Pangs, part 5
Hannibal lounged back against the headboard, reading. Or, at least, pretending to read. He mind kept going back over the display that Face and Murdock had put on at breakfast. He wondered if it was just because he now knew, or it they were just letting it be more obvious. As soon as he could, he had retreated outside and had spent the day wondering the edge of the forest that the back yard bordered.
It was peaceful and he thought if their life ever let them settle down, he might want to do so here. He didn’t even mind the intermittent rain showers the fell. After all this time, he would take a little rain over the unrelenting sun of Iraq.
He had put the book aside and was scooting down to sleep, when there was a knock.
“Yes?” he called out, frowning slightly as Murdock stuck his head in.
“Uh, hey, Boss. You’re not asleep, are you? Or maybe I should be asking if I’m asleep, but if I was asleep, you wouldn’t know because you would be a figment of my dreams, right?” He bit his lip. Hannibal couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips at the pilot’s ramblings.
“I don’t think either of us is asleep, but why don’t you come in and we’ll figure it out.” The pilot opened the door slightly and slipped through. Hannibal frowned, as he seemed to look at something in the hallway while shutting the door without latching it. He perched on the edge of the bed, facing Hannibal, knees touching the bedside table. His fingers were tapping on his knees.
“You’re probably right, Colonel. But, you know how dreams are tricky. You never know when you slip into one, inexplicable stuff starts happening, then when you wake up, and start talking about the green bunnies hiding in your sock drawer and you’re getting looked at funny.” He leg started to bounce.
“What’s wrong, Captain?” Hannibal asked, reaching out to grab one of his hands. Murdock stilled, looked at him, eyes raking over his face. He entwined their hands together before he bit his lip and seemed to come to a decision. He lunged forward, lips connecting to Hannibal’s.
Hannibal’s hand reflexively came up to Murdock’s shoulders. ‘Why does this keep happening’ he thought as he pushed Murdock away. He couldn’t believe that the pilot would do this. After all that Face had been through, after the declaration of devotion he overheard Face give him. He licked his lips, ready to reprimand him, but couldn’t help groan at the traces of the pilot he could taste. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thought and opened them in dread as a sinking feeling of deja vu overcame him.
Face stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a small cloth bag hanging from his fingers, leaning on the doorjamb, smiling.
“Face! It’s not-don’t think-“ he stuttered out.
Wait. Why was he smiling? Hannibal blinked as Face came into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Not like that, Sham.” The conman said, sitting on the bed behind the pilot. “Well, not at first. For a kiss like that he has to be ready if you want an enthusiastic response. Since he’s going to be confused, like this.” He took the pilot’s face in his hands, kissed him slowly. Pressing many little kisses to his mouth, before the tip of him tongue appeared, asking for entrance.
Hannibal gulped, mouth going dry at the sight in front of him. He was suddenly, painfully hard. The two pulled apart and Murdock turned towards him, leaning in again. It was then that Hannibal’s brain returned slightly.
“What’s going on? What are you two doing?”
“I was gonna kiss you, sir. But if you don’t wanna...” the pilot trailed off, biting his lip again, looking back at Face.
“Don’t worry, Sham. He wants to, don’t you Boss? You’ve been flirting with him for weeks.” Face pulled Murdock back against him, hands running down the pilot’s chest, under the shirt, pulling it up on their return trip through the sparse chest hair. Hannibal swallowed hard, again. Face laughed.
“See,” He said into the pilot’s ear. “He wants you bad. He always got that look in his eyes right before he jumped me.” He looked back to Hannibal. “I know you overheard us the other night. You know that I still love you. You know that HM wants you. And we know that you want both of us. So, will you please kiss him!”
