[Smirk.]

London? What would we do in London? [Such a pureblood.]

[He can't help smirking a little at that, though probably for entirely different reasons as he recalls previous conversations and how it was used as a euphemism for... things. But he decides not to go there, and focuses on Murdoc's other question. He's not too much of a horndog to spend his birthday bumping uglies.]

I dunno. Explore. Get lunch? Do all the shit we can't do in Hogsmeade? It's a big place, I'm sure there's plenty to do. [And then in a small moment of word vomit,] Maybe I could take you back to my place later.

[A pause. Because... does he really want Murdoc to see his place? He isn't entirely sure.] But mostly London.

[Murdoc knows exactly what he's talking about. Of course, he doesn't expect them to spend his entire birthday in bed, that would be ridiculous. He simply assumes Birthday Sex is something Dirk has a keen interest in. Or at least, he's finding himself a little curious about it.

Besides, what better way to make Dirk feel young and sexy than- yeah okay he should pay attention to the conversation]

Whatever you think is best, it's your birthday afterall. [He sneers because he knows Dirk is trying to cover that up] Are you going to show me your floors?

[The problem with birthday sex is that if they were to have it, they would waste so much time that everything would be closed by the time they ever thought about getting to London. So that is something best saved for after they've been productive. But you can believe that he is very interested in it.

And the floor comment does nothing to put that thought away. Goddamn it.]

I'm gonna punch you... [It's a whisper, hopefully Murdoc doesn't hear. Or hopefully he does.] So anyway, yeah. Let's go.

[Murdoc does hear it. All it gets Dirk is a snort and roll of his eyes. Still, He leans forward and presses a kiss to the other man's cheek. They may not doing anything dirty, but he still can't keep himself off Dirk. Even if he is threatening to punch him.

He leans back and tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.]

Right now? Like this? [He looks down at his clothing and Dirk's clothing.]

[Ugh, Murdoc. You are really, seriously making it hard to resist the whole birthday sex thing. Even something as simple and mushy as a cheek kiss is enough to light that particular fire. But maybe it's because a part of him just loves sappy shit like that a lot. Also it makes it difficult to want to punch him, so it's a double annoyance.

Also he can't deny the fact that Murdoc has a point there.]

Oh. Well, okay. After we change, I guess.

[And that's when he has a sudden realization.]

Do you have any... er. Normal clothes?

[Oh? Is he? How strange. That certainly isn't his intention. Honestly! Just because he wants it so much right now doesn't mean they need to, particularly since Dirk seems to have his own plans.

So, The kiss is entirely innocent.]

Good.

[He raises both eyebrows, scowling.]

These are normal clothes.

[Right. Innocent.

You are so full of shit, Murdoc. And it's thanks to you that now he's fucking wanting it. But no, he's not going to get it. Because he really does want to go out for his birthday and not just stay in screwing all day. Because that really is what would happen and Murdoc should know that.]

Let me rephrase that. Do you have any Muggle clothes. I'm assuming from your answer that would be a no, though. We're gonna have to raid my closet, I just know it.

[Yes. He is the innocent one here. Mostly because he doesn't have the stamina to screw all day, but he wouldn't be surprised if Dirk did. Oh well. He can wait and when they do end up doing it he's such it'll be fantastic.

He huffs, folding his arms over his chest.]

Why do I need muggle clothin'? [Nose crinkle.] Do you have anythin' nice?

[Honestly the two of them will be lucky if they don't end up having a quickie somewhere out of the way during their little birthday adventure in London. Either way though, it will indeed be fantastic.

And wow, you're such a little drama queen, Murdoc.]

You need muggle clothes because you're dressed like somebody that doesn't belong in this century. It'll raise a few questions. And of course I have something nice, did you see what I wore on our date? If that's not nice, you've got some fuckin' high standards! Come on.

[He stands up, reaching out to take Murdoc by the arm so that he can take him to his closet.]

You're not wearing a suit, though. Nah, I'm gonna dress you in something way more casual.

[Murdoc only hopes it's somewhere nice and not some place disgusting like a bathroom or an alley. Murdoc has high hopes for you, Dirk. Be a good boy.]

I fit perfectly in this century! You're the ridiculous one with the ridiculous shades!

[He growls in frustration because HIS CLOTHING HAS BEEN INSULTED and also he's getting fashion anxiety and it hurts to imagine what other ugly sweaters he might have.]

Why can't I wear a suit?

[Really, now? You're seriously questioning his ability to find a good fuck spot? He, who once schooled you in this very subject? Remember the restricted section, Murdoc. Fucking. Remember. It.]

Not in this muggle century.

[You insulted his shades, and yet you don't see him flying off the handle. Even though that does get to him slightly. He likes his shades, goddamn it.]

Because. Stop getting so pissy, Jesus Christ. Is it so wrong that I want a day where I don't get fucking stared at? It's already gonna happen anyway, since I'm not gonna be wearing my shades. [For you.] So the least you could do is compromise a little and not be such a diva.

[They're in his quarters now, and he pulls them over to his closet, opening the door. It's nothing too large, but it's big enough that the two of them can walk in it if they don't mind being a little cramped. At a glance, it seems pretty average. Lots of white polos, and other shirts of varying colours. On closer inspection, there are a few things you don't ever see Bro wearing that look a bit different than what would normally wear. Mostly because he buys them and never wears them, because what is fashion. It's easier to just wear simple things.]

[Yes. The restricted section of a library in a school. That would have gone swimmingly. He's also fairly certain some of those books are sentient.]

Who cares what muggles think? I don't!

[He crinkles his nose a little and tries not to pout but now he feels a little bad. Okay no he feels very bad.]

You don't have to take your shades off if you don't want to. [He grumbles and trudges toward the clothes, picking through the clothes. Occasionally he lets out a disapproving tut as he comes across a hideous sweater or a garish colour.

Then he pulls out a black coat and holds it against himself with a thoughtful hum. You could be here a while.]

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