1.1 (full)
“Mmh..!” 2D whined, hands clutching spunk slobbered bedsheets, lifting his lower back from the bed. It was Sunday evening: Russel and Noodle were God knows where; neither of them cared much in their current states. 2D laid helpless on Murdoc’s bed, sheets stiff with bodily fluids, weak against the other man’s tools.
Murdoc’s raspy voice pierced the air, “You’re already a bloody mess?” Though the question came out as more of a statement than it was a question. Both of them knew the answer: yes. Vibrations and prayerful whines filled the room, accompanied by the occasional shuffle. “I haven’t even started.” Murdoc’s voice was laced with teasing, nasally from arousal.
Stirring at his words, 2D whimpered again, squirming away from the toy that seemed to know exactly where he was sensitive at. Murdoc chuckled again, grabbing 2D’s face. “Don’t be a baby,” he drawled, “Take it like a man.” Holding 2D’s jaw with one hand, Murdoc’s thumb nudged a button, the vibrations growing louder.
2D gasped; sharp, shocked. “Stop!” He cried, even when he wanted Murdoc to do anything but. “Stop,” he repeated, voice whispered - hoarse. 2D brought his hands up, nails scratching desperately at Murdoc’s green tinted wrists, scarred. The red pinky contrasted beautifully to 2D in the dim light of the bedroom. “I'm close,” he tried again.
This afflicted a grunt from Murdoc, his lips turning into his usual scowl, sharp teeth on display. He pulled the toy away, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. 2D squirmed again, crying in need. “Don’t be an arse,” 2D pleaded, watching as Murdoc stood there, clad in tighty-whitey underwear. As he turned to grab something, 2D waited, taunt with heat, squirmy with urgency.
His breath hitched as Murdoc turned back around; handcuffs and whip proudly on display in both hands. “Wait-” 2D swallowed, pushing himself to sit up. To his surprise, Murdoc actually paused - briefly - staring at the other man’s rosy cheeks, trembling body.
“What?” Murdoc snapped, voice sharp. If he were any closer, 2D could feel the spit that came from his mouth.
2D wavered. chewing on his thin bottom lip. “Can I top?” He finally whispered, voice loud in the quiet room.
Eyes widening, Murdoc’s first instinct was to laugh; throwing his head back before he shrugged, crawling lazily onto the bed, head resting on the pillow case that hadn’t been washed since the day he bought it. “Have it your way, fag.” Murdoc replied, hands behind his head. 2D stared, mouth open in a small ‘o’ before he immediately took advantage of this rare opportunity and crawled on top of Murdoc.
Murdoc’s clothed phallus pushed against 2D, and both let out shuttering gasps. “Sorry.” 2D whispered, laughing shyly as he moved down; just enough so that he could peer at it easily. “Sorry,” he repeated. Murdoc reached out to grab 2D’s jaw again, eyes narrowing as he forced eye contact.
Murdoc licked his lips before responding: “Don’t apologize,” he said gruffly. Realizing that he was a bit too soft for his liking, the man quickly followed it up with, “Because I certainly ain’t.”
2D let out a shuttering breath at Murdoc’s words, swallowing thickly before nodding, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Narrowing his eyes, Murdoc gripped 2D’s jaw again, forcing eye contact. “Come on,” he whispered hoarsely. “Use your words.” The sentence was punctuated by a sharp bite to 2D’s collarbone, bruising but not drawing blood - yet.
2D whimpered at the bite, his hands tightening on Murdoc’s shoulders, leaving nail prints in his skin. “Oh… Okay,” he choked out, swallowing once more. Part of him wanted to give up, to let Murdoc simply take control, but the other part of him wanted to prove himself - after all, he asked for this - begged to be where he was now. He couldn’t just give it up now that he had to actually do something.
2D paused, looking around before finally spotting it: a small bottle of lube sat on the nightstand; it was half used from Murdoc’s previous endeavors. 2D poured it into his palm, pausing for a moment as the cold liquid touch his skin. He chortled awkwardly, looking back up at Murdoc as he finally tugged the other’s underwear off. 2D swallowed once more, eyes trained on the member now in front of him.
Murdoc was unshaven, and much too big in 2D’s opinion - but it was the perfect size, too. 2D hesitated for a moment before he placed his hand on the side of it, coating it thickly with the gel. Murdoc let out a shuttering gasp, the coolness from the lube and warmth from 2D’s hand sending shivers down his spin. “Bloody hell…” he whispered.