Hannibal hesitated only a few seconds longer. His eyes traveled from Face’s to Murdock’s. At the uncertainty in them he reached out, grabbed the back of the pilot’s neck and pulled him forward, fusing their mouths together. Mouths that opened, tongues introducing each other. Each man groaned. Hannibal moved his hands to Murdock’s chest, running them down to grasp his hips. Once there he pulled, bring the pilot to straddle him. Their erections met, each groaning again, hips thrusting together, needing more friction.
Murdock’s hands grasped Hannibal’s shoulders, steadying himself, running under them, tugging the thin cotton of Hannibal’s t-shirt. Hannibal lifted his arms, breaking the kiss, letting it be removed. He cupped Murdock’s cheek, thumb caressing his lips. He trailed his hand down and with a fingertip reverently traced the mark on the pilot’s neck.
His eyes moved to Face, who was leaning against the foot board, shirt off. He was copying Hannibal’s movements on the mark on his own neck. Keeping eye contact, Hannibal slowly leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to the mark. Face gasped and the man in his lap whimpered. He kissed Murdock again, hands mapping his chest, unfastening his pants.
Grasping Murdock’s hips again, he leaned forward, laying them flat. He started to kiss his way down, following the trail of hair, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“You really want to get him excited, do this.” Face said, extending his hand and with the very edge of his fingernail, traced the outline of Murdock’s nipple. The pilot gasped, arched off the bed, clawing at the bedsheets. Face returned to the foot board, nodding to the other nipple. Hannibal followed Face’s example.
“Please, oh, please,” Murdock moaned, lifting his hips, seeking friction. Hannibal used that action to pull the rest of the pilot's clothes off. He finally made his way down Murdock's chest. His erection stood there, proud, already leaking. Taking a firm hold of his hips, Hannibal kissed around it, loving the needy sounds coming from the pilot. He was paying attention to the tender skin of the inside of his thighs, when he felt someone behind him and hands at his waist. He tried to lean back, wanting after so long to feel the conman against him, but a hand in the small of his back stopped him.
“Facey?”
“It’s okay. Nothings changed, HM. Just helping to speed things along.” Face ran a hand along the outside of a thigh, before untying Hannibal’s sleep pants. He let the conman pull them off, looking between the two. His boys had a plan, did they? That thought stopped him.
His boys.
After tonight they really would be his boys. Or at least he hopped they would be. Face did say that he was still in love with him. But they only mentioned that Murdock wanted him, not that he had feelings for him. And with them being together, maybe it was just for tonight. He swallowed as his chest clenched.
“Boss?” came from behind him. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” he looked at the man under him. Murdock had the uncertain look on his face again. He smiled at his pilot leaning down to kiss the look away.
Breaking apart, Murdock pressed back into Face and raised his eyes to Hannibal's. Hannibal stared back, letting the pilot search for whatever he was looking for. He guessed he found it as Murdock let out a needy whimper, his hands ghosting over Hannibal's skin.
”What is it, Sham? What do you want?” Murdock shook his head, mumbling.
“Tell us what you want.” Hannibal whispered into his ear. “Anything you want.”
“Can I...” he asked slowly, trailing a finger along the Boss' forehead. “Can I make love to you?”
“Really!” Face said, sounding surprised. Murdock nodded, borrowing into Face's neck.
Hannibal blinked and breathed out harshly. It wasn't his normal preference, what happened with Richards notwithstanding, and even after being together for two years, it was something that he and Face had never done, but he moaned in please at the thought of the pilot doing that to him. The look on his face must not have conveyed that as Face laughed.
“It's not what you're thinking, Boss, but trust me, you're gonna love it.”
Murdock pushed at his shoulders so that he was laying flat in the middle of the bed. The pilot straddled him, pressing their erection together. Murdock's eyes were on his as he reached out and placed one finger on his forehead, tip to knuckle. He slowly moved the finger, caressing the skin, towards Hannibal's ear. He traced along the outside, down around the back, dipping inside, before returning to the cheek. He moved across, up over the bridge of the nose to the other ear. He followed the line of the jaw, moving across the chin. Here he diverted the path to run the tip of his fingernail along the edge of Hannibal's mouth. Causing Hannibal to let out a shuttering breath. He continued to the other side of the jaw.
