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Bored, brooding eyes stared in the full body mirror before Stuart. From head to toe, the look was complete. Heels adorned his feet and added a few extra inches to his already monstrous height. They looked nice. Black and sleek, as Murdoc had insisted on a little luxury for the occasion. Along his legs were tight sheer stockings that were just about getting on his last nerve the way they kept riding up (forcing him to keep picking at a wedgie that wasn’t going to let up) all the way to his slim waist, hidden underneath a fitted strapless corset.
It was the real deal. Collar, bowtie, cuffs, and on top of his head sat two long bunny ears attached to a headband. He pulled it off as though he were made to wear it. Just like Murdoc said he would.
This was so stupid .
Angrily, he picked at the stockings again, turning around to get a better look at his reflection and sneering at the reminder that there was a little ball of fluff pinned to his ass.
Fucking stupid .
The shifting nearly made him lose his balance on his heels and he clung to the mirror to keep himself from falling. From behind him, the bathroom door swung open and he turned his head, only to be greeted by a fully dressed Murdoc.
His costume was a lot less elaborate, but not any less opulent. Of course, he had gotten himself an honest to God smoking jacket that was almost an exact replica of Hugh Hefner’s, down to the velvet lining. His hair was neatly tucked beneath a captain’s hat. From his mouth hung a pipe, stuffed with pot as far as 2D could tell.
They matched. It brought a grin to Murdoc’s face.
“Nice look, bunny .”
2D huffed and turned back to the mirror. Color flooded his cheeks in an angry, embarrassed blush.
“Shut up. Why did you get to be Hugh Hefner? ‘S my fuckin’ hat anyway..”
Murdoc propped himself beside 2D, bringing him in by his waist. The heels did not help their height difference in the slightest, Stuart towering even more so than usual over him.
“Because you lost the bet. Besides, you got the legs for this.”
As Stuart crossed his arms, Murdoc stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout, resting his face against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Come now, don’t be like that.”
He pulled out his phone to turn on the camera. “This one’s for us. Would it kill you to smile? You look great.”
When 2D glanced down at him, Murdoc stole a quick kiss from the tips of his toes. Only then did he smile for the picture Murdoc wanted. Click .
“Alright, Peter Cottontail, time to get a move on, Russ and Noodle are impatiently waiting.”
Grabbing his own phone off the bathroom counter, Stuart checked his notifications once more, letting himself be dragged out of the bathroom by Murdoc’s less than gentle grip.
“For fuck’s sake, no more rabbit puns, alright?”
-
The evening went on. A normal party filled with the average amount of drugs, sex, and dancing. A lot of the guests found their matching costumes absolutely charming, and as it turned out 2D ended up having a great time.
And how could he not?
The people of the party absolutely fawned over him. Together, they were a couple’s costume, but apart, 2D made quite the playmate. He was hounded with questions about when Playboy would interview him for an issue, if he’d ever posed for the magazine in general, where he got the costume. 2D’s personal favorite comment of the night was when a gorgeous redhead told him how form fitting the costume was, how it really brought out his godlike physique.
It incensed Murdoc to no end.
Sure, it was his idea. Sure, he insisted that 2D dress as a Playboy bunny. But that was before he’d known that people were going to drool over him like this. This was for him to enjoy. That costume was for him. Stuart was his .
He watched all night as 2D was swept up by the waves of flattery. Being invited to dance, getting asked for pictures, having drink after drink shoved in his hand, which loosened him up completely. Giggly, flirtatious, loaded, and really embracing how he looked, 2D was out of control.
It made Murdoc grit his teeth. He knew just what Stuart needed.
After pushing through a crowd of people admiring what was his, Murdoc got back to 2D, sitting at a couch with two girls (who were in matching costumes of the twins from The Shining ) on either side of him. His eyes lit up with glee and a wide, toothy grin spread across his lips.
“Hey, you disappeared when we were dancing.. Where’d you go?”
“I went for a quick drink.”
The two ladies laughed and Stuart unwrapped his arms from around them, only to make grabby hands at Murdoc. “Sit with us…”
Murdoc took the opportunity of his outstretched arms to drag 2D to his feet, where he wobbled on his heels, only to fall on top of the bassist with a drunk laugh and a hiccup.
“Forceful..”
