Hiding his wet eyes, Face buries his face against Murdock's shoulder with a barrage of gentle kisses. He can't explain why that does it to him - that sincerity - that thing that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to wrap himself around.
Instead, he responds in the only way he knows how - tugging down the worn cotton boxers and then his own to feel raw skin against skin - hard and just a little damp.
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Date: 2013-04-30 06:22 am (UTC)Instead, he responds in the only way he knows how - tugging down the worn cotton boxers and then his own to feel raw skin against skin - hard and just a little damp.
"God..."