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Matt ducked under one of Frank’s heavy blows as he twisted around and behind the man to land a slew of sharp jabs into the small of his back. Frank let out a small grunt of pain before spinning around to face Matt once again. Sweat and blood dripped freely from the two men onto the concrete of the apartment roof they were fighting on and Matt could tell that this was going to be a long fight.

“That all you got, Red?” Frank called out. “We’ll be going all night if you keep fighting like that.” 

Matt scoffed, not bothering to respond with a jibe of his own. On any other day, he would have retorted, but he was a tad too winded from his sprint across the rooftops to respond without sounding like he was an eighty-year-old asthmatic.  

Matt had found Frank on this rooftop, rifle poised and eye glued to the scope. Matt had no idea how far away his target was but knew he couldn’t let the man execute another criminal, no matter what they’d done. He’d dropped in from the rooftop above with a shout, kicking the gun away from Frank as the surprised man rolled away from Daredevil and sprang to his feet. With a curse, he drew a handgun in a futile move; Matt’s baton immediately sailed through the air as he knocked the weapon out of Frank’s hand. 

“Red,” Frank had snarled, anger and frustration filling his voice. “You better have a good fucking reason for interrupting me. I spent two hours setting up that shot and now that piece of shit gets to walk away.” 

Matt let out an irritated noise. “You know I can’t just let you take that man’s life. You don’t get to play-” 

“Don’t give me that shit, Red. I know your whole ‘judge, jury, and executioner’ spiel, save your goddamn breath.” 

“Then you also know that my reason for being here is my entire purpose as Daredevil, Frank.” 

“That ain’t a good reason and you know it.” 

Matt huffed out a frustrated breath. “Then let’s get this over with, Castle. I’m not letting you put another person in the ground. Not tonight.” 

Frank had charged at Matt with a bellow, fists swinging and leading to their current engagement. 

Frank had insane stamina and strength, throwing punches with the force of a sledgehammer behind them. He was tough and knew how to take a punch, meaning Matt would have to work hard if he wanted to take the ex-Marine down. 

The two men circled each other before Matt darted in closer to Frank. He dodged below another heavy blow as it whistled past his ear before dropping to the ground, swinging his leg in a wide arc that caught Frank’s ankles and swept him off his feet. With a loud grunt, the man slammed into the ground, all two hundred pounds of muscle landing hard against the concrete.  

In an instant, Matt was up and on top of Frank, straddling his hips as he raised a fist. But as he inhaled, a scent filled his nose. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t smelled Frank before. Hell, it was how he tracked him most of the time. But something about it was different, tonight. The regular mix of blood, gunpowder, and death that washed over him was tinged with something else, something earthy and musky and masculine, coating the insides of his nose and bathing his tongue. 

And oh , it was amazing. 

Intoxicating and heavy in the best and worst way possible. Matt felt himself pause as heat rushed through his body. His nostrils flared to catch more of the scent, but before he could really lose himself in it, Frank took advantage of his indecision. 

He grabbed the hand Matt had pushing down on his chest, chasing his hand as Matt instinctively withdrew and gripped on. He shoved Matt’s hands towards his lower abdomen before wrapping his foot around Matt’s, trapping it before. With a grunt, he arched his hips and rolled, switching their positions and leaving Matt pinned below him with his legs wrapped around Frank’s abdomen. 

Frank snatched Matt’s hands off his chest and pressed them against the rough concrete below him. Matt could feel Frank’s eyes raking over him as he squirmed against the man, fighting to get out of his iron grip. It was, in the end, as futile as him trying to break out of those chains Frank had wrapped him in after knocking him out. 

“Seeing something you like, Frank?” Matt taunted, frustrated at his own arousal more than anything else. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Frank Castle was admiring me.” 

Frank snorted before leaning closer and rumbling, “You ain’t that far from the truth, Red. Keep looking at those damn red lips of yours. Thinking about how good they’d look wrapped around my cock.” 

That was nowhere near the answer Matt was expecting and his body showed it. A shiver worked its way through him, disbelief written on his face as said lips parted in surprise. Frank easily noticed his reaction and a predatory grin spread across his face. 

“Ever since I saw you that first night, when you tried to stop me and I saw those goddamn lips of yours, I’ve wanted them.” 

Frank pressed even closer, the heat from his body starting to excite Matt’s own. The hard outline of Frank’s cock pressed against Matt’s, and the masked man let out a small moan as Frank ever so slightly rubbed up against Matt. Blood rushed towards his dick and Matt was helpless to do anything but freeze as his own arousal overtook him and his world narrowed to the pleasure he felt. Heat flooded through his body and suddenly it seemed all he could hear was the steady, pounding rhythm of Frank’s heart. He could smell Frank’s desire, a musky note added to his regular scent of copper and smoke. It wasn’t long before he was fully hard, another breathy moan tearing itself free from his throat as Frank rubbed his body up against Matt’s trapped dick. That caused Frank’s heart to skip, diverting from its usual beat. But he refused to push back into Frank. He had not yet fallen low enough to be seeking pleasure from a murderer . 

”Tell me to stop, and I will,” he murmured.

But Matt didn’t make a single move.

The ex-Marine leaned farther in, closer to Matt’s ears, before whispering, low, raspy, and dirty. 

 “I can feel you, Red. I can feel you holding back. If you really want to hold back, maybe I should tie you up like I did before,” Frank snarled. “Wrap you in my chains and force my dick into that pretty mouth and Make. You. Take it.” 

He punctuated each of the last words with a thrust of his hips and Matt felt his resolve breaking. Pre-cum was leaking from his tip and the pressure from Frank was only enhancing the feeling. He was trembling with arousal and Frank was warm and rough and everything Matt want- no, he didn’t! Matt scolded himself for obeying the instincts of his body, the desire to seek the heat of another living thing, to be taken and filled, and oh - Frank thrusting forward should not feel that good - 

-no, he needed to stop this before it got out of hand, but-

- ah , Frank was far too good at this and it had been so long since he’d last gotten off- 

-but from Frank fucking Castle? No, no- 

The last of his clashing thoughts were silenced as Frank raised Matt’s hips and squeezed his ass, kneading and molding the flesh kept caged below the tough fabric of his suit. 

“Frank…” Matt breathed out, whiny and desperate. 

“God, Red,” Frank groaned. “I wish you could see yourself. Jesus, you look so fucking wrecked. So pretty, so good for me.” 

Matt moaned in an automatic response to the praise, failing to find the ability to even scold Frank for using the Lord’s name in vain as his hips instinctively twitched back towards Frank’s. Frank noticed, just like he noticed everything, and that same dangerous smile returned. 

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Frank whispered. “You like being stuck below me. With me whispering in your ear about how you’re my good boy .” 

The reaction was instantaneous. Matt gasped as arousal pulsed through him. His gasp only added fuel to the fire, though, as Frank’s scent flooded into his nose again, consuming his senses as he cried out with pure need. He had never been this hard in his entire life. He shuddered, instinctively pushing back into Frank’s warm body as he sought more pleasure. 

Every single thought of refusing to seek pleasure from the man faded under the onslaught of sensations Matt felt. All that was left was fire coursing through his veins, just as overwhelming as the flames that made up his vision. 

But the ex-Marine simply tutted with a dark grin as he stilled his own hips. With one hand still pinning Matt’s hands above his head, he used the other to still Matt’s hips, making the vigilante let out a frantic sob. 

