Oswald sighed as he sat back on Murphy's newly purchased couch. Things had gone pretty well over the past couple of weeks and his bottom had healed enough he could now sit without much pain. That hadn't stopped Miss. Mooney from getting him to sit down at every opportunity while it was healing though.
He looked around the small apartment, looking at the things Murphy had bought in the past few days since their last pay cheque. It was still rather empty but at least it had some stuff in it.
He rubbed his hands over his legs, having worked a full eight hour shift on his feet, his legs were sore.
It was storming outside by the time Murphy's shift was over, the rain coming down in sheets. Almost half an hour after Murphy's shift was up, significantly longer than it normally took for him to walk home, Oswald heard approaching footsteps in the hall and Murphy's key in the door, his voice recognizable on the other side as if he were talking quietly to one of the neighbors.
"Hey," he smiled, seeing Oswald waiting there on the couch. His hair was dripping from the rain, and he seemed to be cradling something in his coat. "So … I found this little guy out in the rain," he said, hanging his coat over a kitchen chair to dry and walking over holding a shivering, wide-eyed cat in his arms. "I think I'll keep him."
It was a young cat, barely out of kittenhood, though it looked more scrawny from malnourishment than from youth. It was a scruffy little creature. Its left ear was slightly torn, as if something had attacked it awhile ago and it had healed that way, and its gray and black striped fur was damp from the rain. It glanced around uncertainly at its new surroundings, then looked up at Murphy and meowed.
Oswald sneered at the tiny thing in Murphy's hand. "Why would you want to keep ... That ... Thing?"
"Hey," said Murphy protectively. "If you had a pet, I wouldn't call it 'That Thing.' Anyway, what was I supposed to do? Leave him behind the dumpster where I found him? It's like the biblical Great Flood out there, and he was all alone and scared and miserable … and then he just came over and looked at me," he said, as if that explained everything. "Like you would honestly be able to say no to that face either."
"I could easily say no to that face, keep it away from me." He said his nose already itching despite the fact that it was nowhere near him.
"What?" said Murphy, setting the cat on the floor and going to find a towel to dry off its damp fur. "You don't like cats?"
The cat, meanwhile, looked curiously over at Oswald for a moment, before padding over, leaping onto the couch, and rubbing against him for no discernable reason.
Oswald pushed it off the couch, the cat landing on the floor and looking at him annoyed before jumping back up. "No, I don't like cats ..." He said pushing it down again. "They make my eyes burn and my nose itch and GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FESTERING PAIN!" He said as it jumped right into his lap. He knocked it down again a lot less gently than the first few times.
The cat looked stunned for a moment, then hissed and slunk off, giving Oswald an indignant look as it crawled under the table, mewing pitifully.
"That's called allergies, Oswald," said Murphy, returning with a towel. "We can get you allergy pills for that." He looked from Oswald on the couch, to the cat under the table. "What did you do to him?"
"He's an asshole, how should I know why he's acting like that?" He said crossing his arms over his chest.
Murphy shook his head, and scooped up the cat from under the table, drying off its fur with the towel. The cat settled against him, purring. "It's okay, Festering Pain," Murphy said, scratching behind its ears. "He's like that with everyone. It's not personal." He looked up at Oswald. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know you were allergic. I'll try to keep him away from you, until I can get you some allergy pills. You don't need cat hair on any of your good suits anyway."
"Mmm." Oswald grumbled. "I don't know why you want to keep that thing anyway. Pets are dirty and expensive."
"So are people," Murphy said, unfazed. He hadn't exactly expected Oswald to be a pet enthusiast anyway. "But cats are relatively clean animals, and I doubt he'll be that expensive. He doesn't look like he eats much. You'll barely notice he's here."
"Somehow I doubt that." He said still glowering at Murphy. "Just you wait, you'll fall in love with it, then something will happen and you'll have to take him to the vet and wind up spending thousands of dollars on a thing you don't need."
"At which point I'm sure you'll say 'I told you so,'" Murphy sighed, going to the kitchen to find something to feed the creature in question. "In the meantime, I don't mind taking responsibility for something that makes me happy."
"I thought I make you happy." He said glancing into the kitchen. He already hated the stupid thing...
Murphy stopped what he was doing and turned to look back at Oswald. "Of course you do," he said, a little surprised. "You're not seriously jealous of a cat, are you?"
"Why would I be jealous of a cat? It's just a waste of time and energ-" he paused before sneezing. "Not to mention it makes me sick!"
"That's what allergy pills are for," said Murphy, finding some tuna in the pantry. "And it's not your time and energy, so what do you care? Anyway, what else am I supposed to do, put him back where I found him?"
"That's a swell idea! Go do that! In fact if you like I'll do it for you!" Oswald said sounding a bit more chipper about that.
"No one's putting him back," Murphy said, a reproachful look in his eyes. "Don't even think about it."
"Fine. I should head home anyway ... Mother will be worried." He said standing up and stretching. He had been planning on staying but if that thing was here, he didn't want to spend the night sniffling and sneezing.
"Oh," Murphy said, disappointed. "If … if you have to. But … I promise I wouldn't let him near you again tonight, now that I know you're allergic. Even if having a cat around bothers you, I'm sure I can make it up to you."
"The dander is now in the apartment and all over you ..." Oswald said. "You can keep it in another room all you want, it would still bother me." He said quietly, disappointed himself that he had to leave.
"I think the corner store's still open," Murphy said. "We could go get allergy pills right now if it's that urgent … Though I'd understand if you'd still rather go home." Even if Oswald did go home, the allergy pills were probably a good idea, since he'd already been exposed to the cat dander. The last thing Murphy wanted to do was cause Oswald to get sick.
Oswald sighed. "You're not going to get rid of the sodding thing are you?" He asked half annoyed half defeated.
Murphy looked down at the scruffy, wide-eyed cat in his arms, then looked back up at Oswald and shook his head. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not getting rid of him." And he wished Oswald understood why.
Oswald sighed again. "Fine. I'll go to the bloody store if you come with me. But you're paying for the damn things!"
"Deal," said Murphy, putting the cat back down on the floor. "It's only fair, since I'm the one who brought him here."
"You do have a habit of taking in stray animals don't you? First a penguin now a cat ... You going to take in a bat next?" He asked with a slight smirk.
Murphy chuckled slightly and shook his head. "I'm pretty sure my landlord would draw the line at bats. For future reference, though, I don't suppose you're allergic to those too?"
He set down a plate on the floor. The cat eyed it timidly for a moment, as if expecting some kind of trap, before approaching the plate and, discovering no danger, started nibbling at the tuna. Murphy picked up his coat and headed toward the door.
"It's going to claw up all your new furniture, I hope you know that." Oswald said following him out of the apartment. "Do you even know anything about cats? They're low maintenance as far as pets go but they still take work to take care of."
"I know," said Murphy cheerfully as they made their way out of the apartment, carefully closing the door behind them. "Shockingly, I think I can handle a little hard work."
Oswald shook his head. "You're a lunatic you know that?" He said reaching the bottom of the stairs and going out the glass doors. "Where's this store of yours?"
