Anniversary

[notthatcrazy]

It's early, and the sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds as he wakes. He's always been something of a morning person, when he sleeps at all, and though he's gotten better at resting during the night he still has his morning routines.

Leaving Face to sleep a while longer, he slips away to the kitchen for breakfast. He briefly takes note of the calendar on the wall, but it's not until he's poured himself a bowl of cereal and settled in for morning cartoons that the significance of the date sinks in.

Ten years. It's been exactly a decade since Mexico. Since his life was immeasurably changed for the better, despite the hardships and roadblocks along the way.

He'll have to mark the occasion with the others later, but right now there's only one place he wants to be. His breakfast finished, he returns to the bedroom, slipping back under the covers next to his still-sleeping partner. Not wanting to wake him, he contents himself with pressing against his back, letting his fingers trace the tattoo on his bicep before coming to rest on his chest. They've come so far, but sometimes he still wishes he could somehow telepathically communicate the depth of everything he feels.

I love you and I won't ever leave you.

He doesn't even realize he's whispered the words out loud until he feels Face stir in his arms.

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[notjustaface]

"Always," he promises just above a whisper, believing himself more and more these days when he says it.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers only to drag the wet tip of his cock against the stretched opening. He won't last long, but it's okay... they're both worked up enough with teasing touches that it's to be expected.

[notthatcrazy]

It never does last as long as he'd like. Then again, he's pretty sure he could happily spend days doing just this, so maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.

"Please," he sighs, barely loud enough to be heard. "Need you..."

If slipping into a different accent is any indication, he's quite enjoying himself.

[notjustaface]

Thankfully, Face has gotten used to the cast of characters likely to appear in the heat of the moment. At least this time it's not Austrian. Yet.

"Need you too..." he replies earnestly, filling him with a slow push of his hips until they're locked together as close as he can be.

Kissing him again, even deeper than before, he's barely aware of the slow thrusts aside from the hum of pleasure building with each connection of skin against skin.

[notthatcrazy]

Or Australian. "Crikey, he's a beauty" is not the most effective pillow talk ever, at least if you're not trying to make your partner laugh out loud in the middle of an intimate moment.

He lets out a wordless growl as they move together, kissing him back rather more aggressively than usual.

[notjustaface]

It was a good laugh, at least - though he'd rather not *ever* think about The Crocodile Hunter wrestling with his dick ever again.

Ever.

"Mmm..." Face groans into the kiss, letting out a warm growl of his own. "Fiest today..."

[notthatcrazy]

His running commentary about the "elusive one-eyed trouser snake" really didn't help matters at all. Though it was funny looking back on it later.

He nips gently at his lower lip as he curls his fingers in his hair. "Just know how good I've got it, that's all."

[notjustaface]

Funny, horribly embarrassing... really all depends on who you ask.

He's still not laughing.

The gentle tug of fingers through his hair spurs Face on a little faster, his shoulders bearing the brunt of the work as he ties to stay just as close as he can. "I think we both got a pretty good deal here," he manages with a soft groan.

[notthatcrazy]

He really doesn't mean to be embarrassing. He'd tried to keep the voices to a minimum after that.

Clearly, it's a losing battle.

"We really do," he says softly. "We're the luckiest."

[notjustaface]

"Uh-huh..." Face manages with a shaky breath, offering one more hard kiss before pushing up on his knees for better leverage.

"So... fucking... lucky..."

A goofy grin tilts his lips, despite his best efforts to concentrate on the pleasure washing over him.

[notthatcrazy]

He groans loudly, despite the stirring in the other room that indicates they're not the only ones awake.

Suffice to say, that's definitely a good angle.

"Emphasis on the fucking?"

Oh yeah... he went there.

[notjustaface]

Arching his back, Face digs hard into the angle - his grin only spreading wider.

"At that moment..."

He lets out a held breath with another soft moan; "Yeah... pretty much. God..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Love it when you get all tongue-tied."

Face has basically spent his whole life talking his way into and out of situations... it's a strangely powerful feeling knowing he can render him speechless.

[notjustaface]

It's a rare and lovely gift to be cherished... even though it can make Face just a little uncomfortable knowing someone has that power. Thankfully, it's someone he trusts more than anyone.

"Uh..." he raises both eyebrows, slowing his strokes to lean in for another kiss before pushing back up. "Lift your knees, babe..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Right.. got it."

He gives him a brief sheepish look before the warm grin returns.

"God, I love you..."

[notjustaface]

Bracing himself against Murdock's knees, Face can't help but return the affectionate smile.

"I know." His hips slow, forcing himself to hold back just a little longer. "Love you."

[notthatcrazy]

That smile... that genuine smile that rarely surfaces from behind the layers he hides behind from day to day. It's one of his favorite things in the world.

He sighs "Close..."

[notjustaface]

His lips tilt, going back to the somewhat more cocky grin as he murmurs; "Close?"

He likes close. Close is good.

"Mmm, I like that..." He leans into the motion, letting one hand drop to stroke gently over Murdock's cock, rubbing the wetness against the tip with the pad of his thumb.

[notthatcrazy]

"I like you."

He punctuates the statement by pushing into his hand, aching for release.

[notjustaface]

Resting into a comfortable pace, he squeezes even harder at the warm sentiment.

"Love you."

And he does, it doesn't even feel strange to say it anymore - as natural as anything else they've fallen into step over the years. "So damn much."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know you do."

He gasps at the gentle pressure, pushing further against him.

[notjustaface]

Letting his fingers wrap fully around the hard shaft, Face strokes with each rock of his hips - determined to outlast him, if only barely.

"I hope so."

[notthatcrazy]

Oh, he knows. It's pretty obvious at the moment.

He lets out a whine as they establish the rhythm, letting his need show. He knows he's in safe hands.

"Please, babe..."

[notjustaface]

Hilting harder against him, letting himself get just a little rough, Face's palm tightens around his cock.

"Say it... you know I like to hear it."

[notthatcrazy]

He whimpers again, trying to hold out for the sake of his pride, as well as their mutual enjoyment.

"Love you... need you so much, baby. All of you..."

Always, in every way. But there's no avoiding the inevitable, and he barely gets another word out before he's toppling over the edge.

[notjustaface]

And that's his cue.

Leaning in even closer, Face seals the moment with a rough kiss - driving hard and fast against him until he can't hold back any longer.

Then shaking slightly, he breaks the kiss with a soft laugh - brushing another against the corner of his lover's mouth. "We're hopeless."