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fuzipenguinTitle: Progression
Fandom: The A-Team (2010 movie reboot)
Author: FuziPenguin
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2589
Summary: Face and Murdock have just begun the sexual aspect of their relationship and for the first time, really get to explore one another. Face is less than pleased with how quiet Murdock is. Prompted from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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a_team_kink - middle of page 9 to be exact.
Warnings: Slight hint of dom/sub, spanking, rimming
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No harm was intended in the creation of this work. All rights belong to the original creators.
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It’s a new thing, what he and Murdock have. New and still not fully explored; mostly handjobs and frenzied kissing while they have spare moments between themselves. These moments have been rare, and Face hadn’t been surprised when Murdock bit his lip and choked back his moans. Despite all the times that he drapes himself over his team mates, Face knows there are certain things Murdock likes to keep to himself. And honestly, Face kinda likes being one of those things.
This, though. This is just unacceptable. Face and Murdock have a hotel room to themselves, and it’s pretty nice. Thick, plush carpeting and clean, soft sheets. BA and Hannibal are sharing another room a floor beneath and down the hallway from their room. Despite the solitude, however, Murdock still barely makes a noise as his long, thick cock pulses and erupts down Face’s throat.
Face swallows the ejaculate down, tongue swirling over and under the sensitive head to catch every last drop. He strokes the still hard base, eyes darting upwards to see Murdock’s head thrown back, mouth open to take in large gulps of air.
Releasing Murdock’s cock, Face leans back on his heels and examines the man in front of him. Murdock’s cargoes and boxers have slipped down around his calves, yanked from his waist by Face’s frenzied hands moments earlier. The layers of shirts have been pushed up to expose the lean line of Murdock’s belly and softening prick. His fingers are still clenched tightly into the bedcovers at the edge of the bed.
He’s gorgeous, and if Face has anything to do about it, Murdock’s going to be screaming Face’s name so loudly the whole hotel can hear, the rest of the team be damned. Face surges up between Murdock’s spread legs, capturing the man’s chin with his fingers so that he can devour that tempting mouth in a gasping, wet kiss.
“Mmm, Facey… good,” Murdock murmurs dazedly, as Face trails down Murdock’s neck with nipping teeth. Face pushes the leather jacket off the pilot’s shoulders and tosses it to the other queen sized bed. Murdock’s slim fingers delve beneath the unzippered edges of Tempeleton’s pants to smooth over damp heat.
“Want to taste you too, Temp,” Murdock whispers, “Better than anti-freeze marinade, I bet, better than, oomph!”
Face yanks Murdock’s hands away and pulls off all of the shirts in one impatient yank. The baseball cap goes flying in one direction, the shirts in another, leaving ruffled brown hair and wide brown eyes staring up at him. Face takes a moment to admire the tanned leanness below him before dipping his head and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He laves at it with a talented tongue for a few minutes, enjoying the harshness of Murdock’s breathing. Then Face bites down around the sensitive flesh, and the answering yelp is like music to his ears. The roll of a hip pressing a renewing hardness against his thigh is also very rewarding.
“Come on, up,” Face instructs, pulling away from his awkward crouch. Face presses his knee against Murdock’s inner thigh, and the other man flops backwards, slithering up the comforter on his elbows. As he slides past, Face removes Murdock’s shoes, letting them hit the carpet with a dull thud. The pants and boxers are tugged the rest of the way off as well, over wriggling toes in mismatched socks.
Then Face is kneeling on the bed, kneeling over Murdock’s slightly spread thighs and trailing reverent fingertips down the furred insides of his legs. Murdock makes a noise deep in the back of his throat, and Face looks up, licking his lips at the sight presented to him. Clothed in nothing by socks and old scars, Murdock is a feast laid out for a starving man.
Murdock sits up, reaching for the buttons of Face’s dress shirt, but Face grips Murdock’s wrists and forces them to the bedcovers by his head. Face’s knees spread, sliding, until his groin is flush against his partner’s, and Murdock twists beneath him with a soft moan.
“Now, Facey, that just ain’t fair,” Murdock protests while Face buries his mouth against the side of Murdock’s neck to suckle at his leaping pulse. “I’m all, ahh… naked here, and you still got all your clothes on.”