"It's this way, just down the street," said Murphy, leading the way. The rain had let up for the most part now, but it was still pretty chilly out here. "Anyway, you've never complained about my lunacy before."
"Yes well your lunacy never made me sick!" He complained again, this time pouting as they walked down the street.
Murphy shook his head, at first unable to help smiling slightly at Oswald's pouting. But he was right, of course. It wouldn't do to negatively impact Oswald's health. If the allergy pills didn't work, Murphy was going to have to find the cat another home. He hoped it didn't come to that; the only people he knew were from work, and he wouldn't trust most of them to be responsible with an innocent animal's life. And he sure as hell didn't trust the under-funded animal shelters around here either. Gotham couldn't even be bothered to protect human beings; he doubted animals were a high priority.
"Well," said Murphy, as they arrived at the store, holding the door open for him. "You'd better start thinking of ways I can make it up to you, then. I'm sure you'll come up with something."
"Oh I'm sure I will, and I'll hold you to that!" He said walking into the brightly lit corner store, the fluorescent lights flickering. No doubt the owner was holding out on them longer than should be necessary to save the cost of replacing them.
Murphy found what he was looking for and went to the counter. He paid the tired-looking cashier, before tossing the pill bottle to Oswald. "Care to tell me what you have in mind?" he asked, as they headed back out the door.
Oswald caught the bottle and took two of the pills before he put it into his jacket pocket. "Well if you make me decide right now it wouldn't exactly be all that creative now would it?" He asked with a smirk.
"Oh, there's creativity involved?" Murphy asked. "Should I be worried?"
"Perhaps a bit." He said with a slight smile as they headed back to the apartment.
"I suppose I'm okay with that," said Murphy, unlocking the apartment door. "So long as you'll continue putting up with me." He looked around as they entered, to find that the cat had finished off the tuna he'd left out for it, and was now curled up napping on the couch, in the exact spot where Oswald had been sitting earlier. "The little guy's going to need a name, you know," he said. "Any suggestions?"
"Festering Pain comes to mind." Oswald said glaring at the little menace who seemed determined to replace him.
The cat's eyes blinked open, looking over at them, and it meowed blearily before it yawned, stretched, and then leaped lightly down from the couch, heading immediately toward Oswald, bent on investigating him.
"Hey," said Murphy, scooping up the cat before it got a chance to rub against Oswald again. "Give him a chance to let the pills start working, you little menace," said Murphy, scratching under its chin. He shook his head as he put the cat down again away from Oswald. "Well, since you're going to keep calling him that anyway, I guess Fester will have to do … He clearly likes you, though," he pointed out, going to the kitchen and putting on the kettle to make tea.
"He doesn't like me, he knows I don't like him and is determined to be more of a pain than necessary!" Oswald said angrily as he stomped into the kitchen after him.
"How?" said Murphy, getting out two teacups and saucers. "He can't possibly know you're allergic to him. He just sees you're not paying attention to him and he wants to change that."
"He's not going to change that!" He said sitting down at the small kitchen table, the cat jumping up onto the table. Oswald hissed at it, but it didn't really do anything. Fester just looked up at him and laid down on the table, its butt against Oswald's arm. "Murphy, it's making a stupid vibrating noise."
Murphy laughed. "That's called purring, Oswald," he said, pouring out two cups of tea and bringing them over. "It means he's happy. I told you, he likes you."
"He doesn't like me, he's just being a pain!" He insisted before sneezing into his arm.
Murphy sighed and picked Fester up off of the table and sat down, holding the cat in his lap to keep it from going back to bother Oswald again. Fester meowed indignantly, squirming a bit as Murphy took him off of the table, but then settled down on his lap and started purring again.
"If he doesn't like you, then why was he purring?" Murphy pointed out. Then again, he supposed that could have something to do with Fester suddenly finding himself out of the cold and rain, with food and shelter provided. But he wasn't going to downplay his own point.
"Bah … Whatever …" He said sipping on his tea but putting it back down when he realized it was too hot. "I'm not going to like it, either way. And it can't convince me otherwise!"
"Fair enough," said Murphy. He wasn't going to push the matter. It certainly wasn't helping Fester's case that Oswald kept sneezing. Maybe he'd be a little less annoyed about the whole thing once the allergy pills started taking effect. "But I appreciate that you're at least putting up with it."
"Well I already tried breaking up with you once, and it didn't work. I highly doubt it would work over a cat." He said stirring his spoon in his tea. "So what are you going to do with that beast when we go to bed?" He asked. "Speaking of which I should also probably phone my mother."
"Yeah, go ahead and give her a call before it gets any later," Murphy agreed. "I guess I'll set up somewhere in the living room for Fester to sleep. We can keep the bedroom door closed so he doesn't wander in and annoy you." As much as Fester irritated Oswald, it seemed like the best solution.
Oswald pulled out his cell phone which he'd gotten after being instructed to by Miss. Mooney and dialled his mother's number.
"Hello Mother. I'm not going to be home tonight." He said quietly. "No, I'm fine." He glanced over at Murphy. "No. Yes … It's not like that …" He pulled the phone away from his mouth and sighed. "Mother, no … It's … Mother!" He said annoyed and shocked at the same time. He paused listening on the phone for a few moments. "Good night mother!" He said before hanging up the phone.
"Is everything okay?" Murphy asked, concerned. He hadn't caught anything that Gertrud had said, but he'd been able to hear her tone of voice, and seen the look on Oswald's face. He could piece things together. "Would things be easier if you went home?" He wanted Oswald to stay. He always did. But he knew Oswald's mother was important to him, and he didn't want to cause conflict between them.
"No she's just making assumptions again ... Correct assumptions but she doesn't need to know that." He said leaning back in his chair as Fester tried to scramble onto the table.
Murphy nodded, still feeling a little guilty. But Oswald could decide for himself how to handle his mother's worries. Yet it was more than that … The brief phone conversation was another little reminder that Oswald lied on a regular basis. Even though he'd said he could accept that, he couldn't help wondering. Had Oswald ever felt the need to lie to him? And if so, how often? Fester's attempt to climb back onto the table distracted him from that train of thought.
"Oh no you don't," Murphy told the cat, pulling him back from the table. He looked over at Oswald. "So you've never had any kind of pet at all?" he asked. "You didn't even want one when you were a kid?"
"No, I hate animals." He said shaking his head. "I always saw them as a waste of time and money."
"I kind of feel like pets are a nice break from dealing with people," Murphy shrugged. "I mean, animals can be assholes too, but they're at least pretty up-front about how they feel about you; they let you know pretty clearly whether they like you or not. And while some animals can be kind of demanding, there's still not that much they want from you. You don't have to spend time wondering about their motives."
"If that's all you wanted all you had to do was tell me. I can be an upfront asshole if you want." He said with a laugh. "In fact, I'm willing to show you how much of an asshole I can be, if you can step away from the cat for a while … Honestly Murphy, I wasn't aware you even liked pussy." He said with a chuckle.
"Excuse you," Murphy said, laughing slightly as he put Fester down on the floor and stood up, collecting both their teacups and heading back into the kitchen to wash them. "I wasn't even talking about you. People in general are pretty terrible; you know that better than anyone. Not every decision I make is about you." Though, admittedly, most of them were. "And crude puns aside, I happen to be bisexual."