He could smell alcohol on the singer’s breath and he smiled, feigning kindness. “You’re properly sloshed, aren’t you?”
Another giggle erupted from 2D as he wrapped his long arms around Murdoc’s neck. He nodded in confirmation and laid a fat smooch onto the bassist’s cheek. “Mmhm, veryyy.”
“Ladies, if you’ll excuse us for a moment, I must talk to Stuart alone, official Gorillaz business and all..” He winked at the two drunk girls. They awed in disappointment.
“Come back soon, boys, don’t be long!” One of them called out.
As Murdoc prepared his answer, 2D squawked, “Don’t worry girls, we’ll be back!”
When he whipped his head around to make his way to the nearest bathroom, his smile dissolved into a scowl, and he roughly tugged 2D along, who could barely keep his balance on his too tall heels. Once he was met with the harsh light of a fluorescent bulb in the bathroom, the singer covered his eyes and winced. “Too bright…”
Stuart barely had time to register Murdoc pinning him against the sink with his hips as he slammed the door shut behind them, making sure to lock it.
“Made quite a show of yourself out there. You want to tell me what you were doing sandwiched between the Grady sisters?”
A pair of hands adorned with cufflinks reached back to grab at Murdoc’s hair. “Jealous much? I-I wasn’t going to do anything, not w’thout you.”
“Leave it to a little alcohol to get you this sleazy, tossing yourself into a sea of blokes and birds who are just dyin’ for a slice of what’s mine..”
Murdoc buried his face into the crook of 2D’s neck, his long tongue pouring out of his mouth to leave a trail of saliva along the smooth skin, his hand tightly gripping at the singer’s ass. It made the younger man shudder.
“Hmmm… You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
A rough, calloused hand wrapped itself around the singer’s throat and squeezed. Stuart felt his boyfriend’s hardening cock press against his ass through the stockings.
“The costume really does suit you. It’s a shame I’m gonna have to tear it off.”
The comment sent a little shiver up Stuart’s spine but he could only respond with a grin. Another hand roughly seized the little zipper on the back of the costume where he found a few dollars tucked in. He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, well, someone’s certainly been a busy bunny. What’s this, Stuart?”
He forced 2D to face the mirror, hand firmly gripping his chin as he held up the bills where the younger man could see them in the reflection.
“I-it’s nothing.. Just a little fun, I was dancing with some people… They thought it would be funny to give me a tip.”
“A tip, eh?”
He carelessly tossed the money to the ground and continued his work, sliding the zipper down quickly before shoving his hands into the costume to yank it down.
“Murdoc, be careful…”
“Looks like you changed your tune about the costume since this evening. Ended up fancying the threads I bought for you?”
2D shimmied the costume off his legs and stayed silent.
“Stuart, I asked you a question.”
“Everyone thought I looked nice. Thought it was silly at first but I really liked it…”
Murdoc took in the view of his shivering boyfriend, clad only in those sheer stockings and bunny ears. It drove him wild with desire and he couldn’t help but gently grope at the other’s pert ass.
“It really does look nice, but when are you going to realize I hate sharing?”
Black nails sunk into the delicate material of the leggings and he tore it in half, exposing the soft skin beneath it. He laughed softly when he spread his ass apart and noticed a familiar, bright blue plug stuck deep inside of him.
“Looking to get lucky, rabbit?”
“J-Just thinkin’ ahead..”
His lips parted with a low moan as Murdoc pushed it in deeper.
“Very good.. Such a good boy for me, isn’t that right, Stuart?”
With another prod, 2D nodded his head eagerly, the bunny ears moving to and fro. It was truly adorable. His reaction prompted the bassist to pull the plug out gently, much to 2D’s chagrin, as evident from his needy whines.
“What’re you complaining for? Don’t you want something bigger?”
Behind him, 2D could hear him undoing his belt and pants, followed by the sound of fabric hitting the ground. Murdoc lowered his boxers and hissed at the feeling of the cold air. Holding out a hand in front of his face, he spat into his palm twice, collecting a generous amount of saliva.
“It’s a good thing you prepared yourself, otherwise I’d be goin’ a capella with nothin’ but spit.”
He stroked himself slow, coating his dick in all that he could. He tugged back in his foreskin gently, pushing it back and guiding the head of his cock against 2D’s ass, as he pressed himself into his hole. The poor boy glanced back at him with a needy expression, mouthing ‘please’ breathlessly.
