Playing House: And It All Ends Far Too Soon

[notjustaface]

His last day at work, they'll be heading out come morning, and Face is torn between the nagging voice in his head that wants to stay more than anything and the sense of duty that tells him he has to go. In the end, it's Murdock's insistence that they go keeps him moving.

He's had a few drinks when he trudges up the stairs to their small apartment and is singing an upbeat song in French when he lets himself in - trying to keep the mood as light as he can.

After hanging his jacket, he calls out proudly; "Reste avec moi pour toujours mon amour?"

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[notjustaface]

"Always..." he moans louder, rocking his hips against him as hard as he can manage at the angle.

His mouth works it's way back up to his sweet lips, kissing him hard.

"Always."

[notthatcrazy]

He kisses back, eager and a bit sloppy, just as telling as the words they're saying.

"Never gonna stop."

[notjustaface]

Pushing up with one hand braced against Murdock's shoulder for leverage - he looks straight at him, wearing a warm smile.

"Never," he echos almost breathlessly; "promise?"

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches for his free hand and places it over his chest, where he's still wearing the chain with his rings on it.

"I promise, baby."

[notjustaface]

Clasping his hand tight around the rings, he tugs gently and lets himself moan even louder.

"Christ..." the word is barely intelligible on his lips and he uses the rush to push himself even harder. "Murdock..."

[notthatcrazy]

He lets himself be pulled along, closer and closer to the edge.

"Yeah?"

He leans in to give his ear a gentle nip.

"Speak up, baby."

[notjustaface]

Gritting his teeth against the swell of pleasure, he groans out loud; "You make me crazy, baby... you know that?"

He sighs tenderly, forcing himself to slow down or lose it far too fast.

"In the best damn way."

[notthatcrazy]

He grins, running a hand through his hair.

"Crazy's kinda what I do."

[notjustaface]

Managing to form coherent words is a little difficult, but he manages to murmur; "It's a pleasure to learn from the best..."

Letting himself push back against the tender touch, he slows himself further - withdrawing completely each time he thrusts back in.

[notthatcrazy]

Coherency is overrated. At least judging by the noises he's making which manage to convey meaning just fine.

"Pleasure's all mine."

[notjustaface]

"As am I..." He moans, arching over him again as the slow and steady pace seems to suit them fine.

Kissing him hard, enjoying the passion of his kiss, Face lets out a soft moan against his mouth.

[notthatcrazy]

It's nice to be able to take things slow and easy, savoring the experience instead of having to hurry through it.

He mutters a few phrases in halting French as he reaches for him.

[notjustaface]

They've slowly gotten used to it, only to have to forget how entirely too soon. Come morning it'll be back to quick and quiet when they can get it.

Letting out a short laugh, Face grinned and asked; "Did you just say that you love shirts?""

[notthatcrazy]

"... I may have gotten that wrong."

He laughs softly, kissing him deeply.

"Like you better without your shirts."

[notjustaface]

"I know you do..." he murmurs, adding a string of of soft 'I love you' phrases in every language he can remember in his current state...

Which is actually still fairly impressive.

[notthatcrazy]

He chimes in with a few more. "I love you" in Swahili is actually fairly impressive itself.

"Love you, Temp..."

[notjustaface]

For all his tenderness, Murdock knows how to push all his buttons, and the buzz of words against his ear drags him even closer to the edge as his pace begins to lose it's even stride.

Hearing his name is enough to break it entirely, his strong shoulders squaring off as he digs in hungrily to bruise his lips - pushing himself hard and fast against his lover's hips.

[notthatcrazy]

"There's my boy."

He loves that little loss of control, as he peels back the surface layers to find what's underneath.

"Don't hold back on me, sweetheart."

[notjustaface]

He's cut nearly to the quick, not too many layers left to peel back from Murdock's privileged point of view.

"Yeah?" He groans against his kiss-bruised lips, a tremor running up his back as he pushes himself harder. "You like this, babe?"

[notthatcrazy]

"You know I do, baby."

He lets the words flow, keeping up a steady stream of encouragement that gets progressively dirtier. Face's influence, no doubt.

[notjustaface]

He can't help it, he's always been a bad influence on the somewhat-innocent.

"God you're good..." he growls, lowering his head against Murdock's shoulder, feeling the small beads of sweat building on his back. "So fucking close..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Go on, baby..."

He kisses his head, a brief tender gesture in the heat of the moment.

"I gotcha."

[notjustaface]

"Want you..." he gasps, gripping tight at Murdock's shoulder. "Please..." he shudders hard; "just take me... after..."

Breathing coming in ragged dizzy gasps, he finally lets himself go with a loud moan that only seems louder in the tiny apartment.

[notthatcrazy]

He holds him tightly, letting him calm down a bit before gently rolling him over.

"I gotcha," he repeats, slowly kissing his neck.

[notjustaface]

Clinging, pretending he's not shaking just the slightest bit, Face moans into his hair - pushing up against the familiar body on top of him.

"God yes..." he growls, wrapping his arms tightly around Murdock's chest and raking his blunted nails across his back.