Oswald raised an eyebrow confused. "Biwhatual?" He asked. "What's that mean?" He asked, having never heard the term before.
"It means I can be attracted to both men and women," Murphy said simply, washing the tea cups and then starting to dry them. It had never come up before, since Murphy was in a devoted relationship with Oswald. But if Oswald was still working out his own sexuality, then it was probably a good idea for him to learn more. It might help him to feel less confused or isolated. "Though in my case, I lean pretty heavily toward men."
"Oh, that ... Makes sense. I guess." He said watching as Murphy washed and dried the tea cups.
"Does that bother you?" Murphy asked, glancing over his shoulder as he put everything away in the cupboard. He knew it bothered some people. There were people who had left him before because of it. But he didn't think that would happen with Oswald.
"No ... It just means I might have more possible competition in the future." He said with a shrug.
Murphy shook his head, looking slightly upset by that comment. "There's no competition, Oswald," he said earnestly, walking back to him. "I'm happy being with you. I don't need anyone else. Now," he said, with a small smile. "What was that you were saying? About showing me just how much of an asshole you can be?"
Oswald smirked. "Well ... Perhaps not so much of an asshole." He said pushing Murphy back into the kitchen chair he'd sat in before. He nervously moved over to Murphy and straddled him, sitting in his lap, a deep blush of embarrassment on in face. But if memory served, Murphy liked him taking control.
Murphy could already feel his cock starting to harden as Oswald straddled him. He looked up at Oswald, so decisively taking charge, yet still with that adorable embarrassed blush on his face. Murphy slipped an arm around Oswald's waist, his other hand tugging lightly at Oswald's tie, pulling him forward into a kiss.
Oswald placed his hand against Murphy's chest and pulled back from the kiss before their lips could touch. "Now now ..." Oswald teased. "I thought this was my game." He said. "After all ... You do owe me for your little infestation."
Murphy looked up at Oswald in surprise, then smiled slightly. "I did say that, didn't I?" he admitted, letting go of Oswald's tie, his hand reaching up to run lightly through Oswald's hair instead. "Alright, then. You're in charge."
"Good, because I want to try something new." He said getting off of him and tugging on Murphy's own tie to get him to follow him to the bedroom. Fester jumped down to follow them and Oswald pushed him back with his foot. "No ... You stay here!"
Murphy got up quickly as Oswald pulled on his tie, more than happy to follow. He glanced down at Fester, who looked annoyed at Oswald for pushing him away, and meowed plaintively up at Murphy. "Yeah, Oswald's right," said Murphy. "You'll have to stay out here." Fester, however, only seemed to understand that Murphy was paying attention to Oswald and ignoring him. "If he keeps trying to follow us, we can just close the door," Murphy said, looking back at Oswald apologetically.
"We're closing the door either way." Oswald said annoyed. That damn thing was ruining the mood ... Even if it had just started. He made his way to the bedroom and glanced back at Murphy.
"Agreed," said Murphy. He could see that Oswald was getting irritated, and followed after him quickly, closing the door behind them. "Now," he said, putting his arms around Oswald. "Where were we?"
"I believe I said we were playing this my way, did I not?" He asked batting Murphy's hands away.
"Sorry," Murphy said, smiling slightly. "But I don't think you understand the amount of willpower it takes to keep my hands off of you."
"Well then, we'll just have to do something about that won't we. Let's play a game." He said leaning up and kissing him lightly. "Will you follow my rules?" He asked with an innocent smile on his face.
Murphy kissed Oswald back, and then nodded. "I think I can do that," he said.
"Good." Oswald said sitting in a chair in the room. "Take off your clothes ... But ..." Oswald said, letting Murphy anticipate what the rule would be. "Make it a good show."
Murphy looked back at Oswald, surprised and aroused at Oswald's confident tone. "As you wish," he said agreeably, though with a slight blush of embarrassment. He loosened his tie, letting it fall away to the floor. Then he started to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Oswald smirked as his cock started to harden inside his pants. He couldn't believe Murphy was willing to do this for him. He half expected him to refuse. His eyes moved over Murphy's body, imagining what was underneath before he looked back up at his hands.
Once Murphy's shirt was open all the way down, he let the shirt slide down over his shoulders and fall to the floor as well, very much aware of Oswald's eyes moving over him. He wanted more than ever to feel Oswald's hands all over him, and it took an immense amount of self-control to keep from just walking over and kissing him. But he loved the idea that Oswald enjoyed watching him, and that smug little smirk confirmed it. He undid his belt buckle and the front of his pants, his erection prominently visible through the fabric of his underwear. Then he turned around slowly, hooking his thumbs into the hem of his pants, pulling them slowly down over his ass, tugging his underwear down with them. He glanced over his shoulder back at Oswald, blushing again.
"It seems you've done this before." Oswald teased, leaning forward and swatting Murphy's right cheek. He laughed as he sat back again. "You're such a good boy." He said jokingly.
Murphy blushed even more deeply as Oswald smacked his ass, and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine. "Glad to have your approval," he said, thrilled by how confident Oswald seemed right now. He let his pants and underwear fall away completely, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor, then turned slowly to face Oswald, his cock fully erect. "What else can I do for you?"
Oswald smiled at him. "How badly do you want to touch me Murphy?" Oswald asked.
"You have no idea," he answered seriously. Even as he spoke, he wanted so badly to run his hands through Oswald's hair, to pull him into a kiss, to just straddle him right now… But he'd promised to let Oswald do things his way tonight. And somehow, he doubted Oswald would make things that easy on him.
"Good." Oswald said standing up. "Lay on the bed, on your back. I'm going to inform you of the rules of our game." He said waiting for him to comply.
Murphy looked back at Oswald for a moment, wondering where he was going with this, before he nodded and did as he was told, going over to the bed and laying down on his back. "Okay, then," he said. "What are these rules of yours?"
"Put your hands up, hold the posts on the headboard." He said straddling Murphy's hips. Murphy was not going to be happy with this, but he wanted to see how obedient he could be.
Murphy looked up at Oswald, a little taken aback. With Oswald right on top of him, Murphy wanted to touch him now more than ever… But at the same time, he loved seeing him take control like this. "Alright," Murphy sighed as he complied, reaching up and grabbing the posts on the headboard. "Your game, your rules."
"Good. Now here's the rules. And the rules are simple. I'm going to play with you … And if your hands leave that headboard … I'll stop. Simple, yes?" He asked, that smirk coming back onto his face.
After a moment, Murphy nodded. "Simple," he agreed, in concept at least. "But kind of evil."
"Are you just meeting me today?" He asked with a small chuckle as he moved down his body. His hands roamed down his sides to his hips. "What do you want me to do, Murphy?"
Murphy's hips shifted forward slightly as Oswald's hands ran down his sides. He wanted Oswald's hands all over him, wanted Oswald's mouth around his cock, wanted Oswald to just pin him down and fuck him... "Where to start?" he said softly. "I want you to do anything to me that your filthy mind can come up with."