“Not yet, doll. I didn’t say you could move, did I?” 

Matt frantically shook his head, tears forming in his eyes as he was denied his pleasure. 

“No, no, but please-” Matt choked himself off, trying one last time to maintain his dignity and remain pure of the sin of homosexuality. 

Frank raised an eyebrow. “Daredevil himself, begging?” 

He leaned in even closer and rasped in Matt’s ear. “Tell me what you want, doll. I wanna hear you say it.” 

Matt keened at the low timbre of his voice, writhing as the everlasting battle of pleasure and ingrained beliefs warred in his head once again. He bit his lip so hard he felt skin break, before finally, finally whispering, “Frank, please… touch me.” 

“There you go,” Frank grinned against Matt’s skin. “I’ve got you, just be patient for me real quick.”

Frank leaned back to admire Matt once again, watching the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen fall apart underneath him, reduced to a begging mess with just the barest stimulation. It was a beautiful thing to view, to know that he was the sole cause of such a visceral reaction. His grip on Matt’s hands loosened for a fraction of a second as the man lost himself in his own desire. 

But just as Matt had underestimated Frank before, Frank now made the same mistake, and it seemed that the man was not as far gone as he’d thought. Matt felt his head begin to clear after Frank stopped to let his eyes rake over Matt. With his clearing head came a desperate need—though this time, it was the need to escape before Frank could go any farther, before Matt could give in to his own sinful desires. 

Matt executed the same move Frank had on him, but instead of caging Frank down again, he sprang away, needing the distance between them if he was going to recover and continue the fight. He rose on trembling legs to face Frank again, willing for his erection to go away, but he could sense that Frank’s heart and anger were no longer invested in their spat. He raised shaking fists as Frank, too, rose to his feet with a heavy sigh. 

“We really gonna play this game, Red? I know what I want, and from what I could see, I think I know what you want too.” 

“No, you- you don’t know jack shit about what I want, Frank,” Matt stammered out. 

The marine snorted. “Yeah, and that tent in your pants just means you’re pissed at me.”

Matt stayed quiet, anger and arousal warring in his blood. He couldn’t deny that he wanted this. Hell, he couldn’t even deny that he found Frank attractive. But this was something he felt was unforgivable. Frank was a trained killer who went against everything Matt stood for. But God, his touch and his raspy voice were indescribably tempting. 

“What about your wife?” he finally ground out. Matt knew it was a low blow, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He had to get Frank away from him. 

Frank stiffened. “Don’t you bring her into this, Red. I had a life before her where I found who I am. But you don’t ever get to question our marriage. I loved her and she loved me. She knew me and she trusted me.” 

Matt let out a bitter laugh as he continued to try and steady his legs. “Yeah, well, now look where that trust got you.” 

Frank’s voice went low and cold. “I avenged them, Red. I’m making sure all those pieces of shit pay, but after I do that, I don’t want to live the rest of my life alone. Thought you of all people would understand that. This life takes a toll. Having someone else to share the burden would be nice.” 

Matt fidgeted, tossed around in an emotional and stormy mix of arousal, pity, anger, and empathy. He wanted to deny that he was attracted to Frank. But he couldn’t. The last half an hour had proven that. Nor could he deny that having someone there would be nice. After opening himself up to Karen and Foggy, sharing his burdens and telling them about his life as a vigilante, his life had gotten better. Frank didn’t have any of that. His wife and kids were dead and the only people who cared about him right now were the ones who wanted to see him either in the ground or in a cell. Most fell into the former category. 

Matt lurched out of his thoughts as Frank began to speak again, low and tired, and Matt heard Frank drag a hand over his face, stubble and skin catching against his calluses. “Red, I’m sorry for earlier. I went too far, and I pushed you into something you’re not comfortable with. I thought-” His shoulders slouched as he turned away from Matt. “Just… I’ll see you around, Red. If you don’t want to see me again, I get it.” 

Frank started to shuffle away, heavy footfalls painting his slouched outline clearly for Matt. It was a picture of misery complete with the sharp scent of shame leaking off him. Matt bit his lip as he heard the man lumber further away. Turmoil writhed in his brain, but he knew one thing for certain: he didn’t want to let Frank Castle walk away again. 

“Frank, wait.” 

Frank stopped immediately, turning on a dime as if he’d almost been wishing Matt would call him back. 

“I-” Matt paused, chewing on his lip as worry creased his brow beneath the mask. “Please don’t go. I know what I said about it being a sin, but… Frank, maybe you’re right. I think that I want to give us a try.” 

Frank didn’t respond, but Matt could hear his heart rate pick up ever so slightly at the confession. 

“Red, I don’t want you to be pushed into anything you don’t want to. I know what I did earlier was wrong, don’t feel pressured to say something just cause I couldn’t keep it in my goddamn pants.” 

“No, Frank. This is… it’s something I want to try.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

A slow smile spread across Frank’s face as he made his way back across the roof, towards Matt, towards a chance at, maybe not at love, but at something. And that possibility, that chance, was completely worth fighting for. Frank stopped just in front of Matt, breathing hard. Reaching out with a gentle hand, he touched Matt’s chin and raised it so that Matt’s downturned gaze looked up at him. Matt immediately began to tremble. Frank slid his other hand to caress Matt’s cheek, staring into the red lenses of Matt’s mask as he slowly leaned in. Less than an inch away from Matt’s lips, he paused, giving the other man the power to choose what he wanted. 

A moment passed, then another as the two shared breaths, and Frank began to feel fear fill his stomach. Had he read Matt wrong? Was he moving too fast? But to his relief and joy, Matt slowly moved forward to meet his lips and they were kissing. 

Frank’s chapped lips felt rough against his own and he could taste the alcohol and blood that seemed permanently stained onto them. It was soft and gentle, not at all what he was expecting based on their earlier experience, but greatly appreciated. Matt almost wanted to cry from how kind it was. They broke apart for a moment after the first kiss, pressing their foreheads together. Matt knew his horns had to be uncomfortable, but he couldn’t bring himself to break away, not when he could feel the pure joy emanating from both him and Frank. 

They met again for a second kiss, but this one soon turned deeper and dirtier than the first. Frank gripped Matt’s face as he tentatively licked Matt’s lips, silently asking for access to the other man’s mouth. He complied, obediently opening his mouth to let Frank map the inside with his tongue. It was wet and hot and so dirty and Matt loved every second of it. He could feel that familiar warmth rushing through his body and towards his groin once again, but before things could really escalate, he broke away. Frank chased his lips for a second before realizing that something was wrong, upon which he retreated and slid his hands down Matt’s face to hold his hands instead. 

Matt chewed on his lip again and quirked his lips in a small smile, melting a little bit inside at how soft Frank was right now. 

“Before we really get into anything,” Matt started. “I think there’s something I have to show you.” 

Matt took a deep breath before raising his hands out of Frank’s grip and up to his face. He clasped the dark red material of his helmet in his hands, taking one more breath before he pulled it off. He heard Frank’s sharp intake of breath and figured that he probably had the worst helmet hair possible, but it didn’t seem to matter to Frank. 

His heart rate picked up and Matt flushed in tandem with Frank as he felt heat start to course through the other man’s body. 

“Holy shit.” 

Matt gave a sheepish grin. “Hey, Frank.”

“Hey, Murdock.” 

Before Matt could reply, Frank let out a bark of laughter. “Man, I should’ve known from the second I saw you in that hospital room. Red glasses, doing God’s work helping the needy. Who else could it have been?” 