“I took my coat and tie off,” Face says before biting down hard at the straining tendon in the side of Murdock’s neck. Murdock hands spasm beneath Face’s grip, but he’s still not making enough noise for Face’s liking. He abruptly releases Murdock to sit up, slowing grinding his rock hard erection against the rapidly growing one beneath his as he unbuttons his shirt. Murdock tries to help, but Face bats his hands away and slips the silk down over his arms, tossing it on the other bed carefully.
Murdock pouts, and reclines back on his elbows, watching avidly as Face strips himself of his undershirt as well. The ends of his belt are already dangling, and it only takes seconds to whip it out of the loops on his dress pants and drop it on the floor. As the pilot watches, Face unzips his pants completely, sliding a hand under his boxers and caressing himself.
“What do you want tonight, Murdock?”
Pupils blown wide in want tear themselves away from Face’s hand to stare into his eyes instead. “You getting naked would be a start,” Murdock states, again reaching forward.
Face eludes Murdock’s grasp, ending up standing by the foot of the bed. He pushes the pants down over his hips, and then lets the black silk boxers fall. His cock springs free of the confining material, and Face can’t help the relieved sigh as some of the pressure is relieved. That sigh becomes a deep groan, however, when Murdock rolls to his knees and then his belly, diving to the end of the bed. Murdock has a hand cupped around Face’s balls before Face can even blink in surprise.
Murdock ducks his head and licks at the slit of Face’s cock, loopy grin tugging at the corners of Murdock’s mouth. “Better than anti-freeze,” he murmurs, so low Face almost doesn’t it hear over the rush in his ears as Murdock parts his lips to take the head of Face’s erection on his tongue.
Face doesn’t think Murdock has done this before; he’s all fumbling hands and drool at the corner of his mouth. But God, he’s so damn eager, humming happily in the back of his throat, eyes closed in what looks like bliss. Face could come like this, in just a few more seconds. The vibrations, the heat, the sheer adoration beaming up at him from between slitted eyelids is like the strongest aphrodisiac on the planet. But there’s still more he has planned for Murdock, and Face can wait a little longer.
He tightens the grip he unconsciously had wound through Murdock’s hair and tugs until Murdock releases him with a whine. “Noooo,” the pilot protests, fingers scrabbling against Face’s hips in an attempt to pull him back. Face has a hard time, a real hard time, stepping away from those swollen, wet lips and reaching hands, but he somehow manages it. Face flashes Murdock a smirk, toeing off his loafers and pulling his feet through his pants legs.
“I thought you wanted me naked?”
“Face…” Murdock trails off, letting his eyes wander over the body standing in front of him. Face lets him ogle for a second or two and then he is pushing Murdock onto his back and straddling him again. This time, he lines their cocks up, hissing as the now fully hardened flesh slides against his own. He leans over, licking at Murdock’s mouth as a groan bursts forth.
“Oh… oh, Face…. that’s…” Murdock murmurs, biting his lower lip when Face pulls back an inch to watch his partner’s face.
“That’s what?” Face asks, rolling to the side slightly to thumb at the nipple he had bitten earlier. A shudder runs through the man beneath him, and his eyes pop open.
“Muy bueno,” Murdock gasps. The man’s hands grip Face’s hips and dig in, and when Face thrusts forward again, so does Murdock. Face nearly sees stars as their cocks slip against one another.
Murdock is saying something, rapid-fire pleas in Spanish interspersed with… Dutch? Face can’t quite tell, only that the man’s voice is getting loud in Face’s ear, and he can’t stop grinning, even through the waves of pleasure rising through his spine. Murdock babble is sweet, sweet music, but it’s not quite where he wants Murdock to be, so with every ounce of strength he possesses, he pushes down on Murdock’s hands and rolls off him and away.
For an instant there is silence, except for their harsh panting. Then… “What the Hell?” Murdock spits angrily.
Face grins up at the ceiling and then pushes himself up. “On your knees,” he commands.
Murdock is glaring, chest shiny with sweat, and panting heavily. For an instant, Face is almost worried; the darkness in Murdock’s gaze is rare, prompted by old hurts. But trust wins out, and grumbling softly, Murdock flips over and rises up on his knees.
