Oswald reached the bottom of the stairs, his stomach still churning from the conversation with his mother. He spotted Murphy by the doorway and headed over to him.
"Let's get out of here ..." He said pushing through the door and walking past Murphy.
Murphy nodded, heading out after Oswald, watching his face for some hint of how things had gone. Whatever Gertrud had said up there, it clearly had upset him. "So… If we're not actually working tonight, where are we really going?"
"I don't care, I just don't want to stay here." He said as he headed down the street, the apartment's main door clicking shut loudly behind them.
"Okay," said Murphy, his long strides quickly catching up with Oswald to walk along beside him. After a moment, he said: "I think I should start looking for my own place. As much as I like living with you … we can't keep running the risk that your mom will walk in on us like that again. That … was already far too close." And that was on a night when they'd thought she'd be out longer at her sister's. It hadn't seemed foolish or ill-thought-out at all; they'd had every reason to think they'd be alone all evening. "Do you know …" he paused, and glanced apprehensively over at Oswald's face as they walked, before continuing. "Do you know how much she suspects? Somehow, I kind of doubt she was just that pissed off about skateboarding."
Granted, with Gertrud, he supposed that was possible. But as blind as she could be where her son was concerned, Murphy had never gotten the impression that she was stupid. If she hadn't put two and two together yet, she would soon.
"She knows ... She's in denial and I did nothing to confirm her suspicions but ... She knows." He said shoving his hands in his pants pockets. "I don't want to think about it ... I just want to go somewhere for tonight." He said not wanting to think about his mother or Murphy leaving.
"Okay," Murphy said gently. He had other questions he wanted to ask, but held his tongue. If Oswald didn't want to talk about it right now, that was fine. He probably had a lot to think through. At least as long as Gertrud was in denial, there was no reason why this should cause conflict between Oswald and his mother. That was the last thing Murphy wanted to do. "We could always go find a motel and finish what we started," he said half-jokingly. He didn't know if Oswald was in the mood anymore, but it could certainly take his mind off of things.
Oswald paused and looked at Murphy. "Really?" He asked rolling his eyes and walking further down the street. He wasn't annoyed with Murphy, he was just ... Confused. Perhaps staying away the night would do him some good though ... Give him time to think.
"Well, we could," Murphy shrugged. "It was just an idea. We could find something else to do if you want." Either way, though, he would really like to be alone with Oswald again, at least to talk. Oswald still seemed upset, and Murphy badly wanted to hold him, but if he did that in public, he'd run the risk that some passerby who saw might cause them trouble for it… which Oswald definitely didn't need right now.
"I want to stay somewhere tonight." Oswald said. "I think there's a motel a few blocks up ..." Oswald said, not sounding too happy at the moment.
"Alright," Murphy agreed, walking along with Oswald in the direction he'd indicated. He wondered if Oswald would actually be willing to talk to him about what was bothering him when they got there, or if he'd just opt to think things through on his own without telling him what was on his mind. Of course Oswald should handle this however he wanted to, but… Murphy wanted to help. And he felt like a lot of what was bothering Oswald was probably his fault… Just how much unnecessary complication had he brought into Oswald's life?
Halfway to the motel Oswald moved closer to Murphy and took his hand in his. It was dark enough outside that he doubted anyone would see them on such a deserted street, and to be honest he really didn't care. He pulled Murphy's arm around him, walking close beside him.
Murphy glanced over at Oswald, surprised when Oswald took his hand and pulled his arm around him. But it didn't look like there was anyone on this street to bother them anyway. Murphy smiled quietly at the affectionate gesture, and contentedly wrapped his arm around him, holding Oswald close to his side as they walked along. He wished they could walk together like this all the time and not have to worry. Why should anyone think it was their business, anyway?
Oswald felt slightly safer, but still upset about what had happened. Once they reached the motel Oswald stepped away from Murphy and stepped through the creaky, metal framed, glass door. It wasn't the best of establishments, but it was short notice, and the only one within walking distance.
"Can we get a room please?" Oswald asked. The man eyed them up, running a hand over his chin.
"We only gah the one room left." The man said still looking back and forth between the two of them.
"We'll take it." Oswald said pulling out his wallet.