Once there he moved back and forth Hannibal's neck, down to his shoulders, the left arm, then the right. Down his chest, circling the nipples. At the hips, he skirted the hard length, making Hannibal pant with the need for a firmer touch. He continued down both legs, to the soles of Hannibal's feet.
The entire time, he had not looked away from Hannibal's eyes, who's heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was ragged. The look in Murdock's eyes though...he knew it was importance, but was terrified of misinterpreting it.
He groaned in dismay as the pilot swung his legs off of him, but moved when he was encouraged to roll over. He groaned again as he ground his hips into the soft bedding. He ignored the twin chuckles from above him. Murdock remounted him and moved his hands down neck, each arm and his back. The pilot shimmed down and cupped him ass in each hand, trailing a finger down inside, before continuing down the right then left leg. As the tingles of the last caress on his left heel drifted away, he was left breathless as Murdock had truly touched every inch of his skin.
He was about to roll back over when his right foot was lifted and a kiss was pressed onto the sole. The pilot's mouth reversed the path the his fingers had taken. Up one leg, then the other. Hands held his hips as each ass cheek was covered, before warm, wet tongue swept between them. He tried to push back into it, but the mouth was already moving along his back. Up each shoulder to his arms, finality pressing kisses to his nape.
He was turned back over and immediately sought the pilot's eyes. The look he was still afraid to identify was still in them as Murdock started at his feet. He worked his way up each leg, around he hips, bypassing, yet again the straining, aching erection. Up the chest, laving each nipple, before moving down each arm. Along Hannibal's neck, jawline, cheeks, ears, nose and forehead.
He sat back, smirking at the look on Hannibal's face, before scooting back and taking Hannibal's cock in his rough grip an pulling up once. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the head, opening his mouth, he slowly, slowly, took it in, all the way down, coming back up, sucking on he head, before swiping his tongue across the slit, taking all the fluid there.
Only after that did he move up and finally kiss the colonel. Hannibal groaned into the kiss, hands coming up to keep Murdock there, trying to follow when he pulled away.
He rolled the pilot under him and claimed his mouth roughly, hips thrusting together. Gasping for breath he kissed his way down Murdock's chest again, straight to the swollen cock and breathed lightly on the head, before taking it into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around, he lowered his head, taking all of Murdock in. Murdock moaned and shifted his hips. He started a rhythm, trying to get more sounds out of the pilot. It was a few moments later that he felt the presence next to him again.
Face was laying down next to them, arranging himself so that he head was even with Murdock's hips. He had divested the rest of his clothes. His hand was working between him legs.
“Boss, pull up slower, and keeping the head in your mouth, trail a finger up the vein. Just keep one hand on his hips or you'll be choked.”
Hannibal followed Face's directions. Murdock's fists dug into the bed sheets, letting out the neediest moan Hannibal had ever heard. He was going to do it again, when he felt something pressed into his hand. He uncapped the lube, coating his fingers, and reaching farther down. He concentrated on keeping the rhythm as his fingers circled into the opening. He groaned as his own erection was grabbed with a slick hand.
”Temp?”
“Sorry, couldn't help myself.” He spun around and placed a chaste kiss on Murdock's lips. Hannibal let the pilot slip out of his mouth. He leaned up to kiss him, worrying about Face's non participation. He repositioned Mrudock's legs around his hips and slowly pushed in. As the tight heat surrounded him, different then Face, but still so delicious, he dropped his head and laying biting kisses on Murdock's Adams apple.
He started thrusting, slowly getting faster and faster and Murdock arched up to meet him. He claimed the pilot's lip again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Face, breathing hard, biting his lip, as he furiously caressed his length. Murdock was moaning loudly now,
”Please, please, oh, oh, close, so-so close.”
