thief-of-london:
crazywithachanceofkindness:
Humming in approval, Corian nuzzles Murdock’s neck, happy to drape as the smaller male regained his balance. Opening his eyes at the shuffle of the bags, he blinks slowly, and is less surprised than he should be when Murdock maneuvers quickly behind him. Smirking, he lays flat over the cleared space and stretches. “Lovely,” he drawled when Murdock returned to massaging him.
Pushing up the jacket he wore along with shirt tucked into his jeans as far as it would go up, but still keep it on, Murdock shuffles into position behind him giving a little cheeky roll of his hips with that smirk still curling on the end of his lips. Pressing his hands to curve of his back on the side, right just before his jeans started, Murdock leaned down and kissed over his spine his hands following him and stroking up his back. Reaching as far as he could with the fabric in the way before dragging his nails down gently over his back, and of course, how could he resist getting a cheeky grope in there.
Corian smirks to himself, folding his arms on the countertop and resting his head, letting Murdock move his clothes as he deemed fit. He hums quietly at the press of his hips, an approving groan following when Murdock starts kisses up his back. He doesn’t flinch, but does look over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow. “Certain you wouldn’t rather do this in the bedroom?”
thief-of-london:
crazywithachanceofkindness:
thief-of-london:
crazywithachanceofkindness:
“I would if he’d come out of hiding. Where did you put him, anyway?” he muses, glancing out of the kitchen doorway. He hums lowly, ducking to drop his head at Murdock’s nape. “In a moment,” Corian murmurs, hands settled on the shorter man’s waist.
“When I left yours he went to mope under the couch again.” he shrugs a moment and huffs with a low sigh nuzzling into his lover’s collarbone a moment before blinking as he looks up a little confused at his in a moment comment. Just saying a little from side to side and scratching his back he hums a moments in though. “Something wrong, love?”
Raising an eyebrow at this, he blinked slowly at the younger man. “Your dog misses me,” he noted, smirking faintly. “That’s adorable.” And mildly annoying, but he supposed he didn’t dislike Jamie anymore. He sighed contentedly and lets a little more of his weight rest on Murdock. “Not at all. I’m just enjoying the massage.” And scratching. Murdock had changed his perspective on touch.
Murdock smirks a moment and merely continues with the scratching of his back and moving slowly further up, wobbling only slightly as weight is put on him sudden, but he easily gains control of his balance again. However he had had a better plan than this. Reaching behind him he pushed some of the shopping bags out the way to clear a space before quickly spinning behind Corian and pushing him gently down on the counter. Only to begin massaging the muscles in his upper back better.
Humming in approval, Corian nuzzles Murdock’s neck, happy to drape as the smaler male regained his balance. Opening his eyes at the shuffle of the bags, he blinks slowly, and is less surprised than he should be when Murdock maneuvers quickly behind him. Smirking, he lays flat over the cleared space and stretches. “Lovely,” he drawled when Murdock returned to massaging him.
I’ve got a wedding to leave for tomorrow and then I’m Ireland bound. So, happy winter gift day, dear Corian. *Hands a cane decorated with a stick on bow at the top to him.*
I have come to the conclusion that I rather like you.
Merry Happy-Birthday-Jesus Day to ya, cantaloupe. It’s a blank book-dat’s as much as ya deserve. I’d say I hope ya like, but den I’d be lyin’.
Oh, look what got lost in the mail. Pity it didn’t stay that way.
Kindling for the fire. Thank you, darling.
thief-of-london:
crazywithachanceofkindness:
“I would if he’d come out of hiding. Where did you put him, anyway?” he muses, glancing out of the kitchen doorway. He hums lowly, ducking to drop his head at Murdock’s nape. “In a moment,” Corian murmurs, hands settled on the shorter man’s waist.
“When I left yours he went to mope under the couch again.” he shrugs a moment and huffs with a low sigh nuzzling into his lover’s collarbone a moment before blinking as he looks up a little confused at his in a moment comment. Just saying a little from side to side and scratching his back he hums a moments in though. “Something wrong, love?”
Raising an eyebrow at this, he blinked slowly at the younger man. “Your dog misses me,” he noted, smirking faintly. “That’s adorable.” And mildly annoying, but he supposed he didn’t dislike Jamie anymore. He sighed contentedly and lets a little more of his weight rest on Murdock. “Not at all. I’m just enjoying the massage.” And scratching. Murdock had changed his perspective on touch.
