It wasn’t impossible that Ricky WASN’T making fun of him, in some harmless way. But if he was, it would be just the nature of things; for someone like him. It’s sometimes hard NOT to see some things as being simple, after so long experiencing the extraordinary, everything becomes ordinary. But - it wasn’t a thing to be impressed by. Not to him at least. Maybe it was just his own warped self-esteem issues, but he often thought of knowledge as being more of a curse then anything. In the end though - it didn’t even really matter. Murdoc, to him, was a lot more interesting then most of the people he met.
Especially any of his alternates. Who often thought of themselves as being better then everyone else, while pretty much simultaneously hating themselves in a vicious cycle of emotional depravity. In the end, it was THAT which he found to be truly boring…
His point was proven, the moment Murdoc explained himself for being so blunt about wanting to have sex. It honestly… surprised him. Not so much because Murdoc struck him as the sort to not give a shit - but because really, Riccardo didn’t often get ASKED if he wanted something or not. Even sex - something he himself always thought about in a very casual sense. It still meant something that Murdoc bothered. His brows furrowed, and he LOOKED as surprised as he felt, despite himself… “O-Oh - okay. Well - then… yeah.” He smiled, a genuine one he rarely showed nowadays.
His eyes dragged down lazily towards the other mans inverted cross necklace, having only really JUST noticed it, he let out a sort of GIGGLE at the notion that SATAN would want him as a sacrifice. If such a being existed, then it’d certainly already KNOW that he’d be meeting it in the after-life anyways. But as it were, Riccardo wasn’t really concerned either way. “N-Nah. Not that. Someone’s religion d-doesn’t really make ‘em a killer. Hell. I’m not even religious… you never know what someone’s capable of.” He smirked, amused ever-more by the thought. Anyone had potential to be a murderer. Nobody was worth trusting enough to think that they couldn’t do it, if the time arose…
He’d almost FORGOTTEN about putting his hand on Murdoc’s thigh. While his tolerance for liquor was obscenely high, and he was perfectly capable of cognizant thought right now, his fingers still twitched when he felt a hand ontop of his own. He looked back up at the other mans face, his breath catching when he felt those words against his ear and could feel the heat from Murdoc’s face - so close. If the words themselves weren’t enough, Murdoc HAD to know what his voice alone could do to a person… Tingles drifted through his nervous system, making him feel warm from his chest to his ears.
Riccardo pulled away some from the other man, looking into his eyes, specifically on his ruby red orb, making him feel transfixed, especially in his loosened and buzzed state. He cracked another sharp, crooked smile before leaning in and giving the other a short and sudden kiss, sighing against his lips before pressing on a little, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze as he just enjoyed it for a moment. He needed this. He didn’t know he did, but he knew now. It was almost pathetic in a way, but Riccardo wanted to be close to someone. If only for a little while.
Harmless teasing wasn’t something Mudoc was used to. When each day of his childhood used to be a war, his body became hard wired to fight. He expected the worst and had been the worst for years, even to the extent of calling people, namely 2D, the same names bullies used to call him. Violence repeated itself in a similar way, too. However, his defenses were crumbling some with age, most likely out of a fear of being left with nobody, or maybe he just wanted to live in some new, exciting, and gentler ways. Spending 53 years on this planet shouldn’t limit him. He wanted to be more than just an alcoholic tosser who hurt people.
At any rate, Ricky consenting to sex made Murdoc chuffed as chips. “Brilliant. And if you’re ever not feeling it, don’t be shy either.” Even if Ricky didn’t say anything, Murdoc would be watching for any signs of discomfort or rejection. But as things stood now, they both gave the green light. He mirrored Ricky’s smile, truly excited about what the rest of the late night (or was it early morning?) had in store for them.
He listened as Ricky giggled and explained his perspective on not associating religion––or lack thereof––with a person’s deeds. “Mmh... Some sound and refreshing rational you’ve got there. So what does that make you capable of? Did the thought ever cross your mind of butchering me and throwing my body into the ocean before the sun came up?” The question wasn’t one most would ask, but Murdoc was genuinely curious. Never mind the mental imagery of his bloody corpse. He didn’t necessarily expect a real answer from Ricky, though. The majority of people wouldn’t want to admit to fucked up thoughts, especially ones which could prove incriminating. But thoughts were thoughts. Best to let them out somehow, whether in the form of conversation or in lyrics that came out in a drug fueled, alcohol driven frenzy.
Ricky surprised Murdoc in the most wonderful way by being so affected by his flirting. He could actually see the other man blushing. The fact gave Murdoc confidence and reminded him of his glory days where he had sex with multiple groupies every night. But this seemed more special considering the lack of speed and what seemed like a modest amount of alcohol in his system.
Worry started to creep in the moment Ricky pulled back. Just as Murdoc had been about to ask if something was wrong, he noticed the way Ricky was serving him looks. The smile charmed him, but somehow Murdoc still wasn’t expecting that short kiss, which left him gasping. The subsequent, gentle squeeze on his thigh sent pleasure shooting down his spine. His hand found Ricky’s again, only this time he interlaced their fingers rather than simply resting on top of it. “Do it again,” Murdoc half-implored, half-begged, leaning in close. His lips were only a few fractions of an inch away from Ricky’s. He could have kissed the man himself, but he found another person taking control intoxicating.
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