Oswald looked up at him. "I think you may want to rethink that." He said moving down Murphy's body. He kissed his chest, moving down towards his stomach. "Are you sure you don't have any requests?"
"Well," Murphy murmured, already having to focus in order to keep his sentences coherent. Oswald's slow trail of kisses down his body was already driving him mad … even more so than it would have normally, since he couldn't touch him in return. "I'd ... really really like for you to go down on me at some point. But I want to see what you come up with." He looked down at Oswald with curiosity and the slightest hint of apprehension. "Is anything you want really that bad?" He didn't think it was likely yet, given Oswald's current experience level… though he couldn't be sure. Still, he trusted that Oswald wouldn't do anything he was really uncomfortable with.
"Oh, is that so?" He asked, breathing over Murphy's hard shaft. "And what would you do for me if I did what you want?" He asked quietly.
"A-anything you want," Murphy gasped, trembling slightly at the feeling of Oswald's breath over his cock. Even as he said it, he realized that it might be inadvisable… but he found it very difficult to care about that at the moment.
"Really? Anything?" Oswald teased his tongue poking out as if to lick his shaft, but just as it was about to touch he slowly moved up and kissed Murphy's stomach just above the head of his cock, careful not to touch it.
Murphy groaned as Oswald pulled away from his cock at the last second and just kissed his stomach teasingly, unbearably close. "Goddammit," he muttered, gripping the bars of the headboard, trying hard not to break Oswald's rule. "Okay, maybe not anything, but most things," he admitted. There were a few places where he might draw the line, but he doubted any of them would come up tonight, and he wanted Oswald so much right now that it was painful. "Just name it and I'll probably do it, please Oswald."
"Oh "probably" now is it?" Oswald asked, his tongue poking out and licking Murphy's precum from the leaking tip before pulling away again. "Just a moment ago you said you'd do anything."
"God, Oswald, please," Murphy gasped, his hips shifting restlessly. "Just tell me what you want."
"That would ruin the surprise now wouldn't it?" He asked licking his lips. "I think I'll leave you in suspense on that one." He said leaning forward and running the flat of his tongue from the base of Murphy's shaft straight up to the tip.
Murphy moaned as Oswald's tongue ran over him. "Evil, sexy bastard," he muttered. As ominous as Oswald was being about it, he wondered if maybe he really should be worried...and yet he couldn't help being incredibly aroused as Oswald continued to take control. He'd wanted to see this level of confidence from Oswald for some time, and was curious about how exactly Oswald would choose to use it.
"Sexy am I?" He asked teasing the tip again. "Perhaps you'd show me later how sexy I am." He said hinting that he'd allow Murphy to touch him, but not now.
"Gladly," Murphy said breathlessly, stifling a groan as Oswald continued his merciless teasing. He couldn't help moving slightly out of restless frustration, but he kept his hands firmly around the bars of the headboard. As unbearable as Oswald's toying with him was, it would be worse if he stopped entirely. "Oswald, please, I need you."
"Really?" Oswald said pulling back slightly. "How much?" He asked leaning in again and softly sucking on one side of Murphy's soft sac.
Murphy bit his lip, trying to hold back a whimper of frustration, but it escaped anyway. "More than anything," he gasped. "You know I need you. Don't pretend you don't know what you're doing to me."
Oswald smiled up at him. "Ah yes ... But we both know I'm in charge here." He said before leaning down and giving him another lick. He looked up at him, watching his hands as he took Murphy's shaft into his mouth, sliding halfway down until he hit the back of his throat. He stayed there sucking on him, his tongue working over his shaft.
Murphy's eyes closed and he moaned in pleasure as Oswald finally took his cock into his mouth, his hips rolling forward just slightly … it took him a moment to register that his hold on the bars had loosened significantly. If he wasn't careful, he might easily end up letting go after all. He tightened his grip on the bars again, hoping Oswald hadn't noticed.
Oswald saw his grip loosen but he hadn't let go. Still, he kept his eyes up on Murphy as he started moving up and down his shaft a moment before he pulled off with a quiet pop. "I don't suppose you have any lube do you?" He asked.
Murphy's eyes opened as he felt Oswald abruptly pull off of him, and it took him a moment to register what Oswald had said. He nodded. "Dresser by the window, second drawer," he said pointing across the room without thinking, before realising what he was doing and quickly grabbing the bar again. He looked up at Oswald apprehensively.
Oswald looked at him and smirked. "It looks like you lost the game Murphy." He said getting off the bed, not letting Murphy know where he was going.
"Only because you distracted me," Murphy protested. "You're not really going to walk away, are you?" He didn't think so; Oswald probably wanted this to continue as much as he did. He wouldn't really just walk off… would he?
"I believe that was the point." Oswald smirked as he headed towards the bedroom door.
"Wait," Murphy said, sitting up. "It was just a momentary slip. I can follow your rules. Just come back and let me make it up to you, please."
Oswald glanced over his shoulder his eyebrow raised in curiosity. He wasn't really going to leave, he just wanted Murphy to think he was. "Oh? And how is that?"
"Any way you want," Murphy said, looking up at him steadily. "If you come back and give me a chance." He still wasn't sure if he really believed Oswald would just walk out like this, but he couldn't quite put it past him, and he wanted him too badly right now to risk it.
"I thought that was already on the table ... And you broke my rule Murphy." He said with a fake pout. "It was a simple rule too."
"I know, I'm sorry," he said, moving to the end of the bed and standing up. "It won't happen again. You can even add more rules if you want. But didn't you have other things you wanted to try?" Somehow, he doubted Oswald had asked about Murphy's lube supply out of mere curiosity.
Oswald continued to pout. "I don't know ... If you can't follow that one rule, then how can I trust you to follow more?" He asked innocently.
"Then introduce other consequences if you have to," Murphy said, a part of him wondering what he might be getting himself into. But he needed Oswald badly enough right now that it was probably worth it. "But don't end the game now. What fun is that?"
"Alright. If you want it so badly ... Then show me how badly you want it." He said smiling up at Murphy.
Murphy looked back at Oswald, who was still fully clothed, which seemed a little unfair. Granted, Oswald looked damned good in a tailored suit, and Murphy wasn't exactly self-conscious around him, but he did feel far more vulnerable in front of Oswald right now than he was used to. Maybe that was the point. Perhaps the suit made Oswald feel more confident, more in control. Whatever the reason, Murphy found him completely irresistible right now.
Curious about what Oswald would do if he stepped out of line a little more, Murphy leaned forward and gave Oswald a playful nip on the ear. "That's kind of hard to do without touching you," he whispered, kissing lightly down Oswald's neck. "Unless you have any other ideas?"
"You didn't seem to have an issue breaking rules before." Oswald said tilting his head as Murphy nibbled his ear.
"Can you blame me?" he asked, his hand reaching down to undo the front of Oswald's pants as he continued kissing down his neck. "You've been downright cruel tonight, Oswald."
Oswald smiled and pushed Murphy back slightly so he stopped kissing his neck. "I have been." Oswald agreed, since Murphy's tone didn't indicate he minded. He put his hands on his shoulders pushing him down onto his knees.
