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Face had stayed awake after outlining his plan, long after the others had drifted away to catch what rest they could. Murdock knew that the responsibility was weighing heavily on him, particularly coming so soon after the reveal of Morrison's betrayal. He found him still looking over the three plastic cups, mentally going over the details of the plan.

"Who has the most to lose from this? Me," he'd pointed out to him. "And I trust you."

"Yeah, I know.. but you're crazy."

"Not that crazy."

Eventually he coaxes a genuine smile out of him, and he pulls him away from the table. "C'mon, you're not gonna do us any favors stayin' up all night."

Face follows him without too much protest, stopping short when he reaches their makeshift sleeping quarters. "What is that?"

"What, that?" Murdock grins, picking up the small stuffed hippo. "Found it with the dolls. Must've gotten mixed in with the wrong shipment."

Face just shakes his head as Murdock pulls him down to sleep, still humming his faux-operatic tune. Eventually, the soft singing changes to a more melancholy melody.

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It's quite possibly more terrifying than the situation they're sailing into... And that's saying a lot.

"I don't suppose you, uh... Happen to be carrying?" In their few forays out for provisions before making it onto the ship it had exactly occured to him that he might need protection at minimum. "My bag's back in Florida."

"Uh, no... can't say I am."

Well. This is awkward.

It stills him for a long moment, considering his options in the heat of the moment. He'd been tested in prison, of course... Clean bill of health, but habits were hard to break.

Still... Murdock.

"Fuck it," Face mutters under his breath, kissing him hard. "I want you now..." Physically, he can handle it with nothing more than a little spit and slow going - emotionally? He's mostly ready.

"God, that's hot."

Clearly neither of them expected to be having sex at all tonight, but it's happening anyway.

"You're hot..." He chuckles under his breath, parting his knees slowly to allow better access.

Lifting his hips to grind against Murdock's solid flesh, he caught an aroused groan against his neck. "Slow..." He whispers, "like your first time."

And that thought's enough to drive him a little crazy. Crazier. Whatever.

"I trust you."

It's a bit of a mood-changer, saying serious stuff out loud, but he can't help himself.

It's a different kind of crazy.

He pushes up close to kiss him again and murmurs, "I know..." His arms hold tight, fingers splayed to touch as much skin as possible. "You won't hurt me."

Aching, almost desperate, he groans; "Please?"

His hands dip below Face's waist almost hesitantly at first, growing bolder with each push of his body against him.

"You sure?"

Snaking one hand back up Murdock's neck to bury it in his hair, Face groaned as quietly as he possibly could; "God yes..."

He hadn't been more sure of anything in his life at that moment. He didn't just want it, he felt like he needed it.

"Please... please?"

"Just tell me what you want..."

On some level he wants guidance, but mostly it's just that his voice does unspeakable things to him.

His fingers curl a half-chuckle, half groan barely stifled in his throat at the the thought.

"Fuck me..." he purrs against Murdock's ear, "nice and slow."

"As you wish." A smile curls across his face at the memory. "But first we gotta deal with the formalities."

He tugs at Face's jeans where they've tangled near his knees, pulling them all the way off with deliberate slowness.

For Face it's not as fond a memory - pretty much the place where he started kicking himself for not noticing it sooner. Still, the smile on Murdock's face is welcome.

"Tease..." he murmurs quietly, lifting his hips to show the cut of his body against the blankets and broken down boxes - spreading open a little wider just to get his licks in.

A lot of their memories are sad or bitter around the edges. He'd rather focus on the good parts.

"Keep talking..."

Soon enough they're both naked, the metal floor of the hold hard beneath them despite their improvised bedding. He slicks up his fingers as much as possible and presses in carefully, relishing the feel of him opening up to his touch.

"Mmm... kinky minx..." he mutters, as a loud as he dare lest they be caught in a rather compromising position.

His toes curl at the easy sensation, warm spit-slicked fingers making coherent thought tough to grasp onto.

"Yeah... just like that... nice and easy..."

"Kinky minx?"

He is SO getting teased about that later.

He continues the easy movement, taking it nice and slow.

"Tell me when you want more."

"It sounded better before I said it," he rolls his eyes, letting his eyelids close when it's followed by a warm groan.

"Mmm... more..." Face murmurs, lifting his hips slightly - barely feeling the tug above the pleasure. "Just a little more."

He pushes in with a second finger, stroking gently as he finds just the right spot.

"Love doing this to you."

And boy does he ever...

Face's legs part further, hips rising up just to push harder against that delightful spot as he lets out a rather undignified whimpering moan.

"Christ... keep that up you won't get to the best part..." he offers a weak, pleasured grin.

"Mmmm don't stop..."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

After a few more lazy strokes, he pulls his hand away and positions himself for the main event.

"Here we go..."

Right about now? It's as good an option as anything - of course feeling Murdock's weight closer down on him and the anticipation of more is an even better one.

"If you did it? Mmmm... I could think of worse ways to go."

Still, his hands grab Murdock's strong forearms and he closes his eyes - forcing himself to relax as he feels the tip of his cock brush against him, barely pressing in.

"Yes..." he whispers, open mouthed with the slow sensation. "God yes."

Slowly, he pushes inward, groaning at the feeling he hasn't felt in far too long.

"Can we just... do this all the time?"

Yeah, they're so gonna get busted. At least the guys know how to turn a blind ear really well. He's still gonna hear about it.

"Uh-huh..." he manages to groan, nodding emphatically. "I'm okay with that."

Taking him easily enough, all comments regarding the amount of practice he's had aside, he lets out a soft moan when he feels the press of Murdock's thighs against him. "More..." he pants, pushing back against him. "Little faster."

Murdock's never been good at the quiet game.

"Kinda thought you would be."

He finds his pace easily enough, just fast enough to get some good friction going.

He'll learn... or get used to being obvious.

Eager, thoroughly enjoying the rough stretch - sensations not quite familiar but also not strange - Face pushes up into each gentle thrust. With an appreciative groan, he wraps his arms around Murdock's shoulders and kisses him hard.

"Feels great..." he manages, eyes heavy with pleasure as much as exhaustion.