Matt laughed. “Probably someone who can see. I’m sure you have so many questions right now-”

“I sure as hell do. But we can get to those later. Now that I know who you are, we’ve got a lot more time to talk about this. Right now, all I can think about is how much I want to get you out of that suit and under me.” 

Matt immediately flushed red, causing Frank to laugh even harder as the blush spread further down his body. 

Frank brought their mouths together again in a long kiss before breaking apart. He whispered, “I’ll take it you’re interested too, doll. But I want to show you a good time. You live anywhere near here?” 

Matt shivered, nodding his affirmative. 

“Shall we?” 

“Please.” 

They arrived at Matt’s apartment in record time, and suddenly, Matt had never been so grateful for roof access. The two of them slipped into the apartment, and Frank whistled as he saw the giant billboard that lit up the living room. 

“Sure hope you got a discount on this, Red.” 

“I did. Really helped to have a law firm, too.” 

“Amazing. Now, where’s your bedroom?” 

Matt laughed. “Right this way, Mr. Castle.” 

Matt grabbed Frank’s hand and led him to the room, chuckling as Frank stumbled as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Without the billboard lighting up everything, the room was about as bright as outside, with the drapes barely doing anything to dim the city lights. 

With a playful grunt, Frank tugged Matt towards him again, wrapping him in one arm as he kissed him again. It was the same type of kiss as their second one had been and it lit Matt up almost immediately. He moaned into the kiss and felt Frank smirk back at him. When he broke away, both were panting from the heat flowing through their bodies, and Frank had only one question:

“How the hell do you get out of that thing?” 

The lawyer merely laughed before reaching for a zipper at the base of his neck. He pulled it down and with a bit of assistance from Frank, was soon in nothing but his boxer briefs. Frank gently pushed him onto the bed, where he lay, eagle-spread as he waited. He felt vulnerable and a little embarrassed, feeling Frank’s eyes rake over him once again, this time without the suit to hide anything. 

“You’re beautiful, Matt,” Frank whispered. 

“Trust me, I know,” Matt grinned. 

“You little shit…” Frank stripped quickly until he too was in nothing but his boxers and crawled into bed with Matt, caging him in as he straddled the young lawyer. 

Frank groaned. “God, I’ve been waiting so long for this.” 

Matt let out a nervous laugh that turned into a muffled groan as Frank attacked his jaw. He nibbled and licked and sucked his way down Matt’s jaw and neck, only pausing when he felt Matt react strongly to one area being stimulated. 

Matt’s erection had flagged while they made the trip back to his apartment, but with the kiss and the extra stimulation, it quickly regained interest. As Frank paused to nibble at an area below his chin, Matt let out a stifled whimper. 

“Nah, Red, don’t you hold any of those noises back. They’re mine. Now be a good boy and let me hear them.” 

Praise combined with stimulation quickly turned Matt’s brain into mush, leaving him once again at the mercy of his own pleasure. Frank began to make his way down his chest with his mouth as his hands traced along his skin, and Matt was letting him know how good every single sensation was. 

His breath caught as Frank’s breath ghosted over one of his nipples, whining as pure heat washed through him. 

“Oh, my- Frank, Frank, Frank!” 

Matt felt the man smile against his skin before pulling away. Matt let out a confused noise as he left, but Frank returned almost instantly. He took one of Matt’s nipples into his mouth and sucked and Matt just about screamed. Frank continued laving his tongue over the hard, rosy bud, causing Matt to shake with need. Not wanting to leave the other unattended, Frank brought up one hand to tweak it, twisting and rubbing the pain away as the other crept down to grope his ass. 

Matt moaned with the overwhelming sensations, losing himself in his pleasure faster than he ever had before. He felt like he was drowning in pure stimulation, felt like he was nothing but pleasure and pain all mixing together in one beautiful, erotic mess. 

Frank lifted his head from the first nipple and blew on the spit-soaked bud, the cold air causing Matt to gasp and arch up towards it as white-hot pleasure shot to his groin. Then Frank switched to the other nipple and repeated the process again, leaving Matt shivering. 

With a cry, Matt realized he was on the brink of orgasm with just the barest stimulation. He felt tears building in his eyes as pleasure began to overtake him. He was hanging off a cliff, trying not to fall into oblivion, into the dangerous void of pleasure. But with each passing second, another finger slipped off the ledge. 

“Please, Frank…” 

The man in question let out a low chuckle. “God, I love hearing you beg, Red.” 

Ceasing his torture of Matt’s nipples, Frank moved his attention downwards. He peeled off Matt’s boxers, already soaked with pre-cum, both new and old, and reached down to cup Matt’s balls. 

Matt’s breath hitched as he felt Frank caress his perineum and felt himself slip ever so closer to the edge of his orgasm. 

“ Frank ,” Matt begged. “Please touch me .” 

Frank was not a man to refuse such sweet begging. With a small groan, he swiped a thumb over the head of Matt’s cock and began jerking him off. Matt moaned as he melted into the bed at the stimulation, felt Frank’s breath get deeper as he got off on Matt’s arousal. 

“Look at you being so good for me,” Frank mumbled. “Taking everything I’m giving you and even asking for more.” 

The man underneath him cried out with the praise, before gasping out, “Frank, Frank, I’m close, I’m so close-” 

“I’ve got you, Red, I’ve got you.” 

And suddenly, Frank had an idea. It had been lingering in the back of his mind ever since he’d seen Matt react so viscerally to his nipples being wet and blown on and caused him to wonder if he’d react the same to it being done to his cock. 

With a vicious grin as Matt approached his climax, Frank let go of Matt’s cock. The younger man let out a piteous, frantic whine as his stimulation was suddenly stopped, starting to sit up and reach for his cock. 

With a gentle hand, Frank pushed his hands away, and whispered, “Trust me, Matt.” 

With an unhappy whimper, Matt complied, laying back down as Frank lowered his head to get closer to Matt’s cock. 

Taking a deep breath in, he gently blew air over Matt’s cock, and Matt’s world turned white. He let out a scream as his orgasm rushed through him, lighting him up from head to toe with pleasure as he writhed beneath Frank. Matt, overwhelmed and consumed with insatiable need , thrust into the air, chasing his own desperate want. Ropes of cum shot from his dick and splattered all over his chest. 

As the last of his orgasm faded from his body, Matt felt tears running down his face and heard small hiccuping sobs coming from someone. Then he realized that he was the one making them. Cum was splattered all over his stomach, drying quickly. Frank was panting above him and Matt let out a whimper as one of his breaths got too close to his sensitive cock. 

“So good for me, Red, you did so well,” Frank whispered. “Where do you keep your towels, Matty?” 

Too drained and unable to verbally respond, Matt gestured in the general direction of the bathroom. 

“Thanks.” 

Matt could hear Frank rustling through the bathroom and kitchen and was relieved when the man returned with a washcloth and a cup of water. 

“Here, Matt. Drink this. You must be exhausted.” 

Matt indeed was exhausted. He’d just had the best orgasm of his life after being edged by the same man for at least half an hour before that and wanted nothing more than to sleep. But with Frank’s gentle urging, he drank the water and allowed himself to be wiped down before flopping down in defeat. 

“You did so well, Matt, you were so amazing,” Frank rumbled. He sank down on the bed next to the exhausted lawyer, pulling him closer as Matt’s world faded into darkness. 