Murphy went down to his knees without resistance, his hands going back up to the front of Oswald's pants. "You know,I don't really mind you putting me in my place," he said, pulling out Oswald's cock. "When the view is this good." He slipped the tip into his mouth, his tongue running over it teasingly.
Oswald moaned and put his his hands on the back of Murphy's head. "I'm glad you enjoy doing this ... Perhaps I'll keep you there." Oswald said pressing his hips forward pushing his shaft into Murphy's mouth.
A muffled sound escaped Murphy's throat as Oswald's shaft pressed into his mouth. His tongue continued to caress Oswald's cock as he took him further in, working his way up and down the shaft.
Oswald let his hands drop to his sides, giving Murphy a sense of control but he still rolled his hips forward against his face. "I don't understand why you enjoy doing this for me ... But I have to say. You're rather good at it."
Murphy glanced up at him, and responded by quickening his pace a little, his hands going to Oswald's hips, pulling him closer as he took Oswald's shaft into his mouth again and again, his tongue roaming over the underside of Oswald's shaft as he sucked.
Oswald moaned and thrust into his mouth harder a few times before he grabbed onto Murphy's hair and pulled him off. "Stop." He commanded and looked down at Murphy, smirking at the bit of drool running down his chin.
Murphy looked up at Oswald, blushing slightly as he wiped his chin off with the back of his hand. "Is there something else you want me to do?" he asked.
"I want you ..." He said moving over to the dresser by the window. "To put on another little show for me." He said pulling out Murphy's jar of lube. He tossed it to Murphy as he turned to him. "Think you can do that for me?"
Murphy caught the jar of lube, his face further reddening from embarrassment. He nodded. "I think I can do that," he said, rising to his feet.
He turned around slowly, unscrewing the cap, then walked over to the bed and bent over, one hand leaning against the mattress, so that Oswald had a nice view of his ass. With his other hand, he set down the jar on the bed and dipped his fingers into it, then reached back and very slowly started to smear it over his hole. He still couldn't stop blushing. It wasn't as if he had any real reason to be embarrassed, but for some reason, Oswald watching him so closely while he did this felt awkward and vulnerable.
Oswald smiled as he moved to the bed, sitting behind Murphy, his legs crossed. He moved his hand lazily over his cock as he watched Murphy's fingers move over himself.
Murphy continued slowly rubbing his fingers over his hole in a circular motion. He glanced over his shoulder uncertainly, to see Oswald pleasuring himself while watching him, a smug smile on his face. Murphy's blush deepened. "You really are enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Even in the midst of his embarrassment, there was a certain thrill to knowing how much Oswald enjoyed watching him.
"Quite." He said rubbing his thumb over the tip. "But if you don't hurry up, I might take you whether you're ready or not." He said, though both he and Murphy knew he would never do that. It was an idle threat.
"I was only taking my time for your entertainment in the first place," Murphy said, laughing. "You're terribly demanding sometimes, you know that?" He continued applying lube over the area, making sure to do a thorough job. "You may be in charge tonight, but I told you before I don't tolerate being careless about this."
Oswald laughed slightly. "No need to be an ass about it." He said teasingly. He moved up onto his knees watching Murphy move his fingers over himself. "You have no idea how hot this looks from here."
"Does it?" Murphy asked, smirking a little. "Perhaps sometime you can show me." Though he somehow doubted that Oswald would ever be willing to put on a display like this himself if Murphy asked him to.
Oswald looked at Murphy nervously. "Perhaps." He said his confidence wavering slightly.
"It's okay," Murphy reassured him, hearing the nervousness in his voice. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He didn't want Oswald getting the idea that just because Murphy agreed to do something himself, that automatically obligated him to do the same. Murphy might be a little embarrassed by his position at the moment, but he was still comfortable with doing this for Oswald. If Oswald wouldn't be comfortable with it personally, then Murphy didn't want him pressuring himself into it.
"We can ... We can try it later. If ... If you want." Oswald said quietly.
"Only if you think you're ready," Murphy said seriously. "It's completely up to you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by bringing it up." He wished he hadn't said it. Oswald had been so confident before, and then he'd gone and made everything awkward.
He continued rubbing lube over his hole, before pressing a few fingers inside. He moved his fingers inside himself until he was ready, then glanced over his shoulder. "Go ahead," he said. "I'm all yours."
Oswald looked up at him, his eyes previously glued on his fingers moving inside him. He looked confused a moment before he processed what Murphy had said.
He smiled again, his previous confidence coming back. "Is that so?" He asked moving behind him on his knees. "Then beg me for it."
Murphy actually relaxed a little, relieved to hear the confidence in Oswald's voice again. "Please, Oswald," he said. "I need you."
Oswald rubbed the tip of his cock against Murphy's entrance pushing the tip inside. He moaned and closed his eyes. He still couldn't get over how tight Murphy was. He couldn't even begin to describe how good this felt.
Murphy moaned and pushed back against him, more aroused than ever as he felt the pressure of Oswald's cock starting to push inside him. "More, Oswald," he murmured. "Please."
"I thought I was the one in charge." Oswald said pulling out and stroking his cock in his hand. He only lasted a moment before he himself couldn't stand his own teasing. He pushed back into him, pushing halfway in before there was a bit of resistance.
"Yes," Murphy gasped. "You're in charge." But Oswald was back in before he had to beg or protest any further. He felt more pressure as Oswald pressed farther in, but it wasn't unpleasant. He began slowly moving his hips slowly back and forth against Oswald.
Oswald pulled out and grabbed the jar of lube, putting some into his hand and stroking it onto his cock before pushing back into Murphy's tight hole. He kept thrusting into him, pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of him.
Murphy moaned as Oswald's cock thrust deeper inside him, and he pushed back against Oswald over and over with each thrust, as if trying to drive him even deeper in.
Oswald's orgasm was already building at a quick speed. "No …" Oswald moaned. Not again … Not this fast. They'd only done this twice now it was embarrassing Oswald how quickly he came once he was inside Murphy. "Fuck …" He said frustrated as he slowed his thrusts slightly.
Murphy groaned as he felt Oswald's thrusts slowing down. "What's wrong?" he gasped, concerned but not wanting Oswald to stop.
Oswald kept his thrusts slow but even, still moving inside Murphy. "I'm …" He didn't even manage to finish his sentence, barely even started it as he came inside Murphy with a quiet grunt, stilling inside of him as he came. "God damn it." Oswald cursed.
"Oh," Murphy murmured in realization as Oswald came inside him. He pushed back against him again, trying to make the most of having Oswald inside him before he felt Oswald's cock go still. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to reign in his disappointment. It wasn't that surprising, now that he thought about it. They'd spent a lot of time on build-up, and Oswald still didn't have that much experience. Still, Murphy had gotten to see Oswald more confident and in control than ever… which was worth it, even if it had left him aching for more.
"I'm sorry." Oswald whispered pulling out of him. He could tell Murphy was disappointed. But he couldn't help it. It wasn't as if he could control it.
Murphy shook his head, turning around after Oswald had pulled out. "There's no reason to be sorry," he reassured him, smoothing back Oswald's hair before leaning in to kiss him gently. After all, it happened to everyone.
