Rebuilding Bonds

[notthatcrazy]

It's been a few months since Face's rescue, and everyone's still tensely looking over their shoulders. They've split up for the moment, hoping to better evade potential pursuers, but no one's exactly thrilled about it.

Face's memory is slowly returning, bits of it coming back like pieces of a patchwork quilt. There's still a lot missing, though,and it still hurts that it's gone. Which is why they're standing in a pawnshop on a dingy side street looking for a deal.

It's not what either of them want, really. They should get to have something special, something theirs. But they just...can't, right now, so they make do with what they've got. Just like always.

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[notjustaface]

"Mmmm... God..." his throat closes with a guttural groan as he gives a final hard thrust forward. He really hates being the first to go - after all, he has been known to be gentlemanly on occasion - but he just can't say no to that voice.

"Not yet... not yet..." He grins against Murdock's ear as he gives several short digs of his hips to stroke out the intense orgasm. "Don't you dare come yet."

[notthatcrazy]

He really can't resist an order like that. He moans, trying to hold back as long as he can.

[notjustaface]

Withdrawing is far from easy, but so very worth it as Face's lips once more follow down the familiar shape of his lover's body. Gently kissing his neck, nibbling his collarbone, the tip of his tongue flicking over one tight hard little nipple, wet smooches down the perfect trail toward his aching manhood.

"Mine..." He murmurs, letting the hard length brush against his stubbled cheek - pressing hot kisses at the base. "All mine."

[notthatcrazy]

"Yours... God, you are..."

There doesn't seem to be an end to that sentence.

[notjustaface]

"Yours." He whispers, one hand groping for Murdock's strong fingers and twining them tight as his lips find their destination - his mouth open and warm, ready to take him in whole.

All his.

He swallows hard, closing his eyes against the full sensation of desire and need - simply letting his tongue do the work.

[notthatcrazy]

He's held out longer than he thought he could, but he's only human... and Face really knows what he's doing.

"close..."

[notjustaface]

It's an area of expertise.

Squeezing the hand braced on Murdock's thigh tightly once again - finding those tight little finger bruises already forming from moments before - he moans low in throat, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he swallows even more urgently.

He needs it just as badly.

[notthatcrazy]

He twines their fingers tighter as he falls over the edge, moaning loudly at the warm heat around him.

"God..."

[notjustaface]

There's a pithy barb on the tip of his tongue, but he's too busy licking up any trace of the evidence to care.

When he does look up, it's with a confident and somewhat tired grin as he relaxes comfortably between Murdock's thighs - kissing the warm pink skin.

"I love you."

[notthatcrazy]

Still holding his hand, he sinks back into the soft mattress. He can't remember the last time he felt this relaxed.

"Love you too, babe."

[notjustaface]

It wouldn't be the first time he cuddled Murdock's cock, he's pretty sure, so he merely lets himself rest - gently nosing the wet skin and pressing soft kisses.

"Just gonna sleep here..."

[notthatcrazy]

He's... not entirely surprised. Though he is kind of amused.

"The rest of me could use some company too, y'know."

[notjustaface]

He lets out a hollow murmured growl and manages to force himself out of the warm embrace of his lover's thighs to lay back on his side of the bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling of the posh suite.

"Mmmm... if you insist..." He grins, turning his head to brush a kiss on Murdock's shoulder.

[notthatcrazy]

"I do insist," he replies in a mock-serious tone as he wraps his arms around his partner's waist.

"Promise I'll make it worth your while, though."

[notjustaface]

And that wave of closeness is just what he needed - warmth washing over him in a way that sex could never give, just the tender squeeze of skin against skin cuddles.

"Babe, you're always worth my while."

[notthatcrazy]

"Glad to hear it." He sighs sleepily, pressing a warm kiss to the curve of Face's neck. It's been a long day, topped off with enjoyably strenuous activity.

"What's the plan for tomorrow?"

He's not even sure if there is a plan, but he's perfectly content enjoying the afterglow for the time being.

[notjustaface]

The kiss draws out a warm murmur of approval and Face tries to shift in even closer - his hand once more finding Murdocks and clasping it on top of his own belly.

"We're probably gonna have to find another place to bunk. I don't know... gotta pull some cash."

[notthatcrazy]

Damn reality always has to intrude. But not tonight.

"What about this?" He squeezes his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his newly-acquired adornment. He's not actually sure if the whole "shotgun wedding" thing was a joke at the shopkeeper's expense or not. He'd kinda like to go through with it if they can.

[notjustaface]

It was a fiendish thing, that reality.

Smiling at the fond squeeze, it takes a long moment for Face to put together that Murdock had actually asked a question, one he didn't really know how to answer.

"It's yours..." he says, raising an easy eyebrow.

[notthatcrazy]

"You really wanna do the whole tyin' the knot thing again?"

He meant it when he said he'll marry him as many times as he can. But if he just wants the ring, that's okay with him too.

[notjustaface]

Face shrugs as well as he can laying down, a somewhat serious tone cast over him when he answers; "I might not ever remember the first time. I'd kind of like to do right."

He wants to remember, he wants things to be the way they were - however that was - and the idea gives him a bit of hope to the right direction.

[notthatcrazy]

Again with the reality. He's trying to be positive about things for both their sakes, but... he really misses how they used to be.

"I'd like that too."

[notjustaface]

"So..." he asks quietly, his free hand tracing lazy circles in Murdock's belly fuzz. "Does my baby want a cheap Vegas shotgun wedding... or should I save up for the big formal affair?"

He'd be happy with either... and they both have their merits.

[notthatcrazy]

He sighs softly. "Cheap's okay for now... Kinda wanna save the big and formal for another time, y'know?"

The hand rubbing his belly is making it hard to think too much about anything, really.

[notjustaface]

He can't help but grin, twisting just enough to brush another kiss on Murdock's shoulder as his slow circle turns into an easy tickling spiral.

"And just how many weddings do you think we need?" He murmurs sleepily, content to simply feel the familiar warm skin against him.