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It was a rather slow day today. Quiet, somehow, Murdoc’s incessant yelling not happening more than twice (which was 2D’s fault) since morning. Well, mainly because the man was posted up in 2D’s room, sitting on his bed, back to the wall, with a joint in hand. 2D sat next to him, his slender fingers reaching out to grab the item, pulling it to his lips, inhaling, and exhaling it in the dark room. Just like almost everyday they took breaks from recording songs, drinking, getting high, eating instant ramen or frozen pizza. It was the rockstar life, 2D supposed.
Slowly looking over to the older man, 2D would chew on his lip, fingers twitching anxiously as he spoke up. “Er… Mudz… Have yew ever kissed a- a guy before?” Murdoc would look up from where his head was hanging, a brow raising up as he flicked some of the ash into the cigarette tray. “Course I have, ya daft sod. Why?” Murdoc questions, taking another long, slow hit of the joint before exhaling, passing it over to 2D. He takes it immediately, taking a quick, short hit off of it, finally coming to the end. He sets it down, stubbing it out.
“Wu’ld yew ever… kiss me?” 2D asks cautiously, like he was walking a tightrope with rabid sharks below. Murdoc would freeze, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to get some thoughts past his foggy, high brain. He would grunt and reach over, yanking 2D closer by the neck, and smash his lips against the others. 2D would squeak, eyes shutting tightly as he moaned softly, feeling harsh, chapped lips press against his. The blue haired singer would grip the bassists shoulders tightly, scooting closer as they parted, panting. Murdoc would chuckle, licking over his teeth as his head ducked down, starting to nip and lick at 2D’s soft neck. 2D would whimper, body shivering as his head lolled backwards, letting the other have better room.
“Mm… aren’t yew jus’ a needy thing, faceache?” Murdoc would rumble lowly, and 2D would find himself nodding urgently, feeling the man’s hand come to unbuckle his belt. 2D would shift, helping pull it off with the grace of a fish out of water, scooting back until he hit the headboard of his bed. Murdoc would rip his pants off his legs, standing up to yank off his own pants and shirt, the dark hair on his chest and navel, traveling under his tight boxers making 2D’s mouth dry up. 2D may have some hair on his chest, but it was more scarce when it came to traveling up his own navel.
“Yew wan’ me to fuck yew, dents?” Murdoc would sneer, his hand moving to his crotch, palm grinding down against the bulge straining to his black boxers. 2D found himself nodding yet again, whining softly as he hooked his thumbs under his boxers, pulling them down and off, kicking them lazily to the floor. His legs would spread shyly, revealing his slick cunt. Murdoc would groan, and was on him in a moments time, inhaling his scent, nails digging into milky thighs. “Fuck, yew smell good- keepin’ this from me- yew wanker.” Murdoc would mumble incoherently, his words still having effect on the younger man, who squirmed.
Murdoc would bend down further, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth as it licked a slow stripe up 2D’s cunt, making the other jolt with a gasp, grasping his hair tightly. Murdoc would moan in appreciation, tongue lapping lazily. Pulling back, Murdoc would chuckle softly, thumbing the others enlarged clit. “Lookie here… such a small cock, Stu.” He would purr, watching the man shrink down in embarrassment, and definite arousal, moaning quietly as Murdoc’s practices fingers started to touch him, one dipping inside his tight heat.
“O-oh-“ 2D would gasp, eyes shutting tightly as he groaned, withering in the others hands before melting, feeling a second finger push into him, slowly twisting upwards and rocking in and out. He would moan softly, head against the pillows as Murdoc bent over him, his free hand tugging at the singers ugly graphic tee. “Aye, faceache, how ‘bout yew fancy takin’ this off?” Murdoc would huff, looking up as 2D looked down. The man would frown, not seeming to want to. Something about his boobs, Murdoc supposed. He just shrugs. “Fine.” Murdoc replies smoothly, his hand moving back down to palm himself again, groaning.
“Yew wan’ me in yew, baby?” Murdoc would rasp, and 2D would whimper, nodding his head shyly. Murdoc would pull down his boxers quickly, his cock, heavy and red tipped, springing out. The bassist licks his lips, pressing his cock between 2D’s folds and slowly grinding, hearing that lovely little squelch. 2D would whine, mouth opened slightly as he pants. Murdoc’s cockhead, hot and heavy, catching on his t-dick with every thrust upwards. It was driving him crazy, reaching up to grab at his shoulders.
“Oh- oh! Mudz- please! Stop teasin’ me n’ fuck me please!” At the almost pained cries of his singer, Murdoc would push himself in, groaning loudly at the tight heat surrounding his aching cock. 2D would gasp, jaw falling open as he moans softly, his black eyes shutting tightly, hair disheveled, sticking to his forehead from the stuffy room. The bassist would start moving immediately, purposely pulling out to drag against the others clit, before dipping back in.
“Good Satan…” Murdoc would hiss, face flushed. “Yew’re so fuckin’ wet, Stu, so needy.” 2D would moan louder, another gush of slick dripping out of him. Murdoc was, truthfully, amazed the other could produce so much wetness. He would start slowly fucking himself into 2D again, his thumb moving to toy with the others clit. Peeking out from his folds, red and needy. “So good… such a cute, small little dick, Stu.” Murdoc would hum out slowly, eyes drooping in appreciation as he picks up his pace quickly, the sound of slapping skin and 2D’s slowly increasingly louder moans bouncing off the room.
“Fuck! Murdoc- Murdoc!” 2D would cry out, hips jolting upwards to fuck back against Murdoc as the man rubs his clit faster, bringing him to the edge. 2D would gasp loudly, letting out a high, strangled and drawn out moan as he came, eyes shutting tightly, toes curling almost painfully tight, body spasming. His fluids would soak Murdoc’s cock, and it was enough that it pushed hik over the edge, pulling out to thrust against the singers cunt until he orgasmed, groaning loudly, gripping the others thighs as he shot hot, white ropes on his cunt and shirt, painting them both.
“Awh… dat’ was me favrite shirt…” 2D would frown after a few minutes of silence, peeking an eye open. Murdoc was panting, but pulling his boxers up, and then his jeans and shirt. “Go take a shower n’ start a load f’ laundry then, ya sod.” He grumbled, adjusting his shirt and buckling his belt as he walked out, leaving 2D to deal with the mess, and a ruined favorite shirt.