notjustaface | Playing House: Moving In

Playing House: Moving In

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

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It's sort of true... though lately exhaustion has been getting the better of his libido.

"Mmm... we haven't done a weight test yet..."

"Mmhmm... nothin' like a trial by fire."

Or, y'know... sex.

Now who's pushing whose buttons?

Letting out a soft groan, both hands found Murdock's jeans - pushing just inside the waistband of his boxers.

"You drive a hard bargain..." he sighs, looking around the warm afternoon. "But we leave the windows open to scare our neighbors?"

"Mmm, that's not the only thing that's hard."

It's all Face's fault. He brings out this side of him.

"Deal."

"Race you back down?" He cocks an eyebrow, not entirely quick to let go of his hold on his partner.

"You're on."

He kisses him softly before heading for the stairs.

"But no head starts!"

"You've already got a head start on me, babe..." He growls playfully, sprinting toward the open door.

There'll be time for the roof. There'll be a whole month to do anything they can anywhere they can.

"Maybe I'll let you win again," he laughs as Face catches up to him outside their door.

"Let me win?" He asks, pressing tight against Murdock's back as he opens the door - pushing him inside.

"What's the prize?"

"It's a surprise," he grins, tugging at Face's waistband. "Why don't you unwrap it and find out?"

"Mmm, still keeping big packages in your pants?" He chuckles into a groan, kissing him again before tugging hard at Murdock's jeans to pop open the button.

"I dunno whether to kiss you or smack you for that pun," he snorts as he pushes his pants down. "Though I guess that is a compliment."

"Pants around your ankles..." He drops down to his knees, looking up with an even more wild grin; "...better not smack too hard."

He can't help licking his lips, nipping at Murdock's belly playfully.

He settles for running his hands through his partner's hair, holding on tight.

"Tsk. Haven't even made it to the bed. Pretty sure that's cheating."

There's a lot to hold on to, and it's not at all dissuading him from tugging Murdock's shorts down with his teeth.

"Just call it warming up..." he murmurs, nibbling just below his belly button.

He huffs out a breath as he grazes the sensitive skin near his hip.

"If this is the warm-up I can't wait for the main event."

"Oh, I think it's a long one tonight... multi-parter..." he growls against Murdock's thighs, tugging down his shorts in a fast pull.

"We've got time."

And privacy and each other.

Nibbling gently, he presses hard kisses against his thick inner thighs - nosing up against his manhood with a wide grin.

"I like the sound of that housewarming party."

He moans as Face nudges up against him, drinking in the touches and kisses on the tender flesh.

"Thought you might..." He looks up with a wide grin, licking over his sac.

It's a slow tenderness, the sort reserved for when he knows nobody's gonna walk in on them and their phones are turned off for the day.

"God I love you..." he murmurs, nibbling gently. "You have no idea how much."

"I think I got some idea..."

It's not just love he sees as he looks at his lover kneeling in front of him, it's an ultimate expression of trust.

Even in the moment, that soft approval warms him - he can't help but press more kisses against his inner thighs.

He means it, every word. Even if he can't say it without some sort other activities involved.

"Mine..." he murmurs, biting gently into the supple skin before kissing back up around the base of his cock almost worshipful.

"All yours baby... every bit."

He gasps as the gentle bite leaves a brief mark on his skin, before Face's mouth around him makes everything good.

"That's my boy..." He murmurs against a thick nest of curls digging his nails until Murdock's thighs.

All tongue and lips, he takes him straight down his throat, swallowing hard. It's a well honed talent - with something even deeper behind it.

He doesn't hesitate to express his appreciation, vocally and enthusiastically.

"God... you're so beautiful."

Part of him wants to pull back and crack a joke along the lines of 'especially with your dick in my mouth?' but he keeps it to himself, focusing instead on dragging his tongue languidly up the thick veined underside of his manhood.

Rubbing at his partner's hips encouragingly, he lifts his eyes again to offer a warm look.

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