"We only got the one, it ain't got two beds. Just a queen size." He said emphasizing the word 'queen.'
"Duly noted," said Murphy, crossing his arms and steadily looking back at the man across the counter. "But if it's all you've got, then it'll just have to do." He only allowed a little irritation to creep into his tone, and pretended not to notice what the man was clearly implying. He could think whatever he wanted to, but Murphy doubted the man would turn away paying customers, regardless of his opinion of them.
"We don't allow your kind in here ..." The man said glaring right back at Murphy. "Find somewhere else." He said stepping away from the counter.
"What 'kind,' exactly?" Murphy said, his tone forcibly even. "People who pay cash instead of credit?" Apparently bigotry took precedence over greed after all. He shook his head and turned to Oswald. "Let's go," he sighed. Before Murphy gave into the urge to do something stupid, like punch this asshole in the face.
The man turned to confront Murphy when Oswald slipped a hundred dollar bill through the slot dividing them from the man. "I'm sure this is more than enough to cover whatever room you have left. Though I suppose I could report this to our boss ... You may know her ... Fish Mooney. She works for-"
"Falcone." The man finished for him. Oswald pursed his lips and nodded.
"Yeah ... See we have some business to discuss tonight, and we need a space to work. I'm sure you can understand."
The man behind the counter glanced down at the 100, then gave Oswald a scrutinizing look, before taking the money and sliding a couple of room keys back through the slot. "Yes, I understand," he said. "Sorry for the mistake. You're in room 206. Enjoy your stay."
Despite the man's unamused tone Oswald took the keys and smiled. "Thank you." He said heading towards the stairs to the second floor. Once they reached the top he looked at Murphy. "Someone's testy today." He said as they approached room 206. He slipped the key into the door and twisted it open.
Murphy also managed to force a polite smile before following Oswald up to the room. "Sorry," Murphy sighed as they reached the room. "I just have very limited patience for guys like that. Tact kind of goes out the window." He glanced over at Oswald, then said: "But you handled that quite masterfully… even if there's no way a room in this place is worth a hundred dollars." And he couldn't help wondering what Mooney would do if she heard Oswald had been dropping her name around just so he and Murphy could get a motel room together.
Oswald closed the door behind them and and immediately flopped down onto the bed. "I don't care, I just didn't want to walk another fourteen blocks to the next one." He said taking the pin out of his cross tie.
"Fair enough," Murphy said. He sat on the bed next to Oswald, and looked down at him, concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked, running his fingers lightly through Oswald's hair.
"Yes." Oswald said looking up at him. "No ... I don't know." He said sitting up on the end of the bed. "I'm just ..." He threw his lands lazily up in the air. "I don't know."
Murphy was quiet for a moment, then said: "You're worried about what your mom thinks, right? About how long she'll be able to stay in denial, and whether you'll be able to make her understand this." The situation wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. But Oswald still had a lot of other uncertainties left to work through as well.
"I don't even know what this is!" Oswald said standing up and pacing the short length of the small room.
"I know," Murphy said quietly, watching Oswald pace. "And it's not fair that you have to worry about how to justify it to someone else when you haven't even figured it all out for yourself. But do you…" Murphy hesitated; he didn't want to push Oswald for answers he might not have yet. He didn't want to pressure him into anything. But he wanted so badly to know. "Do you… maybe know what you would want this to be?"
Oswald stopped pacing and was silent before he sat down on the bed again, pulling his legs up under him. "I don't know ... I don't know what I want, I don't know what to do I just ..." He sighed and rested his forehead against his knees. "I don't know ... I'm just so confused ... I like you Murphy I do but ... I don't know what I want from this. It ..." He looked back up, but not at Murphy. "I'm scared."
Murphy turned toward Oswald and put a hand on his shoulder. "What are you scared of?" he asked. He hated how upset Oswald was, and he wanted to help… but what if he was the problem? Oswald had seemed so alone when they'd met, and Murphy had wanted to change that, but… his life had also probably been a lot less complicated.
"All of this ... My mom rejecting me ... You hurting me ... Everyone winds up hurting me ... I'm scared of going any farther with you because I don't want you to hurt me but ..." Oswald stared down at his shoes, hesitating on continuing. "I'm already hurting myself not going further with this ..."
