#sorry its short but like 99% of their relationship is hellla agro and 1% soft times

[our-smooty]

Murdoc being dominated by 2D

“You’re sure abou’ this?”

“Just fuckin’ do it Dents “m not made of glass.”

They’d gone over the details at least twice now. Stu couldn’t stop asking. Couldn’t stop making sure this was exactly what Murdoc wanted. Murdoc, on the other hand, had thought he’d been explicitly clear.

“I was you to fuck me and I want it rough Dee, I dunno how else I could spell it out for you. My cock is hard, I”m naked, lets fuckin ’go.”

”Fine, but you know how t’stop me if you wanna right?” Stu asked, one late time. Murdoc rolled his eyes even as he nodded his head. “Ok, ok jus’ let me...”

2D took a deep breath, and then another, his eyes closed tight. When he opened them, Murdoc nearly shuddered at the lustful, possessive look. 

“You’re mine,” Stu groaned, leaning down to bite at Murdoc’s collarbone. The bassist was starting to regret requesting to being tied to the headboard for this. He’d thought it would be kinky, but with the way 2D was talking... “I own you don’t I, Muds?”

“Fffuckoff!” Murdoc slurred, grinding his hips as best he could against the singer’s hips. “Dunno why you have t’do this every time--”

“I’ll do it ‘till you believe me. That I want you as much as you want me,” 2D said, his voice airy and light in Murdoc’s ear. “‘Till you stop callin’ me ‘dullard’ and start callin’ me--”

Murdoc thrust his entire body up against the restraints, both grinding against 2D’s clothes cock and brushing his lips against the singer. “Then make me, why don’t you?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” 2D answered with a smile, the wide kind he only usually got when he was about to do something completely stupid. Murdoc’s stomach dropped from both excitement and fear. Stu leaned in and whispered against his ear.

“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t said that Muds...”