The next morning, Matt woke up bleary and tired. He rolled over, slapping around his nightstand to find his alarm, which proudly announced that it was Saturday, 11:38 A.M. 

Shit . 

He was late for work. He threw himself out of bed, rushing to find his boxers and get dressed. But as he was about to start tearing through his closet for a suit to wear, he paused. The alarm clock… what had it said? 

He walked over to the announcing clock and tapped it again. 

“It is Saturday, 11:43 A.M.,” came an electronic voice. 

Matt almost wanted to laugh in relief. He’d never been more glad that it was a Saturday. As he sank back into bed, he let out a breath of relief. But with a start, he realized that his bed was empty. Frank was gone. A hollow feeling filled his chest as he realized that despite their whole talk about what they wanted to be, what they wanted to try after months of dancing around each other, he had left after the first night. Was it because he hadn’t had the chance to come? 

Matt’s thoughts began to spiral as he paced in his room, thinking of what he had possibly done wrong. He had just finished assessing their first kiss when he realized that the door was opening. Immediately on guard, he almost let out a cry of joy as he scented the air and realized that it was Frank. And he had food. 

Relief flooded through Matt. Frank hadn’t left him. Frank hadn’t abandoned him. Frank had gotten breakfast. 

And maybe, just maybe, they could make it to tomorrow. 

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It was that strange time in New York again. When the final chill of winter loosened its final grasp and the hot, humid embrace of summer enveloped the city. When sweat dripped down the back of everyone’s neck by seven in the morning and the city felt like it would explode with the tension created by overwhelming heat. 

It was a time just like when Matt and Frank had first met in Hell’s Kitchen, just about a year ago from today. 

Matt sat sprawled in a creaky office chair, exhausted from both a heavy night out last night as Daredevil and an early morning with Frank’s insatiable hunger for Matt’s skin. Now that Frank has moved in, it was like nothing could cease his cravings. Every morning, Matt would wake to the softest kisses on his forehead or the back of his neck. Sometimes it stayed soft. Sometimes it turned dirty. 

(He begrudgingly admitted to Frank two weeks ago that he preferred when it got dirty, and had been waking up with a mouth nibbling his neck, ear, or jaw ever since.)

Foggy had been the first to notice the new bruises on Matt’s neck when he walked into work, and even though he was aware that Matt finally reclaimed the suit and the mantle of Daredevil, he knew for a fact those marks weren’t from criminals’ punches. As soon as Matt was seated in his chair, Foggy waltzed into his office with a wide grin on his face. 

“So, who’s the lucky carnivore?” Foggy joked. “She seems like a real man eater.”

“We’ll, he’s definitely a man eater.” Matt muttered, slipping sheets of paper out of his briefcase. 

Foggy’s face lit up. “ He? Do my ears deceive me? Matthew Michael Murdock, the Catholic poster boy, is dating a man?” he crowed. Matt groaned and dropped his face into his hands, the tips of his ears reddening and a blush working its way across his face. 

It’s not like he was embarrassed to be dating a man. The issue stemmed from the fact that he was dating the Punisher. Karen, bless her soul, wouldn’t mind, after her own adventures with Frank Castle, but Foggy might be a bit… less open to the idea of his best friend dating the man who tried to kill him. 

Karen, of course, chose that exact moment to join the duo. She was holding a stack of papers, probably the documents that Mr. Faldor had so much trouble finding until Karen got on the phone with him. The floral scent of her shampoo and the persistent smell of badly-brewed coffee followed her, filling the room with her presence as her high heels clicked against the floor. Matt fought back a sneeze. She’d been gracious with the grounds she used this morning, and from what he could tell, it wasn’t decaf. 

“What’s this I’m hearing about Matt and his new boyfriend?” she asked, and Matt could hear the smile on her lips. 

Foggy chuckled. “Yeah, he was just gonna tell me all about this mysterious man eater, specifically his first and last name so we can do a background check with Brett. Isn’t that right, Matt?” 

He lifted his reddened face from his slumped over position. Foggy’s tone was teasing, but there was a note of steel in it that suggested he wasn’t entirely joking. But, considering his past taste in partners, it wasn’t surprising. Plus, it was nice to know that someone cared enough to ensure his romantic interests weren’t serial killers. Not that he didn’t already know that about his current… interest? They hadn’t put a name on it, not quite yet, so Matt wavered mentally on what to refer to Frank as. Considering the man’s past, he didn’t want to insert himself into a position Frank didn’t want him in, and he sure as hell didn’t want Frank to feel like he was replacing Maria. That would be a conversation for another time. 

The next thing he knew, Foggy was snapping his fingers in his face, actual concern replacing the teasing attitude. He blinked, surprised he’d gotten so distracted. 

“Hey, Earth to Matt,” he said. “You don’t, like, have a traumatic brain injury you didn’t tell us about, right? Cause if you do, I swear I’m dragging you to the hospital myself.” 

Matt waved him off. “No, I just got… lost in my thoughts. And no, Foggy, you are not doing a background check on him. He’s fine, I promise. I’d trust him with my life.” 

Foggy opened his mouth to respond, but loud brrring from Foggy’s office interrupted him. Matt smiled, leaning back in his chair and giving his friend a little “go on” gesture. Foggy flipped him off as he left Matt’s office, hollering back, “This isn’t over, Murdock!” before picking up the phone and shutting his door. 

Karen, however, didn’t have a phone to answer and sidled over to Matt’s desk to deposit the papers. 

“Your hickeys don’t make for a very professional look, Mr. Murdock,” she joked. “I expected better from the lawyer who got Wilson Fisk arrested.” 

Matt sighed before responding, “Yeah, take it up with the perpetrator. That man and his mouth have a mind of their own.”

She giggled. “Just make sure he knows when you have to appear in court. Wouldn’t want the jury distracted by your neck instead of your words. Here, we’re almost the same shade, let me use some concealer to hide the worst of it.” 

“Thanks, Karen.”

She leaned in with the applier poised in one hand, soft strands of hair falling onto his chest. The strange combination of flowers and coffee only grew stronger the closer she got, but her proximity no longer brought the same butterflies it used to. And from her steady heartbeat, she didn’t get them either. 

Karen lightly dabbed the liquid around the area, gently blending it in with her middle finger as she worked her lip between her teeth. Though the undertone of red was still apparent, it was the best they could do with what little time they had before their first client inevitably arrived. 

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Foggy was still on the phone before turning her attention back to Matt. 

“It’s Frank, isn’t it?” she whispered conspiratorially. And as his face flushed, she leaned back, his response as good as an answer. She smiled and crossed her arms in satisfaction. 

“You are a menace, Karen Page. How do you always know?” he demanded, embarrassment warring with admiration. It wasn’t like they’d been open about their little relationship, how had she pieced everything together so quickly? They’d slept together for the first time a little over two months ago, but Frank hadn’t started staying over at his apartment consistently until a couple weeks ago. 

“Reporters never reveal their sources, Murdock,” she replied, still grinning like the cat that got the canary, before turning to get the door as a sharp rap signaled the arrival of their first client this morning. 

Matt let out a deep sigh. If Karen already knew, it wouldn’t be long for Foggy to pick up the clues and piece it together himself, especially if Matt kept showing up looking like a dog mistook his neck for a bone. 

Which, considering the number of half-feral fighting dogs Frank kept bringing back to the apartment, might not be too far off in his future. 

