Learn the Steps/Wear My Ring

[notjustaface]

It's an ambitious plan, but then again most of theirs are and it's not exactly the first time they've infiltrated a cruise ship. They can only hope it goes better than the last.

The day before departure, Face has procured uniforms for Hannibal and BA (porter and security respectively) as well as full vacation wardrobes for himself and his - well, for the duration of the trip - fiancee. He'd never heard of it, but apparently one of the big liners had set up a running gig performing bulk gay weddings at sea - symbolic, of course, but according to the CEO big business and always busy.

The "lucky couple" would be posing as soon-to-be newlyweds as the team investigated a known smuggler that had booked passage under pretense even more flimsy than theirs. If they caught her and her partner in crime, it was one more underworld link severed and a significant paycheck they pretty much needed to stay afloat given the expenses they've managed to rack up.

Still, there were things they had to do to prepare for the trip.

Knocking on the door to their shared hotel room, Face flashed his best smile; "Knock, knock - I hear you're in here all by yourself."

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[notthatcrazy]

It's pretty intense for him too, even though he's not on the receiving end.

"Anything, baby."

[notjustaface]

"My line..." he murmurs, feeling his muscles slowly relax in the warm afterglow.

"If I beg would you fuck me?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Hmm, maybe..."

He grins, softly kissing the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"If you ask real nice."

[notjustaface]

"I can be nice..." he grins wickedly, letting out another soft groan.

His tongue begs in German, French, half-wrong Mandarin until finding English right at the tip; "Please... I need you?"

[notthatcrazy]

He's such a showoff. The tangle of foreign words does things to him, and he knows it.

"Yes..."

He wraps an arm around his waist, sucking marks into his neck as he reaches for his bag.

[notjustaface]

Showing off can get you in some amazing places, even rolling onto his back and letting Murdock's solid weight settle on top of him. He'll have to shower quick before heading to the tux shop, but it's totally worth it.

"Like this... close."

[notthatcrazy]

At this point they'll be lucky to make it to that appointment.

"Yeah... so good..."

He finds what he's looking for in the bag and flips the cap on the tube, spreading slick gel over his fingers

[notjustaface]

Maybe ten minutes late... okay, twenty.

He's eager, maybe a little too eager and bucks his hips against his lover with a low growl.

"Take charge, Captain. Show me who's boss."

[notthatcrazy]

Thirty if they both decide to jump in the shower together.

"That's 'show me who's boss, sir.'"

There's a gleam in his eyes as he smacks him lightly on the hip, wasting no time in getting them both ready.

[notjustaface]

"Oh God!" He growls at the playful swat, warming easily to the slick fingers sliding against him, inside him, becoming part of him.

"YES SIR!"

A laugh lodges itself in his throat, it'd be utterly ridiculous if he wasn't so turned on.

[notthatcrazy]

Oh, it's still pretty ridiculous.

"You can laugh if you want."

He's laughing under his breath himself. Face is so obviously ready for him that it's not long before he's sliding fully inside of him.

[notjustaface]

Oh no, no laughing - not when his fingers are gripping muscular shoulders and he's pulling Murdock even closer as he tries like hell not to get hard again or they'll be there all afternoon.

"Yes..." he grunts, letting it trail off to a dull hiss. "Harder..."

His breathing hitches as the angle drives hard against him; "Sir..."

[notthatcrazy]

He picks up the pace as he pushes into him, murmuring several expletives in multiple languages.

"Tell me how much you want it."

[notjustaface]

The slight waver in Murdock's voice does just as much for him as the order, and nearly more than the amazing fullness that's driving him into the mattress.

"So fucking bad..." he groans, eyes half lidded. "I want you. Now. Always. God."

[notthatcrazy]

"Oh yeah..."

He digs his fingers into Face's hips, breath ragged as he thrusts harder.

"Close.... don't stop talking."

[notjustaface]

"Yeah!" He growls, closing his eyes just long enough to get his bearings before looking straight up into the warm depth of his lovers - how many times had he seen them like this and been everywhere at once? Not just having sex - really, really amazing sex - but making a connection in the only way he knows how.

"Come on..." he breathes, bucking his hips into each hard stroke. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't stand straight."

[notthatcrazy]

It's a good connection.

"God... you are shameless."

That's a good thing. Mostly.

He presses in deliberately carefully, trying to draw out the amazing feeling of being in control like this.

[notjustaface]

"Mmmm..." he half-laughs, the playful tease almost more than he can handle.

"Shameless would be if I told you I want the tailor to see the amazing bruises you leave behind."

And he is. Totally and completely. In the best possible way.

[notthatcrazy]

Totally and utterly shameless.

"The hickey's not enough for ya, huh?"

He smacks him again, slightly less gently. He's not gonna last much longer.

[notjustaface]

And there's that low, guttural moan again - the warm sting of a palm radiating across his thigh where he can already feel the fingertip bruises cutting in.

"Gimme everything you got, babe - don't you hold out on me now."

[notthatcrazy]

He adds his voice to the growl as he thrusts fully into him, clawing at his shoulders as he tips over the edge.

"God..."

[notjustaface]

"Yes..." his fingers dig even deeper against Murdock's shoulders; "God yes..."

He's hard again and aching, but it's nothing a cold shower won't fix.

"God you're sexy."

[notthatcrazy]

After a few moments to catch his breath he moves back up next to him, pressing soft kisses to the marks he's left.

"You're pretty hot yourself."

[notjustaface]

Still breathing in jagged groans, Face nuzzles back against him with a wide, soppy grin.

"Love you, baby. You know that, right?"

He closes his eyes, brushing kisses against Murdock's forehead - simply letting himself enjoy the moment.

[notthatcrazy]

"I know, darlin'."

He takes his hand in both of his and presses a kiss to his ring finger, running a thumb over the fading scars on his knuckles.

"Love you too."