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sonora_coneja) wrote2010-11-09 05:53 pm
sonora_coneja) wrote2010-11-09 05:53 pm
Don't Let Your Right Hand Know What Your Left Hand is Doing
Pairing: Murdock/Lefty
Rating: R
Warnings: dub-con? craziness? You decide...
Summary: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
So, who remembers the episode where Murdock puts on a black leather gloves and thinks his hand is called Lefty? Well, I want Murdock/Lefty. Please.
And if it's dub!con with Lefty topping, well, extra porny brownie points for you, anon! ^^
Umm, so Murdock has a pair of Hannibal’s gloves. One of them is feeling very left out of the smexings and takes the situation in, uh, hand?
This story is so not my fault...
Murdock waves goodbye to Face, the conman waiting across the street with his Corvette, making sure Murdock gets back to the VA safely. It's always so nice of Face, dropping him off back home like this, even if it's never as much fun as when Face picked him up. He watches his buddy wave back and drive off and he skips up the steps, entirely happy, still warm and full and stretched, the lingering burn something Face always gives him before sending him back here. He'll be sore from it tomorrow, but it was so worth it, he thinks as the nurse leads him back to his room.
"Sweet lady," he croons to her and she smiles and unlocks his room. They'd gotten used to Murdock's little outings years ago. Doesn't seem to bother them anymore.
"Goodnight, Mr. Murdock," she says and slides the deadbolt home. "we'll be by with dinner in a bit, okay?"
Murdock yawns, smacking his lips. "Thank you kindly, doll," he drawls back and hears her go off, giggling. He smiles again, stripping off jacket and shoes and hat and pants, moving to his shirt, working on the buttons that Face had just an hour ago done up for him, wanting to slide into bed and dream about his buddy some more...
...when he hears a muffled protest from the inner pocket of his battered leather bomber jacket. It sounds like, but no...he'd given Hannibal back his gloves, right?
"Let me out!"
Guess not. Murdock leaves his shirt on, hanging half open, and pads barefoot over to where his jacket lay, over the back of his chair. He reaches into his pocket, feeling around with his fingers and...
"Took you long enough! It's suffocatin' in there!"
Murdock pulls his hand back. Left hand, black glove, so that meant...
"Lefty! How you been, muchacho?" he asks genially, bringing his hand around to where he can see it.
His thumb slumps a little in the black leather in response.
"Oh no, Lefty, you don't look so good."
The glove whines in agreement. "You never play with me any more, HM. Took me on a mission a few weeks ago and everything. Miss that."
Murdock pets the back of his left hand with his right, hoping that's going to be soothing enough. It feels nice, as far as he can tell. Real nice. "It's okay. I can take you on the next one..."
Lefty sniffles, like he's going to start crying and Murdock just can't stand for that. How's a glove gonna cry? It's not like he has tear ducts or anything like that. "And...and...I could hear you and Faceman, sounded so happy together, and...I felt so left out... left out Lefty..."
"No, no," Murdock protests, panicking. How's he goin' to fix this? He never meant to hurt his little pal's feelings. "Nobody's leaving you out, I just didn't know you were in my jacket's'all."
"Cause you forgot about me," the glove wails, and Murdock goes for his tissues, trying to quiet the little fella down. "Forgot all about me and I love you so much, HM, can't hardly stand it..."
"What can I do, little gloveman?" Murdock asks, cradling his hand to his chest and falling back on his bed. "How can I make it up to you? You can join in next time, if you'd like..."
He feels a pinch at his chest, and two fingers are unhooking another button and reaching in, rubbing against his now-bare stomach, teasing the waistband of his briefs, circling his hips. It's a good feeling, that smooth slide of black leather and he lets himself relax into it for a moment, closing his eyes...
And then Murdock shoots straight up. "Lefty, Lefty, little man, stop it, you gotta stop."
He lifts the gloved hand up to his face and glares at him. He can't cheat on Face! But Lefty just looks so needy, so eager, and he did leave him out of the day's fun, so...
"Please, HM? You said you'd make it up to me..."