A quiet knock at his door and the sound of two pairs of footsteps drew him out of his thoughts. The client, a young man named Enrique, explained that he was in a fight with his landlord, otherwise affectionately known as, “the cocksucking son of a bitch.” As Matt listened, he had to let out a sigh of relief. This would be an easy case. The landlord had tried to encourage the tenant to evict himself by shutting off Enrique’s electricity and water, something illegal in New York. Plus, he hadn't gone to court and didn’t have Enrique formally evicted by an officer of the law. They’d have this done in a few weeks at the most. 

Matt couldn’t help a smile from working its way over his face as he explained the situation to Enrique. This is the reason he was a pro bono lawyer. This is how he made his impact on the world as Matt Murdock, and nothing could ever steal him away from his dream. 

The next few weeks passed in a blur. Enrique was given back his apartment and the landlord was charged with a class A misdemeanor for his actions, resulting in a year in prison plus fines, and for the first time in a long time, Matt felt happy. His two lives were perfectly balanced in a way he never expected, with friends supporting him on both sides. 

Plus, the sex with Frank wasn’t bad at all. The man was experienced as hell at taking Matt apart, flaying his senses with his tongue and hands and, God, his voice , until Matt was nothing. Then Frank would piece him back together for hours, doting on him, cuddling him, giving him everything he needed until Matt was back with him, safe and sound. 

And while Matt couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the aftercare, everything that came before was something he was growing addicted to. And God, he wanted another hit right now. 

After another long day of working in a poorly-ventilated office, sweating buckets from the ridiculous heat New York was experiencing right now, he finally returned home. He could hear Frank’s heartbeat in the bathroom and the accompanying sound of running water signifying that he was in the shower. 

With a smile, he kicked off his shoes and started discarding the rest of his clothing on the way to the bathroom. With the sweat caked onto his body itching his skin and Frank oh-so-kindly leaving an invitation with the open door, what kind of man could resist taking a nice, relaxing shower? His quiet footsteps seemed to startle the marine, who quickly glanced up in surprise, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he realized who had walked in on him. 

“Hey, Red,” Frank called out, eyes raking up and down Matt’s nude form. “I take it you’re joining me?”

Matt flushed slightly before he nodded, ambling into the shower and sighing as the warm water washed over his front and Frank’s strong arms wrapped around his chest from the back. 

“Welcome home, baby,” the marine whispered in his ear, resting his chin on Matt’s shoulder. Matt simply hummed in thanks and closed his eyes, letting Frank’s strong arms and solid chest hold him up. He let the sweat and stress of the day wash off his body with the water and soothed himself with the steady beat of Frank’s heart. He could tell that Frank wanted to move this past the shower and into the bedroom but felt that the other man was withholding his baser instincts so Matt could enjoy this domestic moment. 

As he felt Frank’s arms unwind from around him, he let out a small whine. Frank chuckled at the noise before returning to touching Matt, though this time with unscented shampoo on his palms and fingers carding through Matt’s hair. He let out a sigh as the gentle movements rubbing into his scalp soothed him even further, leaving him loose-limbed and relaxed. Matt leaned back into Frank’s solid chest and let the other man’s bulk keep him upright as the shower continued to thrum across his skin. 

His thoughts started to drift as Frank’s motions continued, his mind growing foggy and coherent thoughts being replaced with quiet static. 

God, he loved this part. 

Before long, Frank was slowly directing his head under the showerhead to rinse off the shampoo. He quietly obeyed, pointing his face down so none of the suds ended up in his mouth. After that, Frank lathered his body with soap, working a washcloth over his skin (they learned early on that loofahs were too abrasive) before rinsing that off, too.

By the time they finished, Matt was swaying gently, losing himself in the sensations. He barely felt the water stop beating on his skin, didn’t even register Frank wiping him down with those damn microfiber towels he bought, the ones that didn’t hurt Matt’s sensitive skin. It wasn’t until they reached the bedroom and he was coaxed down onto his knees in the bedroom that he realized how far they’d moved from the bathroom. 

Frank smiled. “There’s my good boy,” he murmured in that oh so beautiful voice of his, all rough and deep and dark, heavy with arousal and something else Matt couldn’t name. It was affection, but stronger, and something that Matt didn’t want to dare name yet. No, those thoughts would be for another time. For now, he would let himself get lost in the present. 

“Yeah,” Frank agreed with himself as he watched Matt sway on his knees. “That’s him, right here. Just lost in his own pretty head, listening to me like the perfect little slut he is. Ain’t that right, doll?” 

Matt let out a quiet whine, voicing his assertion nonverbally. His mind was complete mush now, full of static and cotton balls, and with the sole goal of obeying Frank. The scent of Frank’s arousal at his soft noise flooded into his nostrils, sending sparks of fire down his spine. 

He gasped as Frank gripped his hair with a hard hand, pulling the damp strands back with a harshness that sent a rush of heat to his dick. He was completely hard, mere moments after being forced to his knees, with nothing other than a hand in his hair. He felt Frank lean down as his head was angled further up, lips parted as he fought back another moan, and before he knew it, Frank’s chapped lips made contact with his own. 

He finally released the caged moan into Frank’s mouth, the other’s cigarette-stained smile and bloodstained mouth capturing the sound like it was the most beautiful siren in the sea. He could feel the other’s mouth curve into a grin as his calloused fingers moved from his hair to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and forcing Matt to rise up on his knees, the hard floor of his bedroom digging into his knees with a delicious pain. 

He moved his hand back to grip Matt’s hair, before asking, “You ready to show me what those lips can do, baby?” 

Matt shivered at the low timbre of his voice and breathed in deeply, getting higher on the familiar scent of Frank’s arousal. One hit was enough, it seemed. He was already addicted. 

“Just open wide, doll. Relax, you got this,” Frank rumbled. Matt tentatively opened his mouth, feeling the heat of Frank’s tip approaching his mouth, the scent of his arousal only growing stronger. He took the tip into his mouth, cautiously swirling his tongue around the head like how he liked it done to himself, and was pleased when Frank let out an appreciative sound above him. His confidence boosted, he started moving down the shaft, hand coming up to grip the base of Frank’s cock. The dense pubic hair tickled the edge of his hand uncomfortably, but he overlooked the sensation as Frank’s noises grew louder. 

Frank filled his mouth in the best way possible, stretching his lips and forcing his jaw to part. God, he was big . Idly, Matt wondered what it would feel like in his ass. They’d find out one day, soon. 

“ Fuck , you’re gorgeous, Matt,” Frank groaned into his ear, fingers tightening in the lawyer’s hair with a delicious burn. “ God, that mouth of yours taking me like a vacuum, hot and wet and made for sucking cock. Such a talented boy, being so good for me.” 

Matt whined at the praise and a shiver worked its way down his spine. Yes, yes, he was good. He would be good for Frank because Frank was pleasure and heat and everything good in the world right now. He sucked Frank’s cock lightly, the action drawing another groan from the man above him. Hot arousal shot through him at the noise and he inhaled deeply through his nose before taking Frank deeper in his mouth. The thick musk of Frank combined with the bitter taste of precum on his tongue made him want to go further than he thought he could, push himself to the limits and force himself to take it. 

He gagged as Frank lost an ounce of his control and thrusted forward into his mouth, saliva spilling from his lips and down his chin and bringing tears to his eyes

“Shit!” Frank swore, gasping as he pulled out to check on Matt. He cupped Matt’s face, turning it up towards him as the lawyer panted for air while he had the chance. “Shit, I’m sorry, you okay?”