“Shoulda figured ya for a kinky bastard, Facers,” Murdock’s drawl is his own, and purposely heavier than normal.
“Who’s the kinky one? The one giving the orders, or the one following them?” Face retorts, moving to kneel behind Murdock’s upturned ass, and slapping the left cheek.
Murdock buries his face into the comforter with a muffled ‘fuck!’ as Face soothes the reddened area with light fingers. Face drapes himself over Murdock’s back so that he can whisper into his ear.
“Something I should know about, Murdock?” he asks, licking at the shell of the ear beneath his lips. He hits the other ass check and then slips a hand between Murdock’s quivering thighs to heft the heavy ball sack in his palm. As he rolls the testicles between his fingers, he begins to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses down Murdock’s spine, starting at the nape of his neck.
When Face descends to the level of Murdock’s lower back, he diverts slightly to nip at and then finally sink his teeth deep into the rounded flesh he’s been admiring for months now. Murdock squawks at the harsh sting, twitching beneath Face’s grip, but stills when the hand tightens around his balls. Face immediately smoothes over the teeth marks with this tongue, dampening the flesh and then blowing warm air in a stream across it. Face watches in amusement as goose bumps break out over Murdock’s back.
“Cold?” Face murmurs.
Murdock’s answer is only a loud groan as Face’s grip transfers to Murdock’s erection and twists down the length of it. His hips buck forward into Face’s hand, rock hard cock sticky with pre-cum. Thighs sliding open shamelessly, Murdock drops a few more inches to the bed and Face administers another smack, loving the way his handprint stands out against the pale skin.
While Murdock is distracted with the hand on his cock, Face takes the opportunity to palm one ass check, slightly spreading it to the side, and lowering his mouth to the tiny, puckered hole revealed by his actions.
And finally, finally, Murdock explodes. “Holy fucking Cessna!” he howls, dropping from his palms to his elbows, unable to keep from squirming beneath Face’s probing tongue. “Face, don’t… yes… Jesus flying monkeys!”
Murdock’s twitching body obviously can’t decide if it would rather be further into the encircling grip of Face’s fingers or arching back against Face’s agile tongue. Face continues driving Murdock higher and higher, until the man is rocking back and forth making agonized whimpers. Then he slaps Murdock’s ass one last time and lowers himself over Murdock’s back.
Face’s cock fits quite snugly beneath the ass cheeks that Face had so thoroughly licked and with one shallow thrust, Murdock is shaking beneath him. Face reaches around Murdock’s waist to take control once more of his bobbing cock. With one slide of his wrist, Murdock sobs out Face’s name and bucks back against Face’s hips.
“Facefaceface,” Murdock chants, squirming in all sorts of delicious ways. His arms are quivering from the strain of Face’s weight and the sensations running through him, but he just braces himself and throws his head back. Face licks at the exposed line of neck, mouthing just behind his ear, and suddenly Murdock lets out a whine.
“No. No, stop. Like before,” Murdock is squirming again, but this time, he’s trying to get out from under Face. Caught in the amazing friction of his cock against Murdock’s ass, Face takes a few moments before he realizes what Murdock is doing.
“Wha...? What’s wrong?” Face rolls off Murdock quickly, suddenly terrified that he’d done something wrong. Murdock has a long, troubled history, a lot of which Face doesn’t know about, and he’d be devastated if he’d kick started some old fear.
Murdock is on his side now, reaching for Face, practically melting against his body. A shaking hand aligns their erections and strokes down both of them. “Want to see you,” Murdock explains, landing small, darting kisses across Face’s jaw, mouth, nose, anywhere he can reach. Face relaxes into Murdock’s grip as he finally understands.
“God, yes,” Murdock pants, staring into Face’s eyes, gaze so open it makes Face’s heart twist.
Face is trembling at Murdock’s total look of abandon, shaggy hair flying everywhere, and pupils so huge that only the slightest bit of color remains. His mouth hangs open to gasp for breath, and Face fits his own lips over the other man’s. No finesse now, just sloppy, intertwining tongues, nipping and sucking.
