Playing House: Moving In

[notjustaface]

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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[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

"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.

[notjustaface]

Good boy. He's doing good.

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

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

[notthatcrazy]

"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.

[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

"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."

[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

"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?"

[notjustaface]

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

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

[notthatcrazy]

"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?"

[notjustaface]

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..."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know, I know."

He times his thrusts to coincide with the stroking, drawing out the stimulation to the fullest.

"Almost there... I can feel it."

[notjustaface]

Breathing hard, he can feel the ragged breathing against his neck, shaking as he draws closer to the edge.

"Please... please..." he pants, whimpering loudly.

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah..."

He doesn't let up until the heat of his own climax catches up to him, taking him off-guard.

"God.... love you baby."

[notjustaface]

Bucking back against him as much as he can in his position, Face lets out an energetic moan - bearing down on his cock as he's filled.

"Kiss me..." he gasps, riding close to the edge. "Just kiss me me. Fucking roll me over and kiss me now."

[notthatcrazy]

He does as he's asked, kissing him fiercely.

"C'mon, baby..."

[notjustaface]

His body feels like it's on fire, he can't see Murdock but he feels him all over - rolling him onto his back with his hands pinned behind him, kissing him with gentle fierceness.

"Mmm... god yes..." he moans against his familiar lips, bucking his hips up as he skirts the edge.

[notthatcrazy]

He presses his body tight against him as he continues, leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

"Love you, Temp."

The use of his name feels right, in the warm intimacy of the moment.

[notjustaface]

He can't hold out long, not when Murdock's leaning on top of him stroking him hard and fast. The sound of his name... his real name... in that soft drawl.

"Yes..." he moans low and loud, gasping when his hips give one final thrust against Murdock's hand - struggling to push as hard as he can as he comes. "Jesus... fuck..."

[notthatcrazy]

He'll never get enough of his man in his arms, losing control in the best of all possible ways.

"That was intense."

As they both catch their breath, he reaches behind to undo the cuffs before removing the blindfold.

"There's those pretty eyes."

[notjustaface]

Breathing hard, he keeps his eyes tightly closed a long moment - practically glowing.

"Mmmmm..." he purrs, opening his eyes slowly to look straight at him. "God I fucking love you."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know," he says with no small amount of pride. "Love you too, sweetheart."

He takes his hands, kissing the knuckles as he gently rubs his wrists.

"... That was good, right? I mean, obviously it was for me, and you seemed pretty into it, but I feel like I should make sure."

[notjustaface]

"Great..." he murmurs, lifting his chin to press a kiss to his lips. "Better than great."

He kisses him again, nuzzling close. "You're beautiful."

[notthatcrazy]

"Nothin' like a blindfold to open your eyes, huh?"

He leans back against him with a contented sigh, wrapping an arm loosely around his waist.

[notjustaface]

Nuzzling against him, Face laughs - still feeling the tender ache.

"I wanted you to take charge... To know I trust you not to hurt me."