Matt merely moaned in response and nodded, too blissed out to do anything else. 

“Not good enough, baby, you know the rules.” 

He whined at Frank’s words, lips opening and closing before he managed to gasp out, “Yes!” 

Frank let out a breath before releasing his chin. “Thank you, doll. Now, what do we say?”

“Please!” Matt begged, slight coherency returning to him with the air. “Please, give me your dick, fuck my throat until you cum, shoot your load down my throat! I want it, I want it all!” 

“Good boy,” Frank crooned. He fed the tip of his dick back into Matt’s mouth, the younger eagerly surging forward at the opportunity to get his mouth back where it belonged: wrapped around Frank’s cock. The marine let out a groan as Matt reacquainted himself with his dick, shamelessly mouthing it with a renewed enthusiasm. Drool spilled all down his face as he began forcing his face lower, taking more and more until his throat spasmed. 

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” Frank murmured. “Fuck, that mouth of yours is something else, can’t believe I had such a willing cockslut in my bed this entire time and just found out how good he is at sucking dick.” 

Matt moaned, and suddenly, he found himself closer to the edge than he ever thought. Frank noticed immediately the tensing of his muscles and dug his fingers into Matt’s hair to pull him off his cock, the man letting out a pitiful whimper in response. 

He leaned down to whisper, “You don’t get to come before I do, doll. You weren’t planning on doing that, were you?” 

Matt frantically shook his head. “No,” he whispered, cock pulsing with heat but tampered down by the lack of stimulation. “I’ll be good, I swear.” 

“Hmm. We’ll see about that.”

He let Matt get close enough to wrap his lips around the tip of his cock, the younger man letting out a relieved moan as he got the taste and weight of Frank back in his mouth. There was something beautiful about watching this strong independent man be reduced to nothing better than a mere cockslut with just a few motions. 

“I want you to get me off like this. If you cum before me, I’m leaving you in a cage for the next month. Got that, baby?” 

Matt nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir,” he whispered. Frank shivered at the title. Oh, he liked that. That was definitely something they’d be exploring later. 

“Get to work.” 

The lawyer dove in with unparalleled enthusiasm. He licked, sucked, swirled his tongue around the tip, doing everything in his power to bring Frank the pleasure he so desperately sought even with his head still head in place by Frank’s grip on his hair. 

He ran his tongue along the underside of Frank’s dick before dipping it into the slit, and the man above him swore violently before gasping out a warning. He barely had time to register what Frank said before his mouth was filled with ropes of cum, hot and salty, and, fuck , delicious in a way he didn’t know something could taste. He swallowed around Frank’s dick, doing his best to take everything Frank was giving him, but some dribbled out of his mouth, joining the saliva to make one big mess of his face. 

With the strange sensation of his first mouthful of cum overwhelming his senses and the scent of Frank’s arousal heavy in his nose, Matt came without a finger on him, moaning around Frank’s oversensitive cock. Spurts of cum painted Frank’s legs and fell onto his own thighs. 

Frank pulled out of Matt’s mouth, dick still twitching with the aftershocks. He pulled Matt up off his knees and into a filthy kiss, the former tasting himself in the latter’s mouth as he mapped it with his tongue. Just like usual, Matt was led back to the bed on wobbly legs, head pleasantly empty but the static starting to fade as Frank gathered the usual recovery supplies. A warm towelette, water, and snacks were the staples. Sometimes, if he was lucky, Frank would break out the latest book he thrifted or stole and read to him until he fell asleep, cuddled against his chest, listening to the rumble of Frank’s voice in his chest and the steady heartbeat accompanying it. 

As Frank returned with the proper materials, cleaned them up, and rolled back into bed, Matt lazily wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, this one sweeter but deeper than the last one they’d shared. He broke it, resting his forehead on the other’s. They lay face-to-face, breathing in each other. Matt smiled, tucking his head into the space between Frank’s neck and his chest. Quietly, quietly, he let out the words that had been so vehemently denied before.

“I love you,” he said, fear filling his heart as he heard Frank’s heartbeat speed up in return. 

All his fears were assuaged, however, as the older pulled him closer in a cuddle and whispered back, “I love you, too.”

Chapter Text

When Matt returned home from the apartment, Frank was reading on the couch, leaning against one of the armrests as he lazily sipped a glass of whiskey. The lawyer silently joined him, pushing at Frank’s muscular thighs until one fell off the couch to let him nestle in between and lean on his chest. 

“Y’know it’s much easier if you sit in my lap, hm?” Frank rumbled, voice slightly rougher than normal from the burn of the alcohol. 

“Mm, but I like making you accommodate me.” 

Frank chuckled and leaned over Matt to plop his glass onto the table, returning to run his fingers through Matt’s feathery hair.

“What are you reading?” 

“Jane Eyre. Loved it in high school and saw a vintage copy in the store this afternoon.” 

Matt couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up inside of him. “You were an English kid?” 

“Oh, you got no idea, Red. I was one of those students that would eat all that shit up. Other kids loved and hated me ‘cause I’d get into arguments with the teachers about the true meanings of the books, drag out time. But since I simultaneously raised the expectations for how in-depth our analyses should be, well… let’s just say some kids weren’t too fond of the harsher grading.” 

“It’s not your fault if they don’t know how to comprehend a text,” Matt laughed. 

“Yeah, but they sure managed to convince themselves that it was.” 

The lawyer snorted before relaxing into Frank’s chest. The steady beat of his heart quieted the other’s mind, allowing him to focus on something other than the city just for a moment. It was bliss. 

Frank eventually broke the silence as he flipped a page and said, “You up for something new tonight?” 

And if that didn’t pique Matt’s interest, he didn’t know what would. He sat upright and nodded, and he could almost hear the smirk on Frank’s face. 

Frank grabbed Matt’s ass and dragged the younger man into his lap. His thick fingers kneaded the flesh, causing Matt to squirm, inadvertently grinding his erection into Frank’s. He threw his head back at the sensation, then let out a desperate little whine as Frank kissed down his throat, and the older man chuckled darkly at the noise as he detached his mouth. 

“Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” Frank murmured lowly into the other’s ear. All Matt could do was whimper in response, nodding desperately as he buried his face into Frank’s neck, inhaling deeply. His head, while full of cotton, wasn’t full of enough static to ignore the embarrassment he felt from being reduced to such a mess from a few sensations, but those feelings were quickly fading as Frank continued grinding his erection into Matt’s ass and the scent of Frank overwhelmed his nose. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Frank laughed quietly. “You don’t get to hide.” 

He moved one hand off Matt’s ass to grasp the dark hair of the head buried into his neck. The lawyer gasped as fingers pulled him away from his safe spot nestled in Frank’s neck, away from the scent of gunpowder and sweat, and back into cold, empty space. He pouted and the other man huffed out a laugh before he released Matt’s hair, sliding his hand back down to Matt’s ass. 

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna like this, I promise. ‘Cause, y’know, I just had an epiphany in the shower this morning once you went to the office. Kept thinking about how, as much as I love your mouth, I haven’t gotten the opportunity to properly worship that ass of yours.”

Matt’s breath hitched. Frank smirked. 

“Mm, yeah. Right shame, I thought,” he drawled, lazily rolling his erection into Matt’s ass, grinning at the moan the man in his lap let out. “So, of course, I had to come up with something to do about that.” 