"I would never hurt you," Murphy blurted out before he could stop himself, then sighed. "And… I know that just saying that doesn't change anything, and I'm still not sure if you really understand how much I care about you, much less believe it, but …" he laid a hand on Oswald's knee, the other still resting on his shoulder. "I'd be willing to prove it to you over and over again, for as long as it takes until you're not scared anymore. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to. And…" he paused, thinking of how to word this. "I agree that your mom probably won't be able to accept this for a long time. She'll reject the idea of you being with a man, but … she won't reject you. She really loves you; she's not going to turn her back on you, even if you do things she doesn't approve of."
Oswald looked up at him, tears pricking his eyes. "You already had hurt me Murphy ... Don't promise something you can't keep your word on."
Looking back into Oswald's eyes, Murphy felt a sharp pang of guilt. "You're right," he said in barely more than a whisper. "I'm sorry." At the time, he'd been so scared to tell the truth. He'd done everything he could think of since then to reassure Oswald that it wouldn't happen again, but… the damage had already been done. Oswald had already forgiven him, but he would never forget. "But… I still stand by my other promise. That I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to."
Oswald looked down, a few tears falling down his cheeks. He felt so confused ... Taking this further would show trust ... But he didn't trust Murphy not to hurt him again ...
Seeing tears run down Oswald's face, Murphy pulled him close into a tight hug. He didn't know if this was helping at all. As confused as Oswald was, it might be the opposite of what he needed. But Murphy didn't know what else to do. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. He wanted so badly to fix everything, to make everything alright, but he wasn't sure that was even possible.
Oswald wasn't sure why but Murphy's words seemed to set him off. His entire body jerked as he gasped before he broke down crying, his entire body stiff. He hated how weak he was. Was he being dramatic? Was he being stupid? The more he thought about how ridiculous he was being the harder he cried.
Murphy just held Oswald tighter as he cried, one hand running soothingly through the back of Oswald's hair. He couldn't think of anything else to say right now that would be remotely helpful. What could he possibly say that wouldn't just confuse him even more? What reassurance could he give that Oswald could really trust? He wasn't even sure holding him was the right thing to do, but Oswald hadn't tried to pull away yet, and he didn't want to let go. Murphy was shaking slightly. What if Oswald decided that the best and safest solution was to just end this? Murphy didn't know if he could handle that. Just those five weeks when Oswald wouldn't talk to him had been painful enough.
Oswald finally calmed down, what had to be at least a half hour later and realized that it wasn't him that was shaking. It was Murphy. He wiped the tears from his face and looked up at Murphy. "Why are you shaking?" He asked.
"Nothing," Murphy shook his head. "I'm fine." As if that were going to fool anyone. He sighed. "It's just… I hate that I've caused you to be this upset, and… Do you think…" He didn't want to finish that thought.
Oswald pulled away from him slightly. "Do I think what?"
"Do you think," Murphy said quietly, looking down at the generic motel bedspread. "That you might be better off without me?"
Oswald looked at him surprised. Was Murphy trying to put this over on him? Give him a chance to walk away without it being Murphys call? But ... He'd said he wanted to be with him ...
"I ..." Oswald hesitated not sure what Murphy wanted. "No."
Murphy looked back at him, visibly relieved, though his eyes looked as if he might have been blinking back tears a moment before. "Really?" he asked, watching Oswald's face, needing to be sure. "Even though everything's confusing? Even though you still can't trust me?"
"What happens if we make this more than it is? ... What happens if ... If I say yes to being your boyfriend?" He asked.
Murphy took Oswald's hand in his. "Then I would do everything I could think of to make sure that you were glad you did," he said. "And that I wouldn't let you down."
Oswald sighed and leaned forward kissing Murphy on the lips. "Okay." Oswald said as if he were giving in.
Murphy looked back at Oswald wide-eyed after Oswald had kissed him. "Really?" He paused, trying to reign in his hopes before they got too high. "Do you mean okay as in 'okay that's what would happen,' or okay as in… yes?"
Oswald took a shaky breath. "I mean ... Yes ... I'll be your boyfriend." He said hating how juvenile that sounded, but he supposed that made them official either way.