”Boss, oh, um... angle down a little, mmmh.” Hannibal adjusted and groaned as the pilot clenched around him, arched nearly off the bed and howled! Keeping that angle, he stared pounding into the man under him. Face groaned as his hand stuttered as he match their rhythm. His other hand reached under him, teasing himself. It wasn't long before the three of them were shuttering. Hannibal’s hips jerked a few more times and Murdock spilled between them. He tried not to collapse against the pilot, moving to the side.
“No,” Face gasped out. “on...on top-top of him. Let-let him know you're staying there. Try to stay inside him, if you can, as well.”
Hannibal wrapped his arms around Mrudock, pulling him tightly to his chest. One of his hands moved up and planted in the pilot's shaggy hair. Once the heart beating against his chest returned to normal, he shifted slightly, slipping out and creating room between them. Face reached in with a towel, cleaning them off. Then he slid down and plastered his chest to Murdock's back. He threw a leg up over Hannibal’s hip, pressing the three of them together. Hannibal trailed one hand down Mrudock's side and tentatively placed it on Face's thigh. He let out a relived sigh when he didn't pull away.
Murdock dozed between them. Face nuzzled into the back of his head, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. Lifting his eye he met Hannibal's.
“What happens now?” Hannibal asked quietly. “It this just for tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” Faces's confused look gave him hope.
“No. After having you both in my bed, I don't think I could survive with out you. It's just...” he sighed. “ You didn't seem to want me to touch you.”
Face sighed this time. He reached out and laid a hand on Hannibal's shoulder, running it down his arm, along his back, touching all the spots that he could reach the in turn made Hannibal moan.
“It wasn't that I didn't want you to touch me, it was more about your already having touched me. “They glanced at the man sleeping between them. ”Also,” he continued, “You and me...there are so many conversation we need to have before we're intimate again.” he caressed Hannibal's bottom lip. They both smiled, recognizing the look in each others eyes. They leaned in, over the pilot, and kissed, slowly, gently, a first kiss.
“That's hot.” came from under them. Laughing, they leaned down, pulling the pilot into their kiss, before snuggling back into each other. The next day they would talk, but for right now the just enjoyed being together.
It was peaceful and he thought if their life ever let them settle down, he might want to do so here. He didn’t even mind the intermittent rain showers the fell. After all this time, he would take a little rain over the unrelenting sun of Iraq.
He had put the book aside and was scooting down to sleep, when there was a knock.
“Yes?” he called out, frowning slightly as Murdock stuck his head in.
“Uh, hey, Boss. You’re not asleep, are you? Or maybe I should be asking if I’m asleep, but if I was asleep, you wouldn’t know because you would be a figment of my dreams, right?” He bit his lip. Hannibal couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips at the pilot’s ramblings.
“I don’t think either of us is asleep, but why don’t you come in and we’ll figure it out.” The pilot opened the door slightly and slipped through. Hannibal frowned, as he seemed to look at something in the hallway while shutting the door without latching it. He perched on the edge of the bed, facing Hannibal, knees touching the bedside table. His fingers were tapping on his knees.
“You’re probably right, Colonel. But, you know how dreams are tricky. You never know when you slip into one, inexplicable stuff starts happening, then when you wake up, and start talking about the green bunnies hiding in your sock drawer and you’re getting looked at funny.” He leg started to bounce.
“What’s wrong, Captain?” Hannibal asked, reaching out to grab one of his hands. Murdock stilled, looked at him, eyes raking over his face. He entwined their hands together before he bit his lip and seemed to come to a decision. He lunged forward, lips connecting to Hannibal’s.
Hannibal’s hand reflexively came up to Murdock’s shoulders. ‘Why does this keep happening’ he thought as he pushed Murdock away. He couldn’t believe that the pilot would do this. After all that Face had been through, after the declaration of devotion he overheard Face give him. He licked his lips, ready to reprimand him, but couldn’t help groan at the traces of the pilot he could taste. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thought and opened them in dread as a sinking feeling of deja vu overcame him.