"Yes there is. It happens every time, and I know you want more but I won't be able to get it up again right away and ..." Oswald paused sounding upset about the whole thing himself.
"That comes with experience," Murphy said, putting a reassuring hand on Oswald's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, okay? I know it's frustrating right now, but that just means we should keep doing this as often as possible."
"Mr. Fletcher, it seems like you're trying to make excuses to have sex with me again." Oswald said in a rather well done British accent. "Though I suppose if you insist I can't complain."
Murphy smiled at that. "Can you blame me?" he asked, pulling Oswald to him and wrapping his arms around him affectionately, though that did nothing to calm his erection. "First you took charge, all confident and commanding, and now you're breaking out the British accent?" Murphy shook his head. "Do you even know how hot you are right now?"
"Oh, was the accent all I had to do?" Oswald asked with a laugh. "Perhaps I should have kept it." He said thinking back to how long he tried to get rid of it. Coming back to Gotham in the middle of high school he'd been made fun of a lot.
"You're irresistible enough as it is," Murphy said, running his fingertips idly through Oswald's hair. "I doubt I'd ever be able to focus on anything else if you'd kept it."
"Well, perhaps I'll revert back." He said teasingly. "All you have to do is ask." He said tilting his head back into Murphy's hand.
"I'd like that, every now and then," Murphy said, kissing lightly at Oswald's neck. "And I'd be sure to make it worth the effort for you."
"Hardly any effort really. I think my American accent is more fake than this one." He said before sighing. He ran his hands up Murphy's chest as Murphy kissed his neck. "An accent is …. hard to …" He paused as Murphy continued kissing his neck. What were they talking about?
Murphy smirked slightly as Oswald lost his concentration. "Hard to what?" he asked softly, as he continued kissing down Oswald's neck, his hands going to the collar of Oswald's shirt and starting to undo the buttons. He loved that, even after Oswald already came, he was still able to get this kind of reaction out of him.
"Hard to lose." Oswald whispered running his hands down his sides. "Sometimes I even still slip into it. Mooney's caught me a few times … She thinks I'm faking it." He said quietly. "Trying to be more …" He paused when Murphy kissed under his ear.
"More…?" Murphy prompted, nibbling lightly at his ear as he finished unbuttoning Oswald's shirt, then pushing him gently onto his back. He really was adorable when he lost the ability to finish his sentences.
"What?" Oswald asked confused as he was pushed onto his back, his shirt splayed open along with his jacket and vest.
"You said Mooney thought you were trying to be more … and then you got distracted, somehow," Murphy said, amused at Oswald's confusion. He resumed kissing down Oswald's neck. "How did that happen, I wonder?"
"No idea …" Oswald said with a slight smile on his face. "But don't stop."
"Don't worry about that," Murphy said, running a hand through Oswald's hair and kissing his way down past Oswald's collarbone. "I can't ever seem to get enough of you." He paused and looked down at Oswald. "So," he said, after hesitating for a moment. "I was wondering something."
Oswald looked up at Murphy curiously as Murphy suddenly stopped kissing his neck. It took him a moment to realize what Murphy said. "Oh, um ... " Oswald nodded. "Sure. What is it?" He asked not really sure how to respond to the sudden change.
"It's just …" he felt a little awkward himself now, unsure how best to word his question. He didn't want Oswald to misunderstand and end up feeling pressured or obligated. "Earlier you indicated that you might be ready to try being on bottom … and if you don't really feel ready, or you're not up for it, that's fine, but… I was just wondering if you'd be interested."
Oswald wasn't surprised Murphy asked, but he couldn't help the wave of nervousness that went through him. "If ... If you promise to be gentle ... And ... And if I ask you to stop-"
"I'd stop the instant you said the word," Murphy promised, laying a hand against the side of Oswald's face and looking him steadily in the eyes. "Or slow down or anything else that you need. I'd… actually want you to speak up immediately if you're uncomfortable with anything I'm doing." The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Oswald or make him feel unsafe.
Oswald swallowed nervously before nodding. "O-o- ... Okay." Oswald said shakily. "Just ... Just tell me what I have to do."
"You do know you don't actually have to do this, right?" Murphy asked, closely watching his face. He didn't think he'd given Oswald that impression, but nonetheless his word choice concerned him, especially when combined with his obvious nervousness. "Is this something you want to do?"
"N-no ... It's fine I ... I want to it's just ..." He paused not wanting to bring it up. He looked down, away from Murphy's face. "It's just ..."
"What is it?" Murphy asked quietly. Though he thought he knew. Oswald had every reason to be nervous.
"I can't stop … Thinking about ..." Oswald shook his his head, still not looking at Murphy. "About Tony … About what happened … I … I trust you … And I know you're not him but …" He sighed. "You said it feels good, or … it can feel good. I …"
"It can," Murphy reaffirmed. "If it's done the right way." He smoothed back Oswald's hair, sadness in his eyes. "I wish I could erase what those bastards did to you," he said quietly. Killing Tony and his men was better than just doing nothing, but it hadn't solved the problem. Not really. Oswald still had to live with the memory of what they'd done.
"I know … But … I know we can't erase the memories but … Maybe we can replace them?" He asked. At least, he hoped that would be what happened.
"I hope so," Murphy agreed. He leaned in and kissed Oswald gently, running his hands down Oswald's sides, before pulling at Oswald's pants. "You promise you'll let me know immediately if you want to stop?"
Oswald swallowed nervously but nodded as Murphy pulled his pants open. "Yes. I-I ... I promise."
Murphy tugged down Oswald's pants and underwear, pulling them off and setting them aside. He didn't think it would do to leave them hanging around his ankles; since right now, Oswald had only negative associations with this, Murphy didn't want Oswald to feel like his movement was restricted in any way. He left the jacket and open shirt up to Oswald's discretion, though, on the off chance that keeping them on might make him feel less vulnerable.
He reached for the jar of lube, removing the cap again and spread some onto his fingers. "You'll need more preparation beforehand than I did," he explained. "Since I'm more experienced. Could you turn over?" he asked, looking back at Oswald, checking for any sign that he was having second thoughts.
"I uh ….." Oswald swallowed nervously. "Yeah." He said awkwardly getting out from under Murphy and moving over on his hands and knees, his face turning bright red with embarrassment.
"You were right," Murphy said, kneeling behind Oswald. "This really is a great view." He laid one hand reassuringly on Oswald's back. Then, with a light, gentle touch, he started spreading lube over Oswald's hole with his fingertips. He watched Oswald's body language carefully for any indication that he was uncomfortable with this.
Oswald hissed as the cold gel touched his warm skin and tensed as Murphy moved his finger over him. He closed his eyes. This is okay … It's Murphy. He forced himself to unclench his hands and relaxed. It's fine. He wanted to do this. It'll feel good.
Murphy felt Oswald tense. "You alright?" he asked, concerned, pausing what he was doing, though his hands were still touching Oswald.
Oswald nodded, his forehead against the pillow. "Y-Yes." He whispered as he tried to relax. "I'm … I'm fine."
