If there were clothes involved, a shirt would be wrapped tightly in his fist to facilitate a solid, properly wall slamming kiss - just to make up for that shy little peck. Instead, he lets the rapidly dwindling bar slip between his palm and Murdock's chest, leaving him to scrub his fingertips through the coarse hair.

"More like this..." he murmurs, pushing him back against the wet tile. It's not even a breath before he kisses him slow and gently, tasting the strange tang of curry and bubble gum from their lunch and somehow - cow.

No matter. It was definitely not a problem.

His tongue sweeps over Murdock's lips and across his tongue, and then he breaks away with the same sure smirk. "Much better."