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The first thing Stuart felt upon waking was a familiar pair of lips kissing at the back of their neck. A grin was quick to grow across their sleepy face, eyes closing for just a moment longer before they rolled over to face their lover.
“Awake so early, luv?”
Smiling, Murdoc brushed some stray hair from Stu’s face, fingers lingering against their cheek.
“Happy birthday, faceache!” His voice was heavy and low, drenched in early morning exhaustion. Still, his eyes held a warmness in them that made 2D melt. “How do you feel?”
“Old,” mumbled the singer, biting back a laugh at the face the bassist made. He shook his head.
“You’re not old,” mused Murdoc, giving their shoulder a playful nudge. “Not compared to me, at least.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re all that old either.”
“Perfect. Then we’re both still young.”
Somewhere in their hushed exchange, Murdoc had found his way on top of 2D, continuing to pepper their skin with soft, adoring kisses. Their hands found his back, tracing lazy patterns over his skin, pride filling them as their touch drew faint shivers from the older man. Murdoc’s lips made their way from Stuart’s face down to their neck, provoking a soft, wavering sigh.
“Mm…Mudz…”
They could feel Murdoc grinning against their throat. He gave their waist a small squeeze before continuing on, his lips parting now.
“I’ve got you, yeah?”
2D nodded, stifling a moan when they felt the Satanist’s tongue tease along their flesh, his hands now resting against his hips.
“I’ll make you feel good,” he rasped, dropping his voice to that lovely bass that always made Stu blush, “give you a good birthday dickin’.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Working downwards, Murdoc drew back the covers, exposing 2D’s lower half. He hooked his thumbs to the waistband of their pajama pants, removing them with a familiar, practiced motion. He was eternally grateful that they mostly slept without underwear on. A tremble ran down Stuart’s body as the air hit their cunt, which was quickly growing damp with every passing nip and lick to their body.
“Fuck, Murdoc,” they groaned. “Quit teasing me.”
“Aw, I’m not teasing you, luv.”
“Yes, you are!”
“Am not.”
Any protest Stuart had quickly died in their throat, replaced with an airy moan as Murdoc clambered up, shoving their shirt up to reveal their chest. His long tongue darted out to draw circles around their pink nipples, sharp teeth closing around one and tugging playfully. Stu fisted their hand into his raven hair, back arching off the mattress.
“Now I’m teasing you,” quipped Murdoc, moving to their other nipple before they could complain. His heart pounded in his chest at the sound of their whimpers and the feeling of their fist tightening against his scalp. He released from their chest with an obscene pop, grinning wildly at their flushed face.
“Jerk,” they stuttered, the corners of their mouth twitching upward into a smile.
“Just doing what I do best, darling~”
“And what’s that? Being a- oh, sh-shit!”
Murdoc chuckled softly, his fingers ghosting 2D’s entrance. With his thumb against their t-dick, he dipped his middle finger into their wet hole, watching as their white eyes widened and their brows knit together.
“That good?”
“Y-Yes, fuck-”
“That’s it, luv. I’ve got you, remember? Just sit back and let me take care of everything.”
Stuart nodded, biting down on their lip as they spread their legs further, inviting Murdoc to add a second finger. Their breathing grew heavier with every curl of his digits inside of them, his mouth leaving purple marks against their hips, deep violet flowers that would serve as a reminder of this moment until they faded away, making space for new ones. It wasn’t long before Murdoc was pumping three fingers in 2D, his erection painfully hard in his boxers, leaving a damp spot on the front. It was evident that he was becoming as needy as Stuart, much to the singer’s relief. If he didn’t fuck them into the mattress soon, they would both surely burst.
Slotting himself between their thighs, Murdoc slung Stu’s legs around his waist, lining up his now free dick with their aching hole. He nudged in slowly, a groan escaping his lips at the tight, warm feeling he had grown to know so well.
“Satan, ‘D,” he huffed, one hand gripping their waist as the other guided him forward. “You always feel so fucking good.”
“Mur-Murdoc…”
“That feel good, baby? You like being filled?”
“Fuck, yes- please, don’t stop!”
It wasn’t long before Murdoc was fully sheathed inside of Stu, the two moaning and panting as their hips connected. The green man leaned forward, burying his face in Stuart’s neck and humming, his arm wrapping around them tightly.
“Good job,” he purred, remaining still to allow them time to adjust. He grazed his teeth along the junction of their shoulder and neck, clamping down in a slow yet claiming manner, relishing in the pleased squeal he received.
“Mudz, please…I need you so bad…”
“You’ve got me,” he whispered, giving a slow roll of his hips. “You’ve got me.”
2D’s legs tightened around the bassist’s waist, urging him on as he began to slide in and out, hitting their g-spot over and over again. His movements were steady, his body pressed close to Stuart’s, arms still locked around them tightly. He whispered praise into their ear, beginning to pick up speed.
“So good, such a good one, aren’t you? That’s it, angel, take it all- it’s all for you. Let me hear you.”
Stu was a babbling mess, moans and broken pleas for more falling from their tongue. They felt their climax quickly approaching, heat rising in their belly.
“I’m gonna…’m gonna cum, Mudz!”
“Fuck, yeah- cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.”
“Oh, oh! Murdoc!”
With just a few more thrusts, Stuart came with a cry, their body convulsing with the force of their orgasm. Murdoc rode them through it, cooing admiration at them the whole time. He pulled out, stroking his dick desperately before releasing across their abdomen, splattering white across their skin with his head thrown back. For a moment, they just sat there, catching their breaths. 2D threw their elbow over their forehead, wiping away their sweat with a grin. When they opened their eyes, Murdoc was staring down at them, a content look on his face, one that was full of wordless adoration, more so than usual, as if they were some sort of deity, that Stuart managed to catch every once in a while before he turned away, mumbling something under his breath. This time, however, he didn’t look away. He cracked a smile.
“Happy birthday.”
Collapsing back down onto the bed, he drew them into his arms, holding them to his heaving chest. Stuart giggled softly, cuddling closer until it felt as if they would fuse together. They closed their eyes, listening to Murdoc’s hearth thump away in his chest
“I love you, Mudz.”
“I love you, too, bluebird. Get some more rest, I’ll wake you up before Noodle and Russel burst in here with cake.”