Face’s hand joins Murdock’s, wringing moans from both of them. He squeezes the shafts in his grip, and Murdock bucks forward, whining deep in his chest. It’s so, so good, and Face can only press his forehead against Murdock’s and hold on for the ride.
Murdock shudders suddenly, eyes squeezing shut. “Face… Temp…!” he howls, nearly deafening Face, as Murdock’s cock erupts messily over their stomachs. Aided by the slickness between their cocks, it only takes Face a few pumps of his hips, before he too is coming, Murdock’s cries ringing in his ears.
They slump together, breathing heavily. Murdock is making quiet, little contented noises in the back of his throat, constantly shifting and trying to get even closer to Face. He chuckles quietly and gently pushes the other man back.
“Don’t pout at me, Murdock. We’re going to end up stuck together if we don’t clean up,” Face admonishes.
“Is that such a bad thing?” Murdock looks up at Face from his back, limbs sprawled loosely, eyelids fluttering with exhaustion.
“Well, Hannibal might have something to say about it,” Face remarks.
Murdock mumbles something about Siamese twins and rocket launchers as Face wets a washcloth and cleans himself up at the small hotel sink. He rinses the cloth out and pads back to Murdock to see that he’s already curled up around a pillow, gently snoring. Face smiles fondly and rolls Murdock away from the pillow, quickly swiping away the evidence of their recent sexual escapades.
Murdock barely wakes up, only cracks an eye long enough to identify Face and to pull him down onto the bed into a patented Murdock-octopus embrace. As the pilot snuffles contentedly into his neck, Face has to wonder how much noise he’ll make with something a little bigger than a tongue in his ass. Face finally falls asleep, thinking about the possibilities.
~ End
Fandom: The A-Team (2010 movie reboot)
Author: FuziPenguin
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2589
Summary: Face and Murdock have just begun the sexual aspect of their relationship and for the first time, really get to explore one another. Face is less than pleased with how quiet Murdock is. Prompted from
cynical_sweater at a_team_kink - middle of page 9 to be exact.Warnings: Slight hint of dom/sub, spanking, rimming
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No harm was intended in the creation of this work. All rights belong to the original creators.
~~~
It’s a new thing, what he and Murdock have. New and still not fully explored; mostly handjobs and frenzied kissing while they have spare moments between themselves. These moments have been rare, and Face hadn’t been surprised when Murdock bit his lip and choked back his moans. Despite all the times that he drapes himself over his team mates, Face knows there are certain things Murdock likes to keep to himself. And honestly, Face kinda likes being one of those things.
This, though. This is just unacceptable. Face and Murdock have a hotel room to themselves, and it’s pretty nice. Thick, plush carpeting and clean, soft sheets. BA and Hannibal are sharing another room a floor beneath and down the hallway from their room. Despite the solitude, however, Murdock still barely makes a noise as his long, thick cock pulses and erupts down Face’s throat.
Face swallows the ejaculate down, tongue swirling over and under the sensitive head to catch every last drop. He strokes the still hard base, eyes darting upwards to see Murdock’s head thrown back, mouth open to take in large gulps of air.
Releasing Murdock’s cock, Face leans back on his heels and examines the man in front of him. Murdock’s cargoes and boxers have slipped down around his calves, yanked from his waist by Face’s frenzied hands moments earlier. The layers of shirts have been pushed up to expose the lean line of Murdock’s belly and softening prick. His fingers are still clenched tightly into the bedcovers at the edge of the bed.
He’s gorgeous, and if Face has anything to do about it, Murdock’s going to be screaming Face’s name so loudly the whole hotel can hear, the rest of the team be damned. Face surges up between Murdock’s spread legs, capturing the man’s chin with his fingers so that he can devour that tempting mouth in a gasping, wet kiss.
“Mmm, Facey… good,” Murdock murmurs dazedly, as Face trails down Murdock’s neck with nipping teeth. Face pushes the leather jacket off the pilot’s shoulders and tosses it to the other queen sized bed. Murdock’s slim fingers delve beneath the unzippered edges of Tempeleton’s pants to smooth over damp heat.