"Okay," Murphy said, trusting that Oswald would tell him if something was wrong. His fingertips resumed moving gently over Oswald, not entering yet, giving Oswald some time to relax and get used to the unfamiliar sensation in that area first.
Oswald sighed but forced himself to relax. Every part of him wanted to pull away, but no … This wasn't Tony … This was Murphy. He kept having to remind himself of that.
Murphy continued spreading lube over the area in light, caressing motions, his other hand running soothingly over Oswald's back. After a while, he pressed one finger gently against the outside of Oswald's hole, not yet entering, giving him a moment to process the idea first. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly, hoping that hearing his voice might help remind Oswald who he was with right now, and that he was safe.
Oswald swallowed nervously again. "F-Fine." He said shakily.
Murphy slowly pushed his fingertip inside of Oswald, leaning forward and kissing the back of his neck.
Oswald closed his eyes as he felt Murphy's finger start slowly pushing into him. Maybe this was too soon. But it's been months ... Oswald's hands clenched the sheet, more out of nerves than pain, what Murphy was doing didn't hurt at all, but he was expecting it to. Any moment now that burning pain would come back and- ... Oswald stopped that train of thought. This was Murphy, he wouldn't hurt him, he promised. Everything would be fine.
Gradually, Murphy's finger pressed a little further inside. Oswald was tight, as was to be expected, and still so tense, though Murphy didn't think that was likely to change this time around. But if he could at least make this a positive experience for Oswald, then he might feel less nervous next time. Murphy continued kissing at the back of Oswald's neck as he slowly slipped his finger in up to the first knuckle, his free arm wrapping gently around Oswald, holding him loosely enough that he wouldn't feel constricted.
Oswald took a deep breath and forced himself to relax despite the strange sensation, his hand running over the sheet and to the pillow as he looked over his shoulder back at Murphy.
Murphy kissed at Oswald's ear as his finger pushed steadily further into him, up to the second knuckle, before starting to move gently in and out of him, pushing farther in each time. He ran his other hand over Oswald's thin chest, able to feel the raised scars where people had hurt him before. He wanted so badly to take all of that pain away, to make so many new memories with him that there was no room left for any reminder that he'd been hurt before. He wasn't sure that was even possible, and there was a long way to go if it was, but he had to try.
Oswald hated that this was taking so long, but Murphy had said he'd be careful. Still, it didn't feel bad just ... Strange. He couldn't understand how Murphy had enjoyed this when he'd done it to him. His body was telling him this was wrong ... But, still it didn't feel bad so ... Maybe it would feel good this time? Or at least tolerable. He wanted to do this for Murphy.
Once Murphy's finger was all the way in, he curved it forward slightly, pressing against Oswald's prostate, then started to slowly push a second finger inside him. "Does that feel okay?" he asked quietly.
Oswald groaned as Murphy pushed his finger forward. "Is ... Is this ..." Oswald paused his face turning even redder. That couldn't be a normal reaction. "Nevermind." Oswald said quietly.
"What is it?" Murphy asked, easing up a little. He didn't like the sound of that 'nevermind;' if something was confusing or bothering Oswald, he needed to feel like he could speak up. If Oswald got into the habit of silencing himself, Murphy was afraid he'd end up hurting or upsetting him without ever knowing.
"When ... When you did that ... Is ... Is it normal to feel like ... Um." Oswald looked away from Murphy again embarrassed. "Like you have to pee a bit?"
Murphy laughed a little at that, though there was no malice or ridicule in it. "That can happen sometimes," he said. "I was pressing against your prostate just now, which some people find pleasurable, but … that's not an uncommon reaction either. Does it just feel weird? Do you want me to stop doing that?"
"No it felt good it was just ..." Oswald took a deep breath to calm himself more. "It felt strange."
"It does take some getting used to," Murphy admitted. "For most people, the first couple of times feel pretty weird." He resumed gently moving his fingers in and out of Oswald, the first finger still curved forward slightly. "But if you change your mind and decide you want me to stop, let me know, okay?"
"I'm okay." He said nodded before resting his head against the pillow again.
Murphy nodded, and continued moving his fingers rhythmically in and out of Oswald, the second one gradually pressing further and further until it was all the way in, then curving forward along with the first one, before he began to slowly add a third. He sighed against the back of Oswald's neck. Oswald felt so hot and tight around his fingers, and he wanted so badly to be inside him… but he couldn't rush this, and couldn't let Oswald forget that it was okay to call this off at any moment.
Oswald grunted as Murphy added a third finger. It was becoming a little uncomfortable but it still wasn't painful. He shifted his hips forward, subconsciously trying to pull away from his fingers before he went still again, realizing what he was doing.
"Should I slow down a little?" Murphy asked, feeling Oswald's hips move away from him slightly. He didn't do anything to pull him back, wanting Oswald to know he was free to pull away if he needed to.
Oswald shook his head. "No I'm fine." He said. "Keep going."
Murphy nodded, and continued moving his fingers in and out of Oswald, his other hand going to the jar of lube, spreading more over Oswald's hole, and applying some to his aching cock.
"Do you think you're ready?" he asked quietly, careful not to sound insistent or over-eager. He'd feel terrible if Oswald thought he was obligated to do this, if he ended up agreeing for the wrong reasons.
Oswald shook his head. "No, but I doubt I'll ever be more ready than I am now. Just do it." He said shaking slightly with nerves. This was going to hurt. It had to. Oswald couldn't imagine it not hurting. But Murphy said ... Oswald had to trust him.
"Alright," Murphy said, running a hand affectionately through Oswald's hair. He could feel Oswald shaking, and it worried him. He remembered being nervous his first time, but nothing like this. Though Oswald had far more reason to be afraid than he had. After what Oswald had been through, it was amazing that he even trusted him to do this at all. "Just don't forget, you can call this off at any time if you don't like it."
He pulled out his fingers and angled his cock against Oswald's hole. Then, slowly, gently, he pushed the tip inside, closely watching Oswald's body language, ready to pull out if he looked upset.
Oswald tensed, his hands gripping the pillow under him. He felt so big. A lot bigger than Tony had, but it didn't hurt. It burned a little but, it didn't hurt. He closed his eyes, his shoulders tense as he took deep steadying breaths.
"How are you doing?" Murphy asked, feeling Oswald tense. He felt amazing around the tip of his cock, and he wanted so badly to push further inside, but he knew it was absolutely vital to take this gradually.
"Fine." Oswald hissed, not letting go of the pillow. "You just …. You feel a lot bigger than …. " He stopped and swallowed again, opening his eyes and looking down at the pillow below him.
"Are you sure?" Murphy asked, leaning forward and kissing him on the back of the neck, one arm wrapping around him in a gentle embrace. He'd said he was fine, but if he was thinking about Tony… "This doesn't have to happen tonight."
"It's fine …" Oswald said. "Really I-I-I-I- …. I want to do this. It's … It's okay."
Murphy nodded, and slowly pushed a little further in, then pulled back, slowly and gently moving in and out, gradually pushing a little further in with each thrust. His hands started to move toward Oswald's hips, but he stopped, suddenly remembering those handprint-shaped bruises on Oswald's hips before. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Oswald almost protectively, his hands moving over Oswald's thin torso under his open shirt.