Face stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a small cloth bag hanging from his fingers, leaning on the doorjamb, smiling.
“Face! It’s not-don’t think-“ he stuttered out.
Wait. Why was he smiling? Hannibal blinked as Face came into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Not like that, Sham.” The conman said, sitting on the bed behind the pilot. “Well, not at first. For a kiss like that he has to be ready if you want an enthusiastic response. Since he’s going to be confused, like this.” He took the pilot’s face in his hands, kissed him slowly. Pressing many little kisses to his mouth, before the tip of him tongue appeared, asking for entrance.
Hannibal gulped, mouth going dry at the sight in front of him. He was suddenly, painfully hard. The two pulled apart and Murdock turned towards him, leaning in again. It was then that Hannibal’s brain returned slightly.
“What’s going on? What are you two doing?”
“I was gonna kiss you, sir. But if you don’t wanna...” the pilot trailed off, biting his lip again, looking back at Face.
“Don’t worry, Sham. He wants to, don’t you Boss? You’ve been flirting with him for weeks.” Face pulled Murdock back against him, hands running down the pilot’s chest, under the shirt, pulling it up on their return trip through the sparse chest hair. Hannibal swallowed hard, again. Face laughed.
“See,” He said into the pilot’s ear. “He wants you bad. He always got that look in his eyes right before he jumped me.” He looked back to Hannibal. “I know you overheard us the other night. You know that I still love you. You know that HM wants you. And we know that you want both of us. So, will you please kiss him!”
Hannibal hesitated only a few seconds longer. His eyes traveled from Face’s to Murdock’s. At the uncertainty in them he reached out, grabbed the back of the pilot’s neck and pulled him forward, fusing their mouths together. Mouths that opened, tongues introducing each other. Each man groaned. Hannibal moved his hands to Murdock’s chest, running them down to grasp his hips. Once there he pulled, bring the pilot to straddle him. Their erections met, each groaning again, hips thrusting together, needing more friction.
Murdock’s hands grasped Hannibal’s shoulders, steadying himself, running under them, tugging the thin cotton of Hannibal’s t-shirt. Hannibal lifted his arms, breaking the kiss, letting it be removed. He cupped Murdock’s cheek, thumb caressing his lips. He trailed his hand down and with a fingertip reverently traced the mark on the pilot’s neck.
His eyes moved to Face, who was leaning against the foot board, shirt off. He was copying Hannibal’s movements on the mark on his own neck. Keeping eye contact, Hannibal slowly leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to the mark. Face gasped and the man in his lap whimpered. He kissed Murdock again, hands mapping his chest, unfastening his pants.
Grasping Murdock’s hips again, he leaned forward, laying them flat. He started to kiss his way down, following the trail of hair, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“You really want to get him excited, do this.” Face said, extending his hand and with the very edge of his fingernail, traced the outline of Murdock’s nipple. The pilot gasped, arched off the bed, clawing at the bedsheets. Face returned to the foot board, nodding to the other nipple. Hannibal followed Face’s example.
“Please, oh, please,” Murdock moaned, lifting his hips, seeking friction. Hannibal used that action to pull the rest of the pilot's clothes off. He finally made his way down Murdock's chest. His erection stood there, proud, already leaking. Taking a firm hold of his hips, Hannibal kissed around it, loving the needy sounds coming from the pilot. He was paying attention to the tender skin of the inside of his thighs, when he felt someone behind him and hands at his waist. He tried to lean back, wanting after so long to feel the conman against him, but a hand in the small of his back stopped him.
“Facey?”
“It’s okay. Nothings changed, HM. Just helping to speed things along.” Face ran a hand along the outside of a thigh, before untying Hannibal’s sleep pants. He let the conman pull them off, looking between the two. His boys had a plan, did they? That thought stopped him.
His boys.