Murphy broke into a big ecstatically happy grin, before he threw his arms around Oswald and kissed him.
Oswald moaned against the kiss before pulling back. "Ow ... Oww ... Murphy!" He said as if he were in pain. "You're killing me! Ow!" He said rolling onto his side. "You said you'd never hurt me Murphy!" He said accusingly.
For a brief moment, Murphy looked at Oswald with bewildered concern as he pulled away, but quickly realized that he was messing around. "What have I done?" he said, leaning over Oswald and kissing lightly down his neck. "How can I make it up to you?"
Oswald smirked as he grabbed onto the corner of the pillow at the head of the bed. He pulled it down by the pillowcase and smiled as he swung it up, straight into Murphy's face with a rather loud 'boof'. Oswald burst out laughing as he rolled away from Murphy.
"Hey!" Murphy laughed as the pillow knocked him back. "I thought we were having a tender moment here." He grabbed the other pillow and swung it at Oswald's face in retaliation. "Way to ruin it with your unwarranted pillow warfare!"
"Warfare?!" Oswald asked. "It's only war if you retaliate!" Oswald said picking up the pillow and swinging at him. "Besides ... I think I've had enough thinking ... I need some fun!"
Murphy blocked Oswald's swing with his pillow and swung back at him. "Fine, but don't think I'll go easy on you just because we're officially dating now."
"I thought that's why you went for men ..." He said laughing as he jumped onto the bed and hopped down to the floor on the other side. "Come on, you can do better than that." He said picking up a small flimsy pillow from a chair nearby and chucked it across the room at him.
"A comment could be made about throwing like a girl," Murphy laughed, picking up the flimsy pillow Oswald had just thrown at him and flinging it back, before lunging across the bed and swinging hard at him with the larger pillow.
Oswald ducked, the pillow swishing over his head so closely he felt his hair move, and he brought his own pillow back before swinging it into Murphy's torso.
The pillow hit with a loud thud, and Murphy fell backwards onto the bed, grabbing at Oswald's pillow and pulling it out of his hands as he went down, so that it couldn't be used against him again.
"Hey that's cheating." He said as he was tugged forward, the pillow ripped from his hands. He fell forwards landing on top of Murphy as he climbed up over him to try to reach the pillow.
"Oh, and climbing on me isn't!?" Murphy retorted, keeping a firm grip on the pillow and doing his best to hold it out of Oswald's reach… which was not an easy task with Oswald on top of him. "Just because I'm taller than you doesn't mean I'm a jungle-gym." He tried to shove Oswald off of him… but that too was a little more difficult than usual while trying to keep ahold of both his pillow and Oswald's.
Oswald reached his hand down, unable to reach the pillow there was only one thing he could fall back on. Tickling.
He ran his fingers up Murphy's side, wondering if he was even ticklish.
Murphy flinched, trying to twist away from Oswald's fingers. "Hey!" he protested, laughing involuntarily. "That is definitely cheating!" He swung the pillow at Oswald's face in self-defense.
Oswald grabbed the pillow as it swung at him and climbed off the bed running to the foot. "It's mine now!"
Murphy burst out laughing at just how immature Oswald was being. He'd never seen him act this way before. But whatever worked to take his mind off of things. "Not for long, it isn't!" Murphy went after him with the other pillow, swinging at him over and over again relentlessly.
"No! You won't get it back!" Oswald said turning his back to him and hugging his pillow, laughing as the pillow hit his back.
"The maturity level in this room has officially gone down to zero…" Murphy said, shaking his head. "Now give me that pillow!" He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Oswald and pulling him close, while trying to pry his hands off of the pillow.
Oswald laughed as he pressed back into Murphy, clutching the pillow harder, unintentionally pushing back into him.
As Oswald pushed back into him, Murphy was forced to take a step backwards for balance, only to back right into the foot of the bed and send them toppling over backwards. He managed to keep a firm hold on Oswald as they both fell onto the bed. Murphy grabbed the pillow out of Oswald's hands and threw it away from them, before taking ahold of Oswald's wrists and pinning him down on the bed. "I win," he smirked.
Oswald looked up at him as he pinned his wrists beside his head. "Cheater." Oswald panted as Murphy laid between his legs.