“Want to taste you too, Temp,” Murdock whispers, “Better than anti-freeze marinade, I bet, better than, oomph!”
Face yanks Murdock’s hands away and pulls off all of the shirts in one impatient yank. The baseball cap goes flying in one direction, the shirts in another, leaving ruffled brown hair and wide brown eyes staring up at him. Face takes a moment to admire the tanned leanness below him before dipping his head and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He laves at it with a talented tongue for a few minutes, enjoying the harshness of Murdock’s breathing. Then Face bites down around the sensitive flesh, and the answering yelp is like music to his ears. The roll of a hip pressing a renewing hardness against his thigh is also very rewarding.
“Come on, up,” Face instructs, pulling away from his awkward crouch. Face presses his knee against Murdock’s inner thigh, and the other man flops backwards, slithering up the comforter on his elbows. As he slides past, Face removes Murdock’s shoes, letting them hit the carpet with a dull thud. The pants and boxers are tugged the rest of the way off as well, over wriggling toes in mismatched socks.
Then Face is kneeling on the bed, kneeling over Murdock’s slightly spread thighs and trailing reverent fingertips down the furred insides of his legs. Murdock makes a noise deep in the back of his throat, and Face looks up, licking his lips at the sight presented to him. Clothed in nothing by socks and old scars, Murdock is a feast laid out for a starving man.
Murdock sits up, reaching for the buttons of Face’s dress shirt, but Face grips Murdock’s wrists and forces them to the bedcovers by his head. Face’s knees spread, sliding, until his groin is flush against his partner’s, and Murdock twists beneath him with a soft moan.
“Now, Facey, that just ain’t fair,” Murdock protests while Face buries his mouth against the side of Murdock’s neck to suckle at his leaping pulse. “I’m all, ahh… naked here, and you still got all your clothes on.”
“I took my coat and tie off,” Face says before biting down hard at the straining tendon in the side of Murdock’s neck. Murdock hands spasm beneath Face’s grip, but he’s still not making enough noise for Face’s liking. He abruptly releases Murdock to sit up, slowing grinding his rock hard erection against the rapidly growing one beneath his as he unbuttons his shirt. Murdock tries to help, but Face bats his hands away and slips the silk down over his arms, tossing it on the other bed carefully.
Murdock pouts, and reclines back on his elbows, watching avidly as Face strips himself of his undershirt as well. The ends of his belt are already dangling, and it only takes seconds to whip it out of the loops on his dress pants and drop it on the floor. As the pilot watches, Face unzips his pants completely, sliding a hand under his boxers and caressing himself.
“What do you want tonight, Murdock?”
Pupils blown wide in want tear themselves away from Face’s hand to stare into his eyes instead. “You getting naked would be a start,” Murdock states, again reaching forward.
Face eludes Murdock’s grasp, ending up standing by the foot of the bed. He pushes the pants down over his hips, and then lets the black silk boxers fall. His cock springs free of the confining material, and Face can’t help the relieved sigh as some of the pressure is relieved. That sigh becomes a deep groan, however, when Murdock rolls to his knees and then his belly, diving to the end of the bed. Murdock has a hand cupped around Face’s balls before Face can even blink in surprise.
Murdock ducks his head and licks at the slit of Face’s cock, loopy grin tugging at the corners of Murdock’s mouth. “Better than anti-freeze,” he murmurs, so low Face almost doesn’t it hear over the rush in his ears as Murdock parts his lips to take the head of Face’s erection on his tongue.
Face doesn’t think Murdock has done this before; he’s all fumbling hands and drool at the corner of his mouth. But God, he’s so damn eager, humming happily in the back of his throat, eyes closed in what looks like bliss. Face could come like this, in just a few more seconds. The vibrations, the heat, the sheer adoration beaming up at him from between slitted eyelids is like the strongest aphrodisiac on the planet. But there’s still more he has planned for Murdock, and Face can wait a little longer.
He tightens the grip he unconsciously had wound through Murdock’s hair and tugs until Murdock releases him with a whine. “Noooo,” the pilot protests, fingers scrabbling against Face’s hips in an attempt to pull him back. Face has a hard time, a real hard time, stepping away from those swollen, wet lips and reaching hands, but he somehow manages it. Face flashes Murdock a smirk, toeing off his loafers and pulling his feet through his pants legs.