After tonight they really would be his boys. Or at least he hopped they would be. Face did say that he was still in love with him. But they only mentioned that Murdock wanted him, not that he had feelings for him. And with them being together, maybe it was just for tonight. He swallowed as his chest clenched.
“Boss?” came from behind him. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” he looked at the man under him. Murdock had the uncertain look on his face again. He smiled at his pilot leaning down to kiss the look away.
Breaking apart, Murdock pressed back into Face and raised his eyes to Hannibal's. Hannibal stared back, letting the pilot search for whatever he was looking for. He guessed he found it as Murdock let out a needy whimper, his hands ghosting over Hannibal's skin.
”What is it, Sham? What do you want?” Murdock shook his head, mumbling.
“Tell us what you want.” Hannibal whispered into his ear. “Anything you want.”
“Can I...” he asked slowly, trailing a finger along the Boss' forehead. “Can I make love to you?”
“Really!” Face said, sounding surprised. Murdock nodded, borrowing into Face's neck.
Hannibal blinked and breathed out harshly. It wasn't his normal preference, what happened with Richards notwithstanding, and even after being together for two years, it was something that he and Face had never done, but he moaned in please at the thought of the pilot doing that to him. The look on his face must not have conveyed that as Face laughed.
“It's not what you're thinking, Boss, but trust me, you're gonna love it.”
Murdock pushed at his shoulders so that he was laying flat in the middle of the bed. The pilot straddled him, pressing their erection together. Murdock's eyes were on his as he reached out and placed one finger on his forehead, tip to knuckle. He slowly moved the finger, caressing the skin, towards Hannibal's ear. He traced along the outside, down around the back, dipping inside, before returning to the cheek. He moved across, up over the bridge of the nose to the other ear. He followed the line of the jaw, moving across the chin. Here he diverted the path to run the tip of his fingernail along the edge of Hannibal's mouth. Causing Hannibal to let out a shuttering breath. He continued to the other side of the jaw.
Once there he moved back and forth Hannibal's neck, down to his shoulders, the left arm, then the right. Down his chest, circling the nipples. At the hips, he skirted the hard length, making Hannibal pant with the need for a firmer touch. He continued down both legs, to the soles of Hannibal's feet.
The entire time, he had not looked away from Hannibal's eyes, who's heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was ragged. The look in Murdock's eyes though...he knew it was importance, but was terrified of misinterpreting it.
He groaned in dismay as the pilot swung his legs off of him, but moved when he was encouraged to roll over. He groaned again as he ground his hips into the soft bedding. He ignored the twin chuckles from above him. Murdock remounted him and moved his hands down neck, each arm and his back. The pilot shimmed down and cupped him ass in each hand, trailing a finger down inside, before continuing down the right then left leg. As the tingles of the last caress on his left heel drifted away, he was left breathless as Murdock had truly touched every inch of his skin.
He was about to roll back over when his right foot was lifted and a kiss was pressed onto the sole. The pilot's mouth reversed the path the his fingers had taken. Up one leg, then the other. Hands held his hips as each ass cheek was covered, before warm, wet tongue swept between them. He tried to push back into it, but the mouth was already moving along his back. Up each shoulder to his arms, finality pressing kisses to his nape.
He was turned back over and immediately sought the pilot's eyes. The look he was still afraid to identify was still in them as Murdock started at his feet. He worked his way up each leg, around he hips, bypassing, yet again the straining, aching erection. Up the chest, laving each nipple, before moving down each arm. Along Hannibal's neck, jawline, cheeks, ears, nose and forehead.
He sat back, smirking at the look on Hannibal's face, before scooting back and taking Hannibal's cock in his rough grip an pulling up once. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the head, opening his mouth, he slowly, slowly, took it in, all the way down, coming back up, sucking on he head, before swiping his tongue across the slit, taking all the fluid there.
Only after that did he move up and finally kiss the colonel. Hannibal groaned into the kiss, hands coming up to keep Murdock there, trying to follow when he pulled away.