Murdock blushes and does nothing to stop him as Lefty falls back to his chest and runs all the way down his body, hard and heavy, lovely pressure, the slightest snap of elastic as he tugs on the briefs again.
Murdock nods and lifts his hips a little, letting the glove get a good hold on the fabric and pull it completely off. His cock springs free, hard already, and Lefty makes a purr of pure pleasure as he wraps around the aching length. Stroking, long strokes, playing along the sensitive skin, that fat undervein, thumbing the slit where he's already starting to leak, the precum turning friction into a wonderful glide, dipping down to gently fondle his sac, one ball and then the other, squeezing...
"Oh, just like that, Lefty," the pilot begs, hips frantic off the thin mattress. "Just like that, oh nelly, that feels good..."
His encouragement seems to drive the glove to squeeze a little more, pick up speed, and damn Lefty is good at this. His toes are curling and he can feel the tell-tale tingle starting up along his spine and he's ready to just let himself go, so close, so, so close, and then he feels the gloved heel of his hand press up against his balls and a finger slip a little further south...oh, no, that's Face's territory...
"Wanna feel where he was, oh, HM..."
...and that gloved finger slips inside him, followed closely by a second, easy and gentle and soft from the leather, crooking around and hitting him right there...
Murdock arches up and howls as his orgasm hits him fully, back leaving the bed. He stuffs his right hand into his mouth, a little tingly from how he's been laying on it, stifling the noise as his release covers his belly and the cheap sheets.
Lefty slips out and cuddles into his hip, Murdock's breathing heavy and hard in the quiet room. When he can manage it, he sighs a little and runs his right hand through his hair. "I guess we can work somethin' out with Face. Feel real good, Lefty."
The glove's gone silent. Playtime over. Murdock grins broadly to himself, alone again. That's the best imaginary friend he's had in years, discounting Billy pf course cause Billy's real and he's thinking about how much fun it's going to be with Face the next time he sees him...
And then he hears a completely different little whine up by his ear, down by his discarded pants. "But Murdock, you always use me, and I didn't even get to help out and, and..."
Sniffles.
He sighs.
Socky
It's going to be a long night.
Rating: R
Warnings: dub-con? craziness? You decide...
Summary: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
So, who remembers the episode where Murdock puts on a black leather gloves and thinks his hand is called Lefty? Well, I want Murdock/Lefty. Please.
And if it's dub!con with Lefty topping, well, extra porny brownie points for you, anon! ^^
Umm, so Murdock has a pair of Hannibal’s gloves. One of them is feeling very left out of the smexings and takes the situation in, uh, hand?
This story is so not my fault...
Murdock waves goodbye to Face, the conman waiting across the street with his Corvette, making sure Murdock gets back to the VA safely. It's always so nice of Face, dropping him off back home like this, even if it's never as much fun as when Face picked him up. He watches his buddy wave back and drive off and he skips up the steps, entirely happy, still warm and full and stretched, the lingering burn something Face always gives him before sending him back here. He'll be sore from it tomorrow, but it was so worth it, he thinks as the nurse leads him back to his room.
"Sweet lady," he croons to her and she smiles and unlocks his room. They'd gotten used to Murdock's little outings years ago. Doesn't seem to bother them anymore.
"Goodnight, Mr. Murdock," she says and slides the deadbolt home. "we'll be by with dinner in a bit, okay?"
Murdock yawns, smacking his lips. "Thank you kindly, doll," he drawls back and hears her go off, giggling. He smiles again, stripping off jacket and shoes and hat and pants, moving to his shirt, working on the buttons that Face had just an hour ago done up for him, wanting to slide into bed and dream about his buddy some more...
...when he hears a muffled protest from the inner pocket of his battered leather bomber jacket. It sounds like, but no...he'd given Hannibal back his gloves, right?
"Let me out!"
Guess not. Murdock leaves his shirt on, hanging half open, and pads barefoot over to where his jacket lay, over the back of his chair. He reaches into his pocket, feeling around with his fingers and...
"Took you long enough! It's suffocatin' in there!"