“I thought you wanted me naked?”
“Face…” Murdock trails off, letting his eyes wander over the body standing in front of him. Face lets him ogle for a second or two and then he is pushing Murdock onto his back and straddling him again. This time, he lines their cocks up, hissing as the now fully hardened flesh slides against his own. He leans over, licking at Murdock’s mouth as a groan bursts forth.
“Oh… oh, Face…. that’s…” Murdock murmurs, biting his lower lip when Face pulls back an inch to watch his partner’s face.
“That’s what?” Face asks, rolling to the side slightly to thumb at the nipple he had bitten earlier. A shudder runs through the man beneath him, and his eyes pop open.
“Muy bueno,” Murdock gasps. The man’s hands grip Face’s hips and dig in, and when Face thrusts forward again, so does Murdock. Face nearly sees stars as their cocks slip against one another.
Murdock is saying something, rapid-fire pleas in Spanish interspersed with… Dutch? Face can’t quite tell, only that the man’s voice is getting loud in Face’s ear, and he can’t stop grinning, even through the waves of pleasure rising through his spine. Murdock babble is sweet, sweet music, but it’s not quite where he wants Murdock to be, so with every ounce of strength he possesses, he pushes down on Murdock’s hands and rolls off him and away.
For an instant there is silence, except for their harsh panting. Then… “What the Hell?” Murdock spits angrily.
Face grins up at the ceiling and then pushes himself up. “On your knees,” he commands.
Murdock is glaring, chest shiny with sweat, and panting heavily. For an instant, Face is almost worried; the darkness in Murdock’s gaze is rare, prompted by old hurts. But trust wins out, and grumbling softly, Murdock flips over and rises up on his knees.
“Shoulda figured ya for a kinky bastard, Facers,” Murdock’s drawl is his own, and purposely heavier than normal.
“Who’s the kinky one? The one giving the orders, or the one following them?” Face retorts, moving to kneel behind Murdock’s upturned ass, and slapping the left cheek.
Murdock buries his face into the comforter with a muffled ‘fuck!’ as Face soothes the reddened area with light fingers. Face drapes himself over Murdock’s back so that he can whisper into his ear.
“Something I should know about, Murdock?” he asks, licking at the shell of the ear beneath his lips. He hits the other ass check and then slips a hand between Murdock’s quivering thighs to heft the heavy ball sack in his palm. As he rolls the testicles between his fingers, he begins to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses down Murdock’s spine, starting at the nape of his neck.
When Face descends to the level of Murdock’s lower back, he diverts slightly to nip at and then finally sink his teeth deep into the rounded flesh he’s been admiring for months now. Murdock squawks at the harsh sting, twitching beneath Face’s grip, but stills when the hand tightens around his balls. Face immediately smoothes over the teeth marks with this tongue, dampening the flesh and then blowing warm air in a stream across it. Face watches in amusement as goose bumps break out over Murdock’s back.
“Cold?” Face murmurs.
Murdock’s answer is only a loud groan as Face’s grip transfers to Murdock’s erection and twists down the length of it. His hips buck forward into Face’s hand, rock hard cock sticky with pre-cum. Thighs sliding open shamelessly, Murdock drops a few more inches to the bed and Face administers another smack, loving the way his handprint stands out against the pale skin.
While Murdock is distracted with the hand on his cock, Face takes the opportunity to palm one ass check, slightly spreading it to the side, and lowering his mouth to the tiny, puckered hole revealed by his actions.
And finally, finally, Murdock explodes. “Holy fucking Cessna!” he howls, dropping from his palms to his elbows, unable to keep from squirming beneath Face’s probing tongue. “Face, don’t… yes… Jesus flying monkeys!”
Murdock’s twitching body obviously can’t decide if it would rather be further into the encircling grip of Face’s fingers or arching back against Face’s agile tongue. Face continues driving Murdock higher and higher, until the man is rocking back and forth making agonized whimpers. Then he slaps Murdock’s ass one last time and lowers himself over Murdock’s back.