He rolled the pilot under him and claimed his mouth roughly, hips thrusting together. Gasping for breath he kissed his way down Murdock's chest again, straight to the swollen cock and breathed lightly on the head, before taking it into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around, he lowered his head, taking all of Murdock in. Murdock moaned and shifted his hips. He started a rhythm, trying to get more sounds out of the pilot. It was a few moments later that he felt the presence next to him again.
Face was laying down next to them, arranging himself so that he head was even with Murdock's hips. He had divested the rest of his clothes. His hand was working between him legs.
“Boss, pull up slower, and keeping the head in your mouth, trail a finger up the vein. Just keep one hand on his hips or you'll be choked.”
Hannibal followed Face's directions. Murdock's fists dug into the bed sheets, letting out the neediest moan Hannibal had ever heard. He was going to do it again, when he felt something pressed into his hand. He uncapped the lube, coating his fingers, and reaching farther down. He concentrated on keeping the rhythm as his fingers circled into the opening. He groaned as his own erection was grabbed with a slick hand.
”Temp?”
“Sorry, couldn't help myself.” He spun around and placed a chaste kiss on Murdock's lips. Hannibal let the pilot slip out of his mouth. He leaned up to kiss him, worrying about Face's non participation. He repositioned Mrudock's legs around his hips and slowly pushed in. As the tight heat surrounded him, different then Face, but still so delicious, he dropped his head and laying biting kisses on Murdock's Adams apple.
He started thrusting, slowly getting faster and faster and Murdock arched up to meet him. He claimed the pilot's lip again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Face, breathing hard, biting his lip, as he furiously caressed his length. Murdock was moaning loudly now,
”Please, please, oh, oh, close, so-so close.”
”Boss, oh, um... angle down a little, mmmh.” Hannibal adjusted and groaned as the pilot clenched around him, arched nearly off the bed and howled! Keeping that angle, he stared pounding into the man under him. Face groaned as his hand stuttered as he match their rhythm. His other hand reached under him, teasing himself. It wasn't long before the three of them were shuttering. Hannibal’s hips jerked a few more times and Murdock spilled between them. He tried not to collapse against the pilot, moving to the side.
“No,” Face gasped out. “on...on top-top of him. Let-let him know you're staying there. Try to stay inside him, if you can, as well.”
Hannibal wrapped his arms around Mrudock, pulling him tightly to his chest. One of his hands moved up and planted in the pilot's shaggy hair. Once the heart beating against his chest returned to normal, he shifted slightly, slipping out and creating room between them. Face reached in with a towel, cleaning them off. Then he slid down and plastered his chest to Murdock's back. He threw a leg up over Hannibal’s hip, pressing the three of them together. Hannibal trailed one hand down Mrudock's side and tentatively placed it on Face's thigh. He let out a relived sigh when he didn't pull away.
Murdock dozed between them. Face nuzzled into the back of his head, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. Lifting his eye he met Hannibal's.
“What happens now?” Hannibal asked quietly. “It this just for tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” Faces's confused look gave him hope.
“No. After having you both in my bed, I don't think I could survive with out you. It's just...” he sighed. “ You didn't seem to want me to touch you.”
Face sighed this time. He reached out and laid a hand on Hannibal's shoulder, running it down his arm, along his back, touching all the spots that he could reach the in turn made Hannibal moan.
“It wasn't that I didn't want you to touch me, it was more about your already having touched me. “They glanced at the man sleeping between them. ”Also,” he continued, “You and me...there are so many conversation we need to have before we're intimate again.” he caressed Hannibal's bottom lip. They both smiled, recognizing the look in each others eyes. They leaned in, over the pilot, and kissed, slowly, gently, a first kiss.
“That's hot.” came from under them. Laughing, they leaned down, pulling the pilot into their kiss, before snuggling back into each other. The next day they would talk, but for right now the just enjoyed being together.