“Don’t you worry, I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving..”
With a deep roll of his hips, Murdoc was completely inside of him, drawing another pathetic moan from the younger man. The bassist pulled back in an experimental thrust, closing his eyes in pleasure as he adjusted to the feeling.
“More, please, please..”
“Tch.”
Murdoc scowled and grabbed a fistful of Stuart’s blue hair, yanking his head roughly as he set a quick pace. The singer’s legs wobbled. Head held back, the bunny ears flopped back helplessly and bounced every time Murdoc pushed into him.
“Look at you, giving me orders. You’re lucky I’m even letting you have my cock with the way you’ve behaved all night.”
“Y-Yessir, sorry - ”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ should be.”
He hissed again and brought his lips closer to the singer’s ear, all the while wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady.
“Yer nothin’ but a slutty little pretty boy who loves to flaunt his arse around to complete fuckin’ strangers .”
2D’s eyes remained closed as Murdoc fucked him harder and he nodded again, earning him a chuckle. The older man held him tighter, setting a much more relentless pace that left both of them panting.
The singer gripped the sides of the sink and he grinned with pleasure, pushing his hips back for more. The older man slowed down significantly, accentuating his words with his thrusts as he spoke.
“I wanna hear you say it.”
“H-Hmm?”
“ Hm? Hm? Are you deaf ? Or have the braincells been fucked out of you already? Tell me how much you fuckin’ love this.”
2D gasped as Murdoc sped up again. “God, I-I love it, I fuckin’ love it, love how good you feel inside me..”
“Are you grateful?”
“S-So, hah, grateful.. So fuckin’ grateful, I needed this, I need you, ffffuck - !”
“Yeah, I’ll say you fuckin’ needed this, say that you’re mine.”
Stuart’s voice caught in his throat, and he could hardly make out any words through his moans.
“Ohh, fuck, fuck, that’sss, haah,” he panted, “fuck me, Murdoc, harder, please - !”
Heeding his request, Murdoc pounded him harder, letting go of his hair to lay a sharp smack onto his boyfriend’s ass, hard enough to leave a stinging, red handprint.
“Tell me you’re mine, pretty boy, tell me no one fucks you this good.”
“Nnnno one fuckss me this good, fuckin’ hell, Murdoc!”
Gripping his slender hips hard enough to bruise, Murdoc pinned 2D against the sink while the younger man held on for dear life. Nearing his own completion, he stroked his cock in time with the other’s thrusts.
“Such a good fuckin’ boy for me.. My dirty little bunny. You take it so well.”
“Yours, I’m your good boy, all yours - ”
Murdoc trailed kisses along the younger man’s back and shoulders, stopping at the crook of his neck to bite down hard, moaning low at the taste of the other’s blood and sweat on his tongue. He pulled away, leaving a mark that was too dark to even try to hide.
In the back of his mind, 2D was relieved they were at a party, where the music was loud enough to shake the house and mask their combined noises. The headband with the bunny ears began to slip off his head and they tumbled onto the floor unceremoniously.
“God, ‘D, I’m gonna cum - “
He repeated this over and over, his thrusts becoming frantic, occasionally losing his rhythm but never once stopping. Stuart, meanwhile, didn’t stand a chance before he came in thick spurts, covering his hand and even staining his leggings. 2D reached a free hand back and stared his boyfriend in the eyes with a pleading look through their reflections in the mirror, moaning loudly in his own orgasm.
“I-Inside...”
A long tongue lolled out of Murdoc’s mouth and he bared his teeth at that, gripping onto his thighs with a long, drawn out groan as he released inside him, filling him up with his cum.
When he pulled out, Stuart was a mess.
Stepping back to admire the damage, he nearly fell onto his ass, but he caught himself on the wall. It was beautiful. Black corset discarded around his heels, his stocking ripped with several runs in the fabric down the legs, back still arched, cum dripping down between his thighs, and a nice, bright blush on his face in the mirror. Not to mention the hickey prominent on his neck.
It was a work of art. There was no way he’d walk out without being noticed. The once pristine look ruined by none other than Murdoc Niccals himself. A wave of pride washed over him. No one else could ever make 2D look like this.
“Wonder what those two birds would think of you now.”