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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He half-shrugs and quirks an eyebrow.

"I trust you." It's not like being cuffed to a pipe by some warlord. Murdock's not the enemy.

"Might be fun... and I know you'll stop if I ask you to."

"Yeah, of course... just keep talkin', okay?"

He wants the night to be special for both of them.

He picks up a small piece of silken fabric before tossing the bag aside. "Can I...?"

"Do I ever shut up?" He smirks, eyeing the matching blindfold.

He'd bought them on a lark, something different to show that he trusted Murdock beyond having his back and his life. He trusts him not to be like the others.

"Please? I trust you, baby."

"You do... occasionally."

From what precious little Face has shared about his past, he can guess he has a history with things like this that hasn't been so loving.

"God, I love you so much... come here..."

He gently fastens the blindfold around his head before reaching for the cuffs.

Pushing up on his hands, Face offers him a gentle kiss as the dark cloth is cinched tight over his eyes, closing them instinctively.

"You're in control..." he falls back against the bed, rolling his back toward his partner with his hands clasped behind him. "I'll do anything you tell me to."

"Shhh." He gently fastens the cuffs around his wrists. "Lie back and enjoy this, baby."

He pushes him gently back onto the bed, running his hands over him before reaching behind him for the fresh bottle of lube.

"Make sure you tell me if any of this gets uncomfortable.."

Letting out a soft hiss, swallowing hard, he lets himself be guided onto his belly. It's the sensation of helplessness that does it - in reality, he knows that he's far from helpless. He could take a guy Murdock's size out without batting eye, even with his hands tied behind his back. But the illusion... that's what matters.

Knowing he's not in control.

"Yes, Sir..." he whispers, smiling as he digs his shoulders down into the mattress. "I will." On both counts.

"Good boy."

He slicks the cool gel over his fingers, letting some drip onto Face's back as he presses his fingers into the cleft of his ass.

"Talk to me, baby... tell me it feels good."

That little bit of approval is all he needs to glow warmer - he's doing it just right... pushing the right buttons.

He hisses again when he feels the slick drop on his back, dripping down his side with the curve of his muscle. "So good..." he moans, his toes curling against the bed with the fingers pushing against him.

"That's my baby..."

He lets the stream of consciousness sweet talk flow as he nudges his legs apart. "Bend your knees a little."

"Mmmhmmm... all yours..." he whines, bending his knees up underneath him to spread himself open.

"Please..."

Arching his back to rock his shoulders into a more comfortable position he nibbles his lower lip in anticipation.

That's the joy of it, he thinks, anticipating. Not being able to know for certain what was going to come next.

He settles a pillow under his hips to make things a bit easier for him before running his free hand down his thigh.

"God, you've got gorgeous legs."

It's a bit of a non-sequitur, and nothing he'd think to bring up normally, but right now he just wants to appreciate every inch of his partner's body. When they're both comfortable, he presses a finger inside him slowly, drawing the sensation out as much as he can.

The pillow surprises him even more than the gentle caress against his legs and he lets out an almost bashful laugh. He's used to being admired, but rarely up close and personal - at least not audibly.

The slow penetration draws a smile and he forces himself to relax - opening easily to him.

"God yes..." he sighs, nibbling his lower lip. "More."

The warm laughter makes him catch his breath unexpectedly. Knowing that Face feels loved and cared for, knowing that he's worthy of that trust, is quite a rush.

"Anything you want, darlin'." He lets the southern drawl go, more pronounced like it always is when he gets really emotional. He continues stretching him, adding a second finger next to the first as he leans down to press a kiss to his back.

Whimpering with the gentle brush of the kiss contrasted against the familiar stretch, he gasps out loud.

"God..."

His thighs shake slightly and he drives his shoulders back against the mattress, lifting his ass even higher.

"Love you so much..."

"I know, I love you too... you're bein' so good..."

He continues the gentle touches, wanting to feel connected to him in every possible way as he finally finishes stretching him.

"You ready?"

It's not really a necessary question, but with the blindfold communication seems more important.

Good boy. He's doing good.

The praise elicits a reaction nothing else really can. Unmediated praise and appreciation.

"Please..." he whispers; "Please Sir."

"It's all for you, darlin'... all you."

He pushes in deliberately slowly, keeping up the steady chatter of encouragement and loving words until he's fully inside him.

Part of him had expected to beg more, to practically break down to get what he wanted - but feeling the slow push filling him was infinitely better.

"Fuck.... yes..." he groans, staring at the thick fabric blindfold as his hands clutched into small fists - unable to move too much.

"Harder..."

"Easy..."

He runs a palm down his lover's side as his thrusts increase in pace and intensity. He's not going to make this harder on him.

"So good, babe."

Never easy, but definitely enjoyable.

Face shivers, taking each easy thrust with a low moan.

"Yes..." he hisses between clenched teeth - bearing down for each push. "You're in charge, baby... all you..."

"Uh-uh..."

He may be in charge, but they're in this together. He kisses his shoulder again as a brief reminder.

"You're my co-pilot, remember?"

The kiss tickles and almost burns, the scratch of his stubble making his skin ache.

"Mmmhmm... yes Sir!" He groans loudly, "Yes."

"That's my boy."

He digs his fingernails into Face's hips momentarily before reaching down to stroke his straining length.

"You are eager, aren't ya?"

Shuddering with the warm sting of nails against his skin, he lets out a small yelp coupled with an even louder moan.

"Uh-huh," he whimpers, arching his back when the familiar hand grips him tight. "Need it..."

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