Murdock pulls his hand back. Left hand, black glove, so that meant...
"Lefty! How you been, muchacho?" he asks genially, bringing his hand around to where he can see it.
His thumb slumps a little in the black leather in response.
"Oh no, Lefty, you don't look so good."
The glove whines in agreement. "You never play with me any more, HM. Took me on a mission a few weeks ago and everything. Miss that."
Murdock pets the back of his left hand with his right, hoping that's going to be soothing enough. It feels nice, as far as he can tell. Real nice. "It's okay. I can take you on the next one..."
Lefty sniffles, like he's going to start crying and Murdock just can't stand for that. How's a glove gonna cry? It's not like he has tear ducts or anything like that. "And...and...I could hear you and Faceman, sounded so happy together, and...I felt so left out... left out Lefty..."
"No, no," Murdock protests, panicking. How's he goin' to fix this? He never meant to hurt his little pal's feelings. "Nobody's leaving you out, I just didn't know you were in my jacket's'all."
"Cause you forgot about me," the glove wails, and Murdock goes for his tissues, trying to quiet the little fella down. "Forgot all about me and I love you so much, HM, can't hardly stand it..."
"What can I do, little gloveman?" Murdock asks, cradling his hand to his chest and falling back on his bed. "How can I make it up to you? You can join in next time, if you'd like..."
He feels a pinch at his chest, and two fingers are unhooking another button and reaching in, rubbing against his now-bare stomach, teasing the waistband of his briefs, circling his hips. It's a good feeling, that smooth slide of black leather and he lets himself relax into it for a moment, closing his eyes...
And then Murdock shoots straight up. "Lefty, Lefty, little man, stop it, you gotta stop."
He lifts the gloved hand up to his face and glares at him. He can't cheat on Face! But Lefty just looks so needy, so eager, and he did leave him out of the day's fun, so...
"Please, HM? You said you'd make it up to me..."
Murdock blushes and does nothing to stop him as Lefty falls back to his chest and runs all the way down his body, hard and heavy, lovely pressure, the slightest snap of elastic as he tugs on the briefs again.
Murdock nods and lifts his hips a little, letting the glove get a good hold on the fabric and pull it completely off. His cock springs free, hard already, and Lefty makes a purr of pure pleasure as he wraps around the aching length. Stroking, long strokes, playing along the sensitive skin, that fat undervein, thumbing the slit where he's already starting to leak, the precum turning friction into a wonderful glide, dipping down to gently fondle his sac, one ball and then the other, squeezing...
"Oh, just like that, Lefty," the pilot begs, hips frantic off the thin mattress. "Just like that, oh nelly, that feels good..."
His encouragement seems to drive the glove to squeeze a little more, pick up speed, and damn Lefty is good at this. His toes are curling and he can feel the tell-tale tingle starting up along his spine and he's ready to just let himself go, so close, so, so close, and then he feels the gloved heel of his hand press up against his balls and a finger slip a little further south...oh, no, that's Face's territory...
"Wanna feel where he was, oh, HM..."
...and that gloved finger slips inside him, followed closely by a second, easy and gentle and soft from the leather, crooking around and hitting him right there...
Murdock arches up and howls as his orgasm hits him fully, back leaving the bed. He stuffs his right hand into his mouth, a little tingly from how he's been laying on it, stifling the noise as his release covers his belly and the cheap sheets.
Lefty slips out and cuddles into his hip, Murdock's breathing heavy and hard in the quiet room. When he can manage it, he sighs a little and runs his right hand through his hair. "I guess we can work somethin' out with Face. Feel real good, Lefty."
The glove's gone silent. Playtime over. Murdock grins broadly to himself, alone again. That's the best imaginary friend he's had in years, discounting Billy pf course cause Billy's real and he's thinking about how much fun it's going to be with Face the next time he sees him...
And then he hears a completely different little whine up by his ear, down by his discarded pants. "But Murdock, you always use me, and I didn't even get to help out and, and..."
Sniffles.
He sighs.
Socky
It's going to be a long night.