"You want me to what?" Murdoc smashes his hands against his computer keys, still not fully processing the request. He had been frustrated lately with all the new work the band was doing, leaving very little time to spend 'relaxing' with Russel.
Speaking of which, the drummer was standing before his lover, a pair of headphones and a silk scarf tight in his hands.
"You've been so pent up lately, I just want you to try something new."
"And by new, you mean...?"
"You won't be able to hear or see anything with these on. All you can do is focus on the pleasure I give you." Russel blushes at his own statement, causing Murdoc's heart to melt.
"Fine," he growls, standing to remove his shirt, "But I won't cum if this is stupid."
Now in complete dark, silence, and on his hands an knees, Murdoc waits, though rather impatiently, for his lover to get to work. However, Russel is feeling extra mischevious today, pinching his boyfriend on the bottom before doing anything he actually liked. Murdoc rolled his eyes behind the blindfold. What a typical thing of Russel to do. Guessing the drummer's next move, Murdoc waits in anticipation as his left nipple it pinched between Russel's thumb and forefinger. The pec itself was already tender and swollen from previous acts of love making, something the bassist and drummer tried to fit in as much as humanly possible, making the sensation brand new. Murdoc whimpers as the bud stiffens in his lovers hand, a sting blossoming in his chest and spreading southward. Murdoc could feel his cock throb between his legs, already begining to swell to its full length. Russel continues to pinch the bud, now adding a slight twist now, sending an almost pained pleasure through Murdoc's chest. He hardly as time to enjoy it as he feels a tongue at his right nipple, licking the nub and exciting the basist. He mutters an 'o-oh...' as two soft lips lock around, sucking gently. It had been discovered early on that Murdoc's right nipple was more sensative than the left. Couple with Murdoc's secret love of having them stimulated, even going as far as to rub them himself if Russel was taking too long, the drummer always too advantage of his love's little kink, indulging in a few of his own in the process
Murdoc became increasingly uncomfortable as the drummer moved down his chest, placing kisses where he felt necessary. He always stopped to place a kiss about Murdoc's beating heart, enjoying the way it throbbed beneath his lips. Murdoc often became frustrated by this as Russel would usually spend more time than he liked here, pressing his hand or ear to his chest to feel or listen to his boyfriend's heartbeat, getting increasingly excited as it got faster. Murdoc usually let him press his hand against his skin so he could feel it when they made love, but tonight he was getting frustrated, already angry that he couldn't see or hear his lover's movements. Russel picks up on this as he is now trailing his kisses again, placing one on Murdoc's stomach before placing one just about his swollen member.
Murdoc is plenty smart to know not to get excited about this. Russel was never one to go straight in to stimulating Murdoc's cock while in a playful mood. No, that was the last thing he's get to work on. Instead, he trails a thick finger down Murdoc's spine, a spread of chills and a shudder follow his finger as he reaches his boyfriend's tailbone.
Murdoc is fairly certai- no, he knows exactly what's to come next. He always hated this part too. The scent of cherries fills his lungs, making him feel almost completely nausious. Russel knows this all too well, pressing a kiss to Murdoc's temple, rubbing his stomach lightly in an attempt to relax him.
The first digit is inserted slowly, a shiver running down Murdoc's spine. The lube feels cold despite the heat from his boyfriend'a hand and the stretch feels just as weird. The digit is followed by a second, Murdoc's most hated part, as they work their way inside his body. Russel's hands would twitch and flex on their own, making Murdoc feel even more uncomfortable. They didn't at all feel like his lover's pulsing eight and a half inch rod, they felt more like a weird tentacle, thrashing around in there, it just never felt right. The hand was soon withdrawn and Murdoc could feel his boyfriend looming above him, getting into position.
This part always got him excited, but what happened next had him floored. He was grabbed suddenly and stood up. He hardly has time to this as he is soon bent over his bed, one arm around his waist to keep him standing. From this angle of intrusion, Murdoc can feel a whole new sensation. If he had to describe just what he felt at this moment it would begin with the throbbing. Russel's cock head was deep inside Murdoc. He could feel it pulsing strongly against his inner walls, feeling it both in his lower back and deep within his belly.
The next thing to come were the trusts. Murdoc usually wondered at this point just how Russel could roll his hips so rapidly, maintaining a constant pace, causing Murdoc to fall face down on the bed, arms giving out from the sheer force.
Murdoc is struggling to breathe properly as Russel's hand finds his aching, leaking member. Murdoc's orgasm is long since over due, the build up of semen becomes increasingly obvious as his impressive sak begins to tense up. The headphones are nudged aside, a hot, deep growl his heard beside the shell of his ear, causing his cock to twitch.
"Cum for me, babe." Russel orders, nibbling on the shell. Murdoc gives one last whimper as the sudden feeling of pleasure finally releasing is reached, cum spurting from his weeping cock with such a force behind it that Murdoc hardly believes he'll ever stop cumming.
Russel isn't too far behind, getting better at matching his and Murdoc's orgasms, filling his lover's body with his thick, hot cum. Murdoc loved this part the most, reveling in the intense warmth he now felt and semen was pumped inside him. Russel's cock twitched rapidly against Murdoc's prostate, casing the bassist to finally scream out, his own cock began to spasm at the desired stimulation.
"See. You were just too full," Russel reached between the brunette's limp cock. Murdoc simply bats his had away, wanting nothing more to just rest for a minute or two.
"So...what should we try next?"