"Hey, at least I didn't resort to such underhanded tactics as tickling," Murphy pointed out, before leaning in and kissing him.
Oswald laughed slightly kissing Murphy back, gently tugging at Murphy's hands to pull his wrists away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. In a way he didn't want Murphy to let him go.
As he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Oswald's mouth, Murphy felt Oswald's wrists pulling slightly against him. He didn't seem to be trying particularly hard, and he was kissing him back ... But just in case, Murphy loosened his grip just enough that Oswald would be able to pull himself free if he really wanted to. He felt his cock start to stiffen in his pants. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at Oswald, hardly able to believe that he'd said yes, that he was willing to take a chance on a relationship with him. "But I can't let you keep up these unwarranted acts of pillow aggression," he said, nipping playfully at his ear. "So what should I do with you?"
Oswald smirked and rolled his hips up against Murphy's, his cock rubbing against his through the material of their pants. "You did say you had a few ideas ..." Oswald said with a grin.
Murphy smiled down at him. "So I do," he said, his hands moving from Oswald's wrists, down his arms, then trailing down his sides until he reached his belt. He leaned in to kiss him again, while undoing Oswald's belt and unfastening the front of his pants, reaching in to pull out Oswald's cock and stroking at it slowly.
Oswald moaned as he rolled his hips up against Murphy's hand. He leaned up and gave Murphy a quick peck. "I love it when you touch me."
Murphy continued stroking at Oswald's cock, kissing lightly down his neck. "That works out nicely," he said. "Since I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." His free hand tugged at Oswald's pants, pulling them down his hips. "I don't think you'll be needing these the rest of the evening."
Oswald helped Murphy pull his pants off, wiggling a bit to help him until his pants were around his knees and he pulled Murphy down to him, his tongue slipping into his mouth.
Murphy moaned into the kiss, his mouth working against Oswald's as he slipped his tongue inside. He undid the front of his pants and pulled out his hardened cock, rubbing it against Oswald's as he rolled his hips forward, his hands running down Oswald's sides.
Oswald pushed Murphy back until he was able to sit up and pulled his jacket off, uncaring as he tossed it onto the floor. He'd worry about it later.
He moved his hand grasping onto Murphy's cock stroking it gently. "Murphy ... I ... I want ..." He panted his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Yes?" Murphy asked, running a hand through Oswald's hair. It really was adorable when he blushed like that. "Tell me what you want."
Oswald bit his lip a moment before he wiggled down on the bed between Murphy's legs until his head was directly under Murphy's cock. He kissed the base of it, glancing up at Murphy.
"Oh," Murphy sighed in pleasure as Oswald kissed the base of his cock. He loved how quickly Oswald could go from timid to bold."Yes, please," he murmured.
Oswald smirked at how polite Murphy was ... He'd have to do something about that. He loved it when Murphy lost control, and this politeness just wouldn't do.
Oswald licked up the underside from base to tip before taking the tip into his mouth, sucking on the head, his tongue running circles around the slit before delving into it, tasting precum on his tongue.
Murphy gasped as Oswald licked up the underside of his cock. He closed his eyes, a low moan escaping his lips as Oswald took the head into his mouth. "God, that feels amazing, Oswald," he whispered, reaching down and running his fingers through Oswald's hair.
Oswald's hands moved up to Murphy's clothed thighs as he sucked on him, his head bobbing up and down on Murphy's cock, gagging slightly when he went too far but the more he did this the more he got used to it, and the more he liked it.
Murphy began to move his hips slightly in time with Oswald's sucking, still trying to refrain from moving too much, for fear of making things difficult for Oswald. He opened his eyes again and looked down to see if Oswald seemed alright, his cock disappearing into Oswald's mouth over and over again.
Oswald moaned around his cock as he started moving his hips against him, his belt jingling next to his head with each slight movement. He ran his hands up and squeezed Murphy's cheeks through his pants sucking on him harder before laying his head back against the bed, his cock leaving his mouth with a soft pop.
"If you want it ... You'll have to come get it." Oswald smirked, his hand going down to his own cock and stroking himself lightly.