Oswald kept his breathing even, his eyes closed as Murphy kept moving inside of him until he felt his hips against his cheeks. He was all the way inside of him. It burned, but it still didn't hurt. None-the-less, it still felt strange, and he felt an odd numbness come over him. He rested his head against the pillow as he felt his eyes start to water.
Murphy continued moving in and out of Oswald at a gentle, carefully regulated pace, and he groaned softly, loving the feeling of Oswald around him. It took so much self control to keep his thrusting slow and gradual.
Oswald grunted as Murphy moved inside of him. He quietly started counting inside of his head, trying to keep his mind off of Tony. But even as Murphy was moving the burning sensation was starting to fade.
Gradually, Murphy started to slightly quicken the pace, still painstakingly careful not to thrust too hard. "God, Oswald, you feel amazing," he whispered, kissing at Oswald's ear.
Oswald wished he could say the same but said nothing as he held back the tears that were threatening to spill. He grunted quietly as he gripped the pillow wishing Murphy would finish. But he knew it would be a slow process getting used to this. And he was glad that Murphy was enjoying it.
Murphy could already feel his orgasm starting to build. "You still doing okay?" he asked breathlessly. He wasn't certain how to interpret that grunt, and it had been a little while since he'd checked. Better to ask again now, before he could get carried away.
Oswald simply nodded, hating the tears that were starting to fall down his cheeks, hidden from Murphy's sight due to their position. He didn't answer beyond the nod, he didn't trust his voice at the moment. He knew the tears were simply emotions and confusion, this didn't hurt at all. It just felt strange.
With his jacket, shirt, and vest still on Oswald was starting to feel constricted in a way. His body far too hot. He lifted himself up slightly and awkwardly took the rest of his clothes off, tossing them on the floor, careful to hide his face from Murphy's view. He didn't want to ruin this for him.
Murphy's excitement only grew as Oswald tossed aside his shirt, vest, and jacket. He kissed down the back of Oswald's neck, running his hands over him, loving the feeling of Oswald naked beneath him. He moaned as he thrust into him, still careful not to thrust too hard and risk hurting him.
Oswald moaned as Murphy kept moving inside of him. "Murphy." Oswald said shakily.
Murphy felt his pleasure rising as his cock moved steadily in and out of Oswald. He groaned as he kept thrusting into him. "Oswald," he gasped. "I-I'm going to cum."
"Oh god, please." Oswald said, the words escaping him before he even realised he'd said anything. Oswald closed his eyes again, waiting for Murphy to finish as his stomach turned in knots. Was it like this for Murphy his first time? Would he ever enjoy this? Admittedly, it did feel a lot better than with ... Him ... But it still didn't feel good. Not like how Murphy made it seem when Oswald had fucked him. Murphy looked like he had thoroughly enjoyed it ...
Murphy held Oswald close and thrust forward, moaning as he came hard inside him. "Oswald," he murmured. God, it had been so long since he'd done this with anyone, and Oswald felt so amazing … He rode out his orgasm, thrusting shallowly until it subsided, before he relaxed, still breathing heavily, his head resting on Oswald's shoulder.
Oswald shivered as he felt Murphy finish inside of him, shaking a bit as he felt Murphy relax on top of him. He used the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his face, wishing they would stop before Murphy saw, but he couldn't stop them from falling, a quiet sniff he couldn't stop more than likely betraying his secret that wouldn't remain so for long.
Murphy heard that quiet sniffle, and couldn't help worrying. Had he thrust too hard toward the end? It could be nothing, but… He pulled out and looked back down at Oswald as he wiped his eyes. "Oswald?" he asked tentatively. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He said but it was rather obvious in his voice he was crying. He still couldn't understand why. It hadn't hurt, so why was he crying?
Murphy's eyes widened. How long had Oswald been crying? How had he not noticed it? Maybe he hadn't done enough to make sure Oswald felt comfortable speaking up if he wanted to stop? Either way, he should have been more attentive, should have realised …
He laid a gentle hand on Oswald's shoulder. "Oh God, Oswald, I'm sorry, did … did I hurt you?"
Oswald wiped the tears off his face again. "No." He said quietly, frustrated with how pathetic he sounded. "No it ... It didn't hurt. I mean ... It burned at first but ... It went away."
Murphy looked back at Oswald quietly for a moment, then said: "Was it … Did it remind you too much of …" He desperately hoped it wasn't that. But if it was, he needed to know.
"Not a lot ... Maybe a bit. It was ... Better though." Oswald said turning onto his side, still trying to wipe the tears from his face which didn't seem to want to stop.
Murphy lay down next to Oswald, wrapping an arm around him, but not too tight, so that Oswald could easily pull away if he wanted to. "But it felt weird?" he guessed. He thought he understood now … at least some of it, anyway. "Like you couldn't really process what your body was experiencing?"
Oswald put his hands against Murphy's chest as he snuggled into him. He nodded his head. "I started feeling funny. Kind of ... Not numb but ... Strange. I can't explain it." He said. "I don't know why I'm crying."
"That isn't uncommon," Murphy said, feeling a pang of guilt as he held Oswald close against him. "A lot of people experience something like that their first time, sometimes the first couple of times …" Murphy hadn't known, though, how Oswald would react, given what had happened to him before … He should have considered that, as traumatic as Oswald's first time was, he probably hadn't had a chance to process things in a normal way. He'd been so focused on not hurting him physically, but he should have seen this coming. "I should have mentioned that this could happen… I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Did ..." Oswald shook his head and buried his face in Murphy's chest again. "It's fine."
"Did what?" Murphy asked softly, running his fingers lightly through the back of Oswald's hair.
"Nothing." Oswald said. "Don't worry, it's nothing." Oswald said with a quiet sniff.
"Okay," Murphy said uncertainly. Somehow, anytime Oswald said not to worry, it concerned him. "But I said before that you could ask me anything. If there's something you're wondering, you can say it."
"I know." He said quietly. "I'm just ... Just tired. It's late." He said though he really had no idea what time it was.
"Alright," Murphy said, reluctantly letting it go for now. He didn't want Oswald to feel like he couldn't ask him something, but it really was late. Oswald had every reason to be tired, and he was probably emotionally exhausted as well. "We should get some rest," he said, kissing Oswald gently on the cheek before pulling the sheets and blanket over both of them, then put his arm back around Oswald.
Oswald curled up against Murphy, still crying quietly, but he could already feel himself calming down, especially with Murphy there with him. He knew Murphy hadn't done anything wrong, and that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt him ... Perhaps he just wasn't ready for this yet. Maybe he allowed him too soon. Didn't wait long enough, didn't ease into it enough. Oswald didn't want to think about it right now.
"Good night, Murphy," Oswald whispered.
Murphy held Oswald close, running a hand soothingly over his back. He still felt guilty as Oswald's tears subsided and he calmed down in his arms. He hadn't meant to pressure him into something he wasn't ready for… but had Oswald felt like he had to do it anyway? Had he thought Murphy would be upset or disappointed if he didn't? The question bothered him.
"Goodnight, Oswald," Murphy murmured.