#killer mark

Murdock’s lips dance over your throat, so you tilt your head back, letting him have all the access he pleases. He growls against your throat, pressing you against the hallway wall, his hands on your hips making you grind against him. His cock is so hard, brushing against your own, making you twitch.

This time it’s him that lets out a little pleased hum, though it’s a lot closer to a growl.

“Come on panther, take me to bed.” Murdock lets out a huff of laughter against your throat, but strong hands lifts you up by your thighs, making you dispel any thoughts about it being a protest.

He carries you with ease to the bedroom, dumping you on the bed so he can start to strip. If his movements are a little more uncoordinated than usual, you don’t comment on it, because your own are much the same.

It doesn’t take long before both of you are fully nude, and Murdock crawls into bed with you, blanketing your body with his own large frame. He presses you down against the mattress as he steals a kiss, lips warm against your own as his hand wraps around both of your cocks, stroking slowly.

His touch is teasing, fleeting, and as you try to buck up into his hand, you’re held down, strong hand on your hip keeping you just where he wants you.

“Murdocckkkk...” You whine against his lips, and you feel him smirk as he moves down to kiss at your neck. Your hands, previously clutching at him, moves to grab at the sheets and the wooden headboard above you.

Only a few seconds of that hard grip before you hiss and withdraw your hand from the headboard. Looking at your middle finger, you see the little wood splinter in it. 

Murdock moves his attention from your neck to your face, looking almost uncharacteristically worried about what you are doing.

Annoyed and without much thought, you put the finger in your mouth, managing, somehow, even in your drunken state, to grab the small end of the splinter with your teeth and pull it out. The movement is quick and it doesn’t bother you too much, though it leaves behind a little bleeding patch of skin.

You’re about to make a quip or some sort of joke about it to Murdock, but then you notice his gaze.

And oh.

You get an idea then.

Carefully, and slowly, you lift your bleeding middle finger up to his lips.

“Sunshine....” He growls, his tone a warning as your finger brushes against his bottom lip.

“Come on Murdock, I know you babyyyyy.” His breathing is unsteady but he gives in, licking up the little blood trail your finger has left behind.

Perhaps it shouldn’t, but seeing and feeling Murdock lick up a part of you you have never shared with anyone before, makes you hot under the collar (if you were wearing one).

So, you keep your middle finger in his mouth, feeling his tongue lick over and prod against the small wound on it. His eyes are closed, and you have to buck your hips up to remind him to start moving his hand around your cocks again.

He does so with a low rumble in his chest, one eye glancing open for a moment as his hand starts to move over your cock and his own. Both of you are leaking with pre-cum, giving ample amount of lube for Murdock’s hand to move with ease over both of your cocks.

Murdock’s mouth might be occupied with your finger, but that gives you ample opportunity to get a hand in his hair, and drag his head back for easy access to his throat. You let your tongue wander over it, almost giggling as you feel him moan under your tongue and around your finger.

Your cock slides against his with ease, so slick and wet, and arousal quickly pools in your lower regions. Your hips pumps up against his hand as you can’t help but let out your own growls and moans against his throat.

You’re not even sure if your finger is bleeding any more, but Murdock sucks around it like a man starved, while his hand moves over your cocks like a man possessed.

So when he mutters out around your finger that he’s going to cum, you keep fucking into his hand, encouraging him to cum against you with every move of your hips and finger. You whisper his name against his neck over and over again, as you feel him shake apart above you.

You feel his cum hit your stomach, and him biting down around your finger, and that is all it takes to make you cum too, biting down on his neck as you do so. He groans, bucking up against you, tongue flicking over the pad of your finger as you both chase your highs against each other.

You pull your finger out of his mouth at the same time as he lets go of your cock, neither of the sounds quiet with how turned on both of you had gotten.

Murdock moves from above you to lay on his side, but pulls you along, not letting you go far even as you can feel his cum and your own dry against the skin of your stomach.