Face’s cock fits quite snugly beneath the ass cheeks that Face had so thoroughly licked and with one shallow thrust, Murdock is shaking beneath him. Face reaches around Murdock’s waist to take control once more of his bobbing cock. With one slide of his wrist, Murdock sobs out Face’s name and bucks back against Face’s hips.
“Facefaceface,” Murdock chants, squirming in all sorts of delicious ways. His arms are quivering from the strain of Face’s weight and the sensations running through him, but he just braces himself and throws his head back. Face licks at the exposed line of neck, mouthing just behind his ear, and suddenly Murdock lets out a whine.
“No. No, stop. Like before,” Murdock is squirming again, but this time, he’s trying to get out from under Face. Caught in the amazing friction of his cock against Murdock’s ass, Face takes a few moments before he realizes what Murdock is doing.
“Wha...? What’s wrong?” Face rolls off Murdock quickly, suddenly terrified that he’d done something wrong. Murdock has a long, troubled history, a lot of which Face doesn’t know about, and he’d be devastated if he’d kick started some old fear.
Murdock is on his side now, reaching for Face, practically melting against his body. A shaking hand aligns their erections and strokes down both of them. “Want to see you,” Murdock explains, landing small, darting kisses across Face’s jaw, mouth, nose, anywhere he can reach. Face relaxes into Murdock’s grip as he finally understands.
“God, yes,” Murdock pants, staring into Face’s eyes, gaze so open it makes Face’s heart twist.
Face is trembling at Murdock’s total look of abandon, shaggy hair flying everywhere, and pupils so huge that only the slightest bit of color remains. His mouth hangs open to gasp for breath, and Face fits his own lips over the other man’s. No finesse now, just sloppy, intertwining tongues, nipping and sucking.
Face’s hand joins Murdock’s, wringing moans from both of them. He squeezes the shafts in his grip, and Murdock bucks forward, whining deep in his chest. It’s so, so good, and Face can only press his forehead against Murdock’s and hold on for the ride.
Murdock shudders suddenly, eyes squeezing shut. “Face… Temp…!” he howls, nearly deafening Face, as Murdock’s cock erupts messily over their stomachs. Aided by the slickness between their cocks, it only takes Face a few pumps of his hips, before he too is coming, Murdock’s cries ringing in his ears.
They slump together, breathing heavily. Murdock is making quiet, little contented noises in the back of his throat, constantly shifting and trying to get even closer to Face. He chuckles quietly and gently pushes the other man back.
“Don’t pout at me, Murdock. We’re going to end up stuck together if we don’t clean up,” Face admonishes.
“Is that such a bad thing?” Murdock looks up at Face from his back, limbs sprawled loosely, eyelids fluttering with exhaustion.
“Well, Hannibal might have something to say about it,” Face remarks.
Murdock mumbles something about Siamese twins and rocket launchers as Face wets a washcloth and cleans himself up at the small hotel sink. He rinses the cloth out and pads back to Murdock to see that he’s already curled up around a pillow, gently snoring. Face smiles fondly and rolls Murdock away from the pillow, quickly swiping away the evidence of their recent sexual escapades.
Murdock barely wakes up, only cracks an eye long enough to identify Face and to pull him down onto the bed into a patented Murdock-octopus embrace. As the pilot snuffles contentedly into his neck, Face has to wonder how much noise he’ll make with something a little bigger than a tongue in his ass. Face finally falls asleep, thinking about the possibilities.
~ End
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Date: 2010-07-16 06:29 pm (UTC)Just give me a second, okay? That was... wow. So fucking sexy and hot. I loved the experimentation between them, and the steady building of trust and how Face is so damn determined. SO DETERMINED.
I loved it. It was wonderful and everything I could have hoped for. Thanks, darling. <3
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Date: 2010-07-17 01:01 am (UTC)My Face!muse kept wanting to *do things* to my Murdock!muse and I had to keep holding him back, horny little bastard. Poor Murdock was going to get all overwhelmed. :)
WHOA
Date: 2010-07-19 07:31 am (UTC)Re: WHOA
Date: 2010-07-19 01:43 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2010-10-15 04:48 am (UTC)