Matt’s head was drooping, breaths coming in quick pants. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Matty. We’re gonna go to the bedroom. You’re going to undress, then lay down on the bed like a good boy on your stomach, yeah? I’m gonna follow you, and then I’m going to lube you up, stretch you out with my tongue and fingers until you’re crying. Then, I’m gonna fuck you. Don’t care if you come once, twice, three times, we’re going until I’m done. Now how does that sound?” 

Matt just moaned. 

“Need a color, baby.” 

“Green!” Matt gasped. “Fuck, so green, Frank. God, please!” 

“Good boy. Now go.”

Matt scrambled off Frank’s lap and towards the bedroom. The marine downed the last of his forgotten whiskey, the burn steeling his resolve. He was not going to give in to Matt’s pleading and begging to stop. He was also not going to let Matt suck him off, no matter how red his lips got or how intense the memory of his hot mouth was. He was going to do as he promised and make sure Matt was worshipped properly. 

A few weeks ago, he’d asked Matt to describe the intensity of his sense of touch. In his dopey, post-orgasmic bliss, he’d struggled to find the proper words to convey how dialed up his senses were when he let them overwhelm him, let Frank overwhelm him. But despite the difficulty, Frank had a decently accurate idea, through experience and testimony from the man himself, how easy it was for Matt to come once he truly let down his walls. It’d be fun to see how far they could take it tonight. 

As he entered the bedroom, Frank let out a bark of laughter at the sight in front of him. Matt had left his clothes strewn everywhere, pants thrown into one corner of the room with his underwear in the other and his shirt left at the base of the bed. But, as his eyes trailed from the mess Matt made, they landed on the real prize. His grin faded, becoming more of a dangerous smirk, as he beheld the beauty that was Matthew Murdock. 

Matt lay face-down on the bed, hands clenching the sheets with his head buried into a pillow, legs spread wide and exposing his hole. He was inhaling and exhaling in slow, controlled breaths, like he was restraining himself from rutting against the silk sheets that would get him nothing, not with how smooth they were. A slight sheen of sweat glittered on his back, the tense muscles defined by the moonlight and shadows, painting a beautiful picture just for Frank. 

And, God, that ass. Round and perfect, pale in the sparse light and spared from the scars that littered the rest of his body. It was glorious. It was his . 

He swallowed as a hot wave of arousal flashed through his body, running down his spine and creating an even tighter situation in his jeans. Matt’s breathing deviated from its mechanical rhythm every so slightly in response. 

“Frank,” he whined, wiggling on the sheets enticingly. “Come on, make good on that promise already.”

“Patience, Red. Don’t they teach you that that’s one of the seven virtues? Thought a good Catholic boy like you would have lots of experience with those,” he shot back as he worked himself out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. 

Matt just huffed and pouted. “Just because they tried to teach us doesn’t mean I was any good at actually following them.” 

“Well, practice makes perfect, so maybe”—Frank shrugged—“next time we can see how far it goes.”

The lawyer groaned, burying his head further into the pillow. “Stop teasing and fuck me already” was the muffled response to his proposal. 

“Someone’s gotten mouthy,” Frank snorted with faux annoyance even as he climbed into the bed to fulfill Matt’s wishes. “I’ll have to think of a way to curb that.” 

“Mm. For now, I guess you’ll have to fuck it out of me,” Matt whispered with a grin on his red, red lips. 

Frank let out a quiet moan. “Can do, Red. Can do.” 

The marine slid between Matt’s spread legs, pushing them further apart, the calluses on his fingers familiar to the backs of his thighs. His warm breath on the inside of Matt’s sensitive thighs sent heat racing through his body to pool in his groin, and he made his pleasure known with a moan as Frank started pressing small kisses into his skin, occasionally dragging his stubbled cheek over a spot, then scraping teeth lightly over some sensitive area, then sucking a bruise into another. Matt could feel the blood vessels breaking when Frank latched on to one area, biting his bottom lip hard as he fought the urge to whimper. 

To his shame, however, a desperate cry was yanked out of his throat as Frank licked over his twitching hole. It was strange and wet and hot, but, fuck, Matt wanted more. He pushed back ever so slightly into Frank’s clever tongue, feeling the low laugh that Frank let out vibrate his body. 

“God, look at you,” came Frank’s raspy voice, full of wonder and awe and absolute adoration. “You don’t even know how good you look right now, Red. So perfect, so good for me.”

The marine continued circling his tongue around Matt’s clenched hole, drenching it in spit, until Matt’s thighs were shaking harder than ever. He could feel the heat building and building. But the slick silk sheets did nothing to help him, didn’t give him any friction to help him finish. 

“Let go if you need to, baby, I’ve got you,” Frank instructed. “Roll over.”

Matt obeyed immediately, Frank’s hands on his waist helping him now that his appendages felt like jelly. Once Matt had flopped onto his back, Frank grasped his cock with a firm grip and Matt bucked into his touch. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Matt gasped as Frank jerked him off. 

Frank laughed as he returned to Matt’s ass, and the moment the wet heat of his tongue made contact with his sphincter, he was cumming. Matt writhed on the bed and cried out, white ribbons painting his stomach. His back arched off the bed as Frank’s tongue and hand continued working his oversensitive body. 

“That’s it, Matt, you’re okay.”

The last bits dribbled out and Matt scrabbled at Frank’s hand, wordlessly pleading for him to let go before the pleasure turned into pain. The man obliged and Matt melted back into the bed, panting hard. 

Frank wiped Matt’s cum off his hand with the sheet, then slid up the bed to lie on his side next to Matt, who was still stuck on his back. He ran a gentle hand through the soft auburn strands as he waited for Matt to come back down from the endorphin high, holding back a laugh as the other man pushed into his touch like a cat. 

“I know that was a lot,” he murmured a few minutes later, lips brushing Matt’s ear. “Do you want to keep going or stop now?” 

It took Matt a couple seconds to register the question. He could feel Frank’s heated gaze resting on him, the cum drying on his stomach, the cooling spit on his hole. Even though this had already been amazing, he still wanted more. 

“I-” Matt swallowed, before finding his voice. “I wanna keep going.”

Frank rolled over to kiss him, and Matt let out a quiet whimper. He could taste his ass on Frank’s tongue. “Okay” was his simple response. 

Distantly, Matt heard a drawer open, noted with curiosity the tube Frank brought out. Shivered, as he realized that it was lube. 

“Just relax, okay, Matt? I’m gonna take care of you now,” Frank rumbled, sliding back down the bed to slide between Matt’s wantonly spread legs. He was already hard again. 

Matt nodded, head lolling back onto the pillow as he exhaled and relaxed into the mattress. He could feel the heat of Frank’s body radiating off the inside of his thighs and moaned, low and needy, when Frank slid his tongue, wet and thick, over his hole. The feeling was almost familiar now, that strange feeling of burning heat and cooling spit coupled with the sweet burn of Frank’s stubble. But this time, Frank didn’t stop with just teasing the outside, no. 

“Shit,” Matt hissed in pleasure, back arching off the mattress, all the softness and exhaustion disappearing into thin air as the marine pointed his tongue and slipped it in. 

He shoved his hips down onto Frank’s face and the other man moaned in response, causing Matt to shiver as the vibrations ran through his body. Frank continued for who knows how long, leaving Matt floating in pleasure and pure sensation. Any other noises from the outside world faded into static and he almost missed the sound of a lid being flipped open. 

