Frank stays still at the first press of Murdock's mouth. It's a whisper. A nothing, except a starting point. Consent that's so often denied from this man that it feels like a goddamn benediction to be weaponized. But that's good. Frank understands that. It's enough.
His mouth moves hard and sudden against Murdock's, teeth catching against lips and a thumb pressed into the tender center of a bruise as he backs them fully against the counter with a thud of weight and muscle.]
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Frank stays still at the first press of Murdock's mouth. It's a whisper. A nothing, except a starting point. Consent that's so often denied from this man that it feels like a goddamn benediction to be weaponized. But that's good. Frank understands that. It's enough.
His mouth moves hard and sudden against Murdock's, teeth catching against lips and a thumb pressed into the tender center of a bruise as he backs them fully against the counter with a thud of weight and muscle.]