Murphy groaned in protest as his cock abruptly left Oswald's mouth. He looked down at Oswald's smirking face, a little surprised. "I can do that," he said, placing a hand under Oswald's chin and tilting his face up toward his cock. "When did you get so demanding though, hmm?"
"When you got me hard and I decided I want your dick in my mouth." Oswald said leaning forward and teasing his cock with his tongue again before resting his head back on the bed again.
Murphy's hips moved forward slightly as Oswald licked teasingly at his cock. "You're kind of evil, you know that?" he said. He tugged lightly at Oswald's hair.
"You're the one hesitating." Oswald said licking him again, enticing him to go into his mouth.
"Because I'm also slightly evil," he admitted, before giving in and thrusting his cock into Oswald's mouth. He couldn't have resisted much longer, not with Oswald's tongue driving him mad like that, anyway. But he'd at least managed a valiant effort at self-control, rather than immediately following Oswald's demand.
Oswald moaned as Murphy plunged his cock into his mouth, his hands groping Murphy's ass as he sucked on his cock. He loved it when Murphy did this.
Murphy continued thrusting in and out of Oswald's mouth, pulling at his hair, bringing him further up his shaft. At this point, he would just have to trust Oswald to stop him if it was too much… though the way he was grabbing at his ass, Murphy could reasonably assume he was still more than alright with this.
After a few moments Oswald turned his head to the side, Murphy's cock slipping from his mouth. He stroked his cock with his hand as he caught his breath before turning back to him and taking it back into his mouth.
Murphy moaned as Oswald took him back into his mouth, driving his cock in and out at a quickening pace, thrusting over and over again as Oswald sucked, already feeling his orgasm building. "Oswald," Murphy gasped, while he still had just enough presence of mind to get the words out. "I-I'm going to cum." If Oswald wanted to pull away, now would be the time.
Oswald gagged on Murphy's cock as he fucked his mouth, his belt jingling more with each quickened thrust. He barely heard Murphy say he was going to cum, and pulled his pants down further. He ran two fingers down the crack of Murphy's ass before pressing between his cheeks and rubbing against his puckered hole.
Murphy shivered and let out a low moan as Oswald's fingers ran down his crack, the sensation of Oswald's fingers rubbing against his hole sending him over the edge, and his hands clenched in Oswald's hair as he thrust forward hard into his mouth, gasping out Oswald's name as he came.
Oswald gagged hard on his cock, unable to even taste his cum as he shot straight down his throat. Oswald gripped onto Murphy's pants as his head was pushed into the mattress with Murphy's hips. He teared up as Murphy started pulling back, a bit of cum spurting out onto his tongue as Murphy shallowly moved it in and out of his mouth riding out his orgasm.
Once Murphy had finished, the last of his shallow thrusts subsiding, he carefully pulled off of Oswald, moving over to the side, still panting, trying to catch his breath. "You alright?" he asked, looking down at him. Even though Oswald seemed to enjoy making him lose control like that, Murphy still couldn't help being a little concerned out of habit.
Oswald coughed as he caught his breath. "Yes." He said his hand still lazily moving over his own unbelievably hard erection.
"Apparently," Murphy said, smirking down at Oswald's erection. He leaned in and kissed him, his hand trailing down to stroke slowly at Oswald's cock. "So, how would you like me to take care of that for you? Because I can think of a few options you might like."
Oswald let go of his cock as Murphy grasped him and he shifted his hips up against his hand. "God Murphy ..." He panted. "I don't care just make me cum, please."
"Of course," Murphy said. Poor Oswald had held out so long already. "But would you be interested in trying anal tonight? You were groping my ass pretty enthusiastically earlier." He watched Oswald's face for any indication of how comfortable he was with the idea right now. Then again, it was possible that he didn't currently have the patience to try anything new.
"I ..." Oswald paused shivering slightly with nerves. "I don't think ... I mean I-I-I don't ..." He turned red in the face at his sudden nerves. "I wouldn't know what to do ... I don't want to hurt you." He said still not understanding how that could be pleasurable.
"You're not going to hurt me," Murphy reassured him, running a hand soothingly through Oswald's hair. "And I'd talk you through it. If you're not up for it, that's okay. But you really don't have to worry about me."
Oswald shook nervously. "O-okay." He said moving up slightly on the bed.
