Forest Porn

[notjustaface]

[Continuation of Thrift Shop Threads]

Maybe it's the lack of alone time they've had, or maybe just the fact that he's been jerking off while everyone else is asleep for a couple weeks - but the idea of pulling off the road and finding a place to park sounds like a great idea.

"There's not much in the way of a view..." He mutters under his breath, trying to keep the van on fairly level ground as they cut through the empty wooded area - if he hurt BA's new baby they'd never hear the end of it and he might end up with some broken bones.

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[notthatcrazy]

Somehow the fact that his boyfriend knows his underwear schedule is both weirdly touching and kinda hot.

"Thought I'd switch things up a little."

[notjustaface]

"I like it..." he says softly, kissing Murdock's inner thigh before working his palms against the soft white cotton. "Little bit of a surprise."

Teasing further, his fingertips slide under one tight leg opening, stroking over the warm skin as his lips find their way to the slight bulge of his cock.

[notthatcrazy]

"Gotta do somethin' to keep the magic alive," he teases, before he's rendered temporarily incapable of coherent speech.

[notjustaface]

"Oh, I'll say it's magic all right..." he grins even wider, brushing his lips over the shaft as it responds to the heat of his breath and tease of his mouth - pushing harder against the tight fabric.

"And pretty damn alive."

[notthatcrazy]

"That's all you, babe."

Tightness, warmth, friction... it's all pretty much perfect.

[notjustaface]

It's sweet, almost innocent - considering what they're doing.

"Mmmm, I will gladly take that responsibility..." he murmurs against Murdock's belly before finally seizing the tight elastic and dragging the Batman underpants down to his knees.

There's probably a snarky remark he could tack on there, but it's forced back by the sheer delight of his lips kissing down the angle of Murdock's pelvis and then the shaft of his rising cock.

[notthatcrazy]

The cool forest air mingling with the warmth of his touch makes Murdock think he had the right idea bringing them out here.

"More..." he whines.

[notjustaface]

"Now look at you..." he grins up at Murdock and drags his tongue up the underside of the warm flesh.

He can't help but be a little awed by it, by where they're at and what they're doing, and the way his breathing hitches as Face takes him in slow and easily.

[notthatcrazy]

The reverence in his eyes makes his breath catch as he inhales sharply.

"God, yes."

[notjustaface]

And it's enough, even if it is in the middle of the woods on the run and nearing the damn curfew before they have to check in with Hannibal.

His fingers curl against Murdock's hips as he takes his time with it - tickling the tip with his tongue before letting him push deeper.

[notthatcrazy]

Fortunately they didn't take as long at the store as he'd thought they would. There's enough time to take things nice and easy.

"You're awesome."

[notjustaface]

Rocking back on his knees, Face manages to laugh as the tip of his lover's cock rubs against his lips.

"Is that general praise, or just for my technique?"

The smirk and cocked eyebrow are purely for your amusement, Murdock. As is the brush of his lips and tongue over the tight skin.

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't answer at first. He's a bit preoccupied.

"... Little bit of both."

[notjustaface]

And that's worth a big reward, in the form of Face's mouth warm and insistent, drawing him in deep with several small swallows.

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches out hesitantly again, steadying himself as he runs his hand through Face's hair. The tree is solid against his back as he slowly moves forward.

[notjustaface]

Face's fingers dig in harder and a shallow moan vibrates in his throat. He loves the gentle fingers on his hair, tugging where it's grown out - urging him to indulge in something he knows well.

Warm all over despite the chill outside, he takes his time - drawing out the sensation.

[notthatcrazy]

His hands find a rhythm as they move together, petting his hair before holding on tight.

It's kind of nice, being able to go slowly, but after a while he feels the telltale signs. "Close..."

[notjustaface]

One hand pushes up hard from the curve of Murdock's hip, pushing gently against the softness of his belly as if to say 'Go for it, man - all in'. It's a power trip, drawing that husky whimper of a voice from his partner, pushing him until strong fingers tug at his hair and muscles seize and shake.

Grinning around the thick base of his cock, Face only swallows harder - driving his tongue hard and fast.

[notthatcrazy]

And it's that look, lust covering the genuine love he sees underneath, coupled with the firm touch of his hand, that finally pushes him over the edge.

"God... love you so much..."

[notjustaface]

It takes several rough swallows, tender and coupled with rumbling moans, before he rocks back on his heels again - looking more than a little like the cat who got the cream.

"I love you too." He murmurs, pushing up on his feet to brush a wet kiss against Murdock's ear.

[notthatcrazy]

It's getting very close to the time they need to be heading back, and they really shouldn't worry the others when everything about their situation is so up in the air... but all he wants to do in that moment is pull Face down onto the blanket with him.

"Knew that underwear change was gonna be good luck."

[notjustaface]

Time... time. Time could wait.

Working open his zipper with one hand as the other lingers on Murdock's chest, stroking the soft curld, Face groans against his ear; "To be fair, your chances of getting lucky with me are pretty high..."

[notthatcrazy]

"C'mere," he whispers, giving into his desire and tugging him along until they're tangled together with nothing but the treetops above them. It's starting to get on towards sunset.

"I'd say we're both pretty lucky."

[notjustaface]

Screw sunset and curfew and anything that isn't pressing kisses to Murdock's stubbly chin as he manages his own jeans and shorts down far enough to free his hardness.

"The luckiest..." he breathes, stroking himself slowly against Murdock's thigh.

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches a hand in between them to add his own counterpoint to that amazing friction.

"Feels good?"