But, of course, when it came to sex, his ears were always tuned in to Frank’s actions. The viscous liquid oozed out onto Frank’s fingers, and he let it warm up before slowly bringing his fingers to circle Matt’s hole. 

“Color?” 

“So fucking green, you’d believe I could still see colors.” 

Matt’s chuckle trailed off into a moan as Frank laughed and gently pushed the first finger in, crooking his finger to pet the inside of Matt’s hole and forcing it to stretch. It wasn’t painful, slicked by lube and spit, but it was strange. His dick was sure as hell interested though, growing even harder than he thought possible after such a recent orgasm. 

“That’s it, baby, you can take it,” Frank encouraged. “Breathe now, you got it.” 

Matt shuddered and closed his eyes. He forced his tense muscles to go lax then moaned as he felt Frank slip in a little further. It was so weird, having something breach him in such a virgin area, but there was something undeniably right about being filled, if only by one finger like this. 

The feeling only intensified as Frank’s finger slid in up to the knuckle. He felt it curling around, twisting until- 

“Oh my God,” he gasped, and everything was burning. Flames raced down his spine to flare in his groin, extending through his limbs and vibrating every molecule in his body. If he thought he knew pleasure before, it was nothing compared to this wildfire with its blistering heat and overwhelming brightness. 

“Found it,” Frank murmured with a smirk. He continued petting the gland as Matt writhed under him, a litany of curses and moans spewing from his lover. God, he was beautiful, with his leaking cock and mussed hair, his hazel eyes almost shut from the sheer bliss he was feeling. 

Once he figured Matt had enough, he stopped. He let out a light laugh as Matt pouted, mollifying him with a quick kiss before he started pressing a second finger in. The puckered hole resisted for a second, before relaxing and letting him in. Matt was fisting the sheets, doing his best to remain as relaxed as possible and letting the thick fingers inside of him prepare his hole for Frank’s cock. 

The third finger came faster than the second, but none of them returned to his prostate to restart the burning inferno inside of him. As if he could hear Matt’s thoughts, Frank leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel good soon. Just gotta be patient, okay?” 

Matt let out a shaky breath he hoped qualified as agreement, and the other man seemed to take it as such, returning to the task at hand. The stretching continued, lulling Matt into an almost meditative state until the fingers inside of him began retreating. He felt so empty without them. 

He started, opening his eyes and letting his displeasure be known with a small cry, but Frank shushed him. 

“Hold on, I just gotta get the rubbers,” he soothed, shifting off the mattress, but Matt shot up. 

“No!” 

Frank paused at Matt’s yelp. “Repeat that, Red?” 

“I… I don’t want them,” he quietly admitted, wrapping his arms around himself. “I don’t know, there’s just something really hot about the idea of you leaving you cum inside of me, of it dripping out and down my thighs, like I’m something you claimed.” 

For a moment, he was afraid Frank wouldn’t respond, but then the body of flames darted forward to press a heated kiss to his lips, one hand burrowing into his hair and the other cradling his jaw. 

His lungs were starting to scream for air just as Frank pulled away. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” Frank murmured. “Must’ve been a real saint in my past life to be blessed with something as perfect as you, Matt.” 

The use of his real name helped lend to the gravity of the situation, and Matt let a grin spread his red-bitten lips. 

“Considering how much you’ve called me a pain in the ass, I’m not sure how true that statement is.” 

Frank snorted. “Yeah, you’re the one who’s gonna have some pain in his ass tomorrow.” 

“That one was so bad,” Matt groaned as he laid back down onto the bed with a rueful smile. 

“Yeah, but you love it.” 

He couldn’t even disagree.

Frank crawled back into bed with him, caging in Matt’s body as the lawyer lane relaxed and smiling, excited for what was coming. Frank grabbed the lube once more, spreading a good dollop over his dick, before lining up with Matt’s hole. 

Slowly, gently, he started to slide in, and Matt gasped as he was breached. With little thrusts, Frank worked his cock deeper into Matt, but even with all the prep they did, there was still a pleasant burn as the organ stretched his hole even wider. This was what he’d been missing with Frank’s fingers, and, goddamn, it felt so fucking good. 

He moaned as the head of Frank’s dick brushed against his prostate, could feel each vein and ridge scraping the insides of his most sensitive areas, until Frank finally slid the entire length of it in. He waited there for a moment, letting Matt adjust to the girth of his cock and peppering little kisses to his neck and chest in an attempt to comfort the other. 

“Move,” he finally whispered. 

Frank obliged immediately, slowly pulling his cock out until the head nearly popped out, then rocking back in. All Matt could do was lie there, too overcome with pleasure to do anything other than let out little aborted moans and whimpers. But then, Frank sped up. 

Matt cursed and screamed, hands flying from the bed to claw at Frank’s back, but the marine merely grinned through it all, knowing Matt could stop him if he truly wanted to. From the pleasure written all over his features, though, he had a pretty strong reason to believe Matt didn’t have any intention of stopping. 

He gripped the other’s narrow hips, and, pressing a dirty smile into Matt’s neck, lifted his hips up ever so slightly so that every thrust pounded directly onto his prostate. 

“Oh, you fucking bastard!” Matt screamed. He arched his back higher, torn between wanting to scramble away and shoving his hips down. Indecision left him frozen, and Frank took full advantage, continuing to jackhammer into the other man. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Red,” Frank breathed. 

Frank’s hips kept pounding into Matt’s body, shaking the bed frame and forcing staccato moans out of the lawyer. Sweat poured in rivulets down both men, and Matt’s dick was weeping pre-cum. He twitched as a drop fell onto his stomach, biting his lips as his face contorted from the pleasure he felt. 

“Close,” Matt gasped. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close.” 

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

He somehow managed to speed up even more, and Matt’s nails dug into his back, pulling Frank close. Frank scraped his teeth over a nipple, then caught the responding gasp with a searing kiss. He sucked on the other’s tongue, before muttering, “Jack yourself off and cum when I tell you.” 

Matt weakly moved a hand to his dick, grasping it with a firm grip but letting Frank’s thrusts move his hand up and down his length. He let out a pathetic keen and Frank smirked. 

“Good boy,” he praised, and Matt flushed, scarlet coloring his face and ears. “Now you just gotta do one more thing for me, yeah? You ready?” 

Matt nodded frantically. Frank leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Cum for me,” he growled. 

And by God, he did. His world went white as ribbons of his seed painted his stomach and Frank’s chest. He clenched down hard on Frank’s cock, distantly hearing the marine swear and thrust hard as wet heat painted the inside of his ass. 

Matt let out a quiet grumble of displeasure as Frank flopped on top of him, too tired to do anything for the moment and shoved lightly at a muscled shoulder. 

“Alright, you big baby, I’ll move.” 

With a groan, Frank lifted himself up and off the other, extracting himself from Matt and whistling in appreciation as a gush of cum came rushing out. He caught it on his finger and pushed it back in, Matt squirming from the stimulation. 

Somewhere in the edge of his consciousness, he heard Frank moving around the apartment, a strong heartbeat telling Matt how content he was.

The next hour came in snapshots. Frank wiping him down, Frank sliding behind him and pulling Matt’s limp body up to lean against his chest, Frank feeding him apple slices by hand with his chin tucked over Matt’s shoulder, Frank tipping a cup of water down his throat, just Frank, Frank, Frank. 

And at that moment, love bursting in his heart and filling his soul, that tomorrow had arrived.