Murphy reached over to his coat pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant that he'd recently purchased in case they happened to need it when he was away from his gym bag. Admittedly, he'd been rather hopeful this afternoon. He removed the cap and squeezed some onto his hand and rubbed it gently over Oswald's cock.
"So it'll go in more easily," he said, though Oswald probably remembered the concept from when he'd fingered him. But reminding him of that precaution might ease his worrying just a little. He was still trembling from nervousness. Hopefully, that would change once they created some more positive memories… But he probably couldn't expect Oswald to take charge much just yet.
Oswald moaned as Murphy rubbed lube over his aching shaft, his head resting against the bed as he shifted his hips. He nodded at what Murphy said though it did little to ease his nerves. Still ... He wanted to cum so badly and he was curious to what this felt like.
Satisfied that he'd applied enough lube to Oswald's shaft, Murphy looked down at him. He still looked so nervous about this. Better to keep this as low-pressure for Oswald as possible. As much as he'd like to see Oswald take control, right now it was more important to give him confidence that he wasn't going to accidentally hurt him. He straddled Oswald's hips. "This position should be easiest for you; there's pretty much no way you can hurt me, okay?" he reassured him again, before he lowered himself onto Oswald's cock, taking it in his hand and angling it toward his hole, the head slipping inside, before he gradually began to work his way further down the shaft.
Oswald's mouth opened in a silent moan and his hands moved as if he didn't know where to put them a moment before he gripped the sheets. Murphy was tight and hot around the head of his shaft, it felt so good. "Murphy ..." He moaned, his eyes closed with pleasure.
Murphy smiled slightly at Oswald's reaction, and continued to work his way further and further down Oswald's shaft, a low moan escaping him as he did. It had been so long, and he had to take it slow at first, since he was a little tight, but that only made the feeling of Oswald's cock pushing up inside him more intense.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Oswald asked as Murphy moaned. Oswald couldn't tell if it was a painful or pleasured moan, but the look on his face it seemed pleasant. Could it really feel that good? He looked down to where Murphy was pushing down farther and farther onto his cock. He knew he wasn't big by any standards, but Murphy seemed impossibly stretched around him. At least in Oswald's opinion.
Murphy shook his head. "Not at all," he said honestly, reaching down and running a hand through Oswald's hair. "I've been wanting to do this with you for awhile now." He continued to move further down Oswald's cock until he had taken him inside completely, moaning again as he felt Oswald's hips against his cheeks. He began to gradually increase the pace as he rode up and down Oswald's shaft, loving the feeling of Oswald's hard cock sliding in and out of him.
Oswald's nerves started fading with each stroke and within moments he was panting, thrusting up into him. "God Murphy ..." He panted. "Please ... Faster ..."
Murphy nodded. He quickly picked up the pace, moving up and down Oswald's cock, driving the shaft inside himself harder and faster. "Y-you know," he gasped breathlessly. "You could control the pace if you topped me." He couldn't help suggesting it. Oswald didn't seem at all nervous now, and Murphy wanted so badly for Oswald to fuck him.
Oswald looked up at him nervously, but he wasn't hurting him and Murphy did seem to want this ... And he had to admit he wanted nothing more than to comply, but ... Could he?
He sat up, placing his hand on Murphy's chest pushing him back off of his cock. "G-" He paused and cleared his throat. "Then get on your hands on knees." He said though it was more meek than commanding.
Murphy looked back at Oswald, surprised as he pushed him away, then broke into a huge grin. Though Oswald's tone seemed far too timid to be really commanding, Murphy liked the direction things were going. "Gladly," he said, pulling off of Oswald and going to his hands and knees, obeying his words while ignoring the lack of confidence in his voice. Murphy glanced over his shoulder at him. "Go on, then," he said.
Oswald was surprised by how quickly Murphy complied. Did he like being told what to do? Oswald got behind him and shook again with nerves.
"Are you sure about this?" Oswald asked staring down at Murphy's ass.
"Completely," said Murphy, pressing his ass against Oswald's hardened cock. "What was it you said to me earlier? If you want it, you'll have to come get it?"
Oswald smirked as he mounted him, pressing his cock against his puckered hole and started pushing back into him, using his hand to guide himself until he was nearly all the way in. He took his hand away and braced himself on the bed on either side of Murphy pressing the rest of the way in.
