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All Murdoc can focus on is the sound of the uneven gait following him. And the trip to the car isn't even a long one but by the time they reach it he's impatiently grabbing for the other once more, coaxing him into the backseat and eying the imploring, sheepish look thrown back as that lean body scoots inside. They don't have time for much, but he wants to enjoy seeing the other out of his mind...even for a moment. With how reactive Stuart was earlier from just a kiss...fucking Hell. It doesn't take long for them to be locked in another one, much more heated and eager than before if that were even possible.

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"After I suck you off... I'm gonna get up and cum on -your- tits, Stuart."

He's...no way, Murdoc's gonna give a blowjob?? They haven't even -done- anything and yet he's gonna....it can hardly be processed, but it's clear from a beet red face and a stutter about how someone might see them, there's a nervous frazzledness that refuses to calm down. But the older male just offers a solid kiss, a reassuring word, and a sinful drag of that insanely long tongue that's been inappropriately fantasized about along his jawline. It earns a whine, breathing odd as those hands are suddenly yanking down pants and briefs with a strength that seems to defy him. The relief from the confined tightness doesn't do much for the utter embarrassment of being so exposed.

Noodle wanted to come back to the dinky park, right to the bumper cars, but with the way she hesitates to join the line, Murdoc has a suspicion. "C'mon, didn't ya wanna ride this one first?" She frowns and with one last look around, that solidifies it. She's looking for that twink from the other day and he can't help but sigh. Why the hell is she getting attached to someone like that?

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Murdoc about to call her out when a sound starts up, over the fanfare blaring from the speakers, and he figures it'd at least be a good distraction for her. Maybe it's some kind of clown performance or something. He tries to keep her distracted as they search, tugging at her playfully, offering strange, choked noises when she does it back. But even around their silly pestering, he's distracted by that melody. It sounds like something much better than just shitty fair music.

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"Nothing better than a good time to cool your head...y'still feeling it?"

Oh, yeah. Stuart definitely forgot why they were even here in the first place. "No, I feel better....fanks fer gettin' that fer me again. Really appreciate it." Is offered earnestly, moving to stare stare down at the resting figure, settling a hand on his back. That was definitely unexpected but he can't complain at all. "I'll try to remember not to throw fings at ducks next time..."

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Murdoc is distracted by his idle thoughts, still quite pleased and perky from the orgasm. "Good...should probably find a better way to get that out anyway." Recalling the figure throwing the lighter...he had still looked incrrdibly cute even when clearly angry. The thought is probably a bit funnier than it should be. But then an idea pops up and he almost doesn't bring it up... "Ever try one of those ehh...you go to a place and you pay them to let you trash it."

Stuart refocuses his gaze with a bit more clarify but also confusion, clearly unaware of what he was talking about. "Wossat?" He asks sincerely. And Murdoc rolls his eyes before clarifying the idea of a rage room, and the pretty bastard just looks earnestly intrigued. "Dun think I even knew those kinda places exist..."

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It's quiet for a beat before Murdoc is suddenly....asking if he wanted to go with him to one of these rage rooms later that week.