Murphy moaned and pushed back against him as Oswald's cock pressed all the way inside him, loving the way it felt.
Oswald moved slowly, almost cautiously in and out of Murphy, still scared he'd hurt him even though Murphy had been riding him faster. "Is this ... Is this okay?" Oswald asked unsure of himself.
Murphy nodded, pushing against him more as Oswald cautiously slid inside him, as if trying to drive him in harder. "Yes," he said, a little breathlessly. "Just… please, Oswald, go faster." He knew Oswald wanted to. As much as he appreciated Oswald's concern about hurting him, he really wanted to see Oswald gain more confidence.
"Tell me to stop if I'm hurting you, or if you don't like it." Hurting Murphy wasn't his only concern. This was technically the first time he'd had sex before and probably wouldn't be that good. But despite that he leaned over Murphy and started thrusting into him faster, his hips hitting Murphy's cheeks with each thrust. "You feel so good Murphy." Oswald moaned as he moved over him.
Murphy gasped as Oswald's cock thrust into him faster, and pushed back against him with each thrust, driving him as far in as possible. He shivered slightly as he heard Oswald moan, his own cock already starting to harden again. "God, Oswald, you're amazing," Murphy murmured. If Oswald knew what this was doing to him, any nervousness that was left wouldn't stand a chance.
With each thrust Oswald could feel his orgasm building closer and closer. "Murphy ... I-I-I ... I'm not going to ... To last much longer." He said panting as he started thrusting harder and faster into him.
Murphy moaned, still pushing against him in time to each thrust, as hard and fast as Oswald was, putting his whole body into the movement, his hands gripping the sheets.
With how warm and tight Murphy was around his shaft Oswald could feel himself on the brink, knew he would cum any second now. But this felt so good he didn't want it to end. He placed his hands on Murphy's shoulders pushing him into the bed as he fucked him harder, seeking out his own orgasm.
"Murphy I'm going to cum." He panted as he thrust in and out of him.
As Oswald pushed him down into the mattress, Murphy continued to move against him, his cock rubbing against the soft sheets as Oswald fucked him. "Go ahead," Murphy answered breathlessly. "I want you to cum hard inside me." The words had slipped out… He hoped that nothing he'd just said was triggering to Oswald; hopefully, it wouldn't be an issue while Oswald was on top, but after the last time it had happened, Murphy had been so careful.
Oswald stiffened as he came, shuddering as his body was wracked with pleasure. He panted in Murphy's ear as he spilled inside of him.
Murphy still pushed back against him as he felt Oswald shudder, breathing hard, heart pounding, clutching the sheets as he felt Oswald's orgasm spill over.
Oswald stilled as he felt his orgasm ease and then stop. He relaxed against Murphy, laying against his back, his cock softening inside of him as he kissed Murphy's back.
"That felt so good." He whispered, trying to catch his breath.
Murphy relaxed under him, resting, content to let Oswald lay on top of him for as long as he wanted. He smiled when Oswald kissed his back. "I'm glad," he said. He'd really, really wanted this to be a good experience for Oswald. "Something you wouldn't mind doing again, I take it?"
"Mmmm I'd do that any time you want me to." Oswald said kissing his back again before rolling off of Murphy onto the bed.
"I'll hold you to that," Murphy smirked, rolling over onto his side to look at Oswald before leaning in and kissing him.
Despite all the worries that still hung on the horizon, this had turned out to be a pretty good evening. There was still no doubt that Murphy was going to need to get his own apartment, and he knew that Oswald wouldn't risk upsetting Gertrud by moving out with him anytime soon… But he was fairly certain that Oswald would visit him every chance he got.
Oswald yawned tiredly and glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Despite his late hours at the club he found he started to grow tired around eleven or so, and fought through the end of his shifts.
"Bed time?" Oswald asked through another yawn.
Murphy nodded. "Definitely," he agreed. It would be nice to go to sleep at a reasonable hour for once. And they'd both tired themselves out enough that he knew they'd sleep well tonight. He sat up and retrieved the two pillows from where they'd ended up during the course of their earlier pillow fight, then tossed one over to Oswald.