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[The leather is cold and he deftly finds the zipper. Jumpy? Eager? Yeah. Though froggy is too, too close to Foggy. And thinking about Foggy and what he'd say about Matt's decisions right now heat up his face.]

Trying to be a hospitable host...

[Which is bullshit. Transparent bullshit.]

Hospitable host. By giving out bjs?

(His own ears turn a little red. It's been awhile. God has it been awhile.)

Need help or would you rather do the undressing? You seem like a control freak.

That's the general idea anyway.

[Laughing and breezily smiling make him skate through his own nerves. Frank's big face lights up with heat. Nice to know that's where they're staying right now. Matt pulls at the hem of Frank's shirt.]

Sit back. Enjoy the ride.

[What a choice of words. His hands are steady as he feels over the scarred, hard as hell plane of Frank's abdominal muscles up to his chest.]

(Frank lets out a small grunt and settles back against the couch, stretching his legs out a little. Like he just was offered a beer and someone put the game on. He's got that shit eating grin too, despite the fact that Matt can't enjoy it.

Frank shakes his head like, 'well why the fuck not' and lays one big meaty palm against Matt's jaw.)

That should be my line.

[Seeing his smile isn't gonna happen. Matt can hear it in his voice. The way he forms words. And his own sideways smile comes up on his face. Frank's hands are large, the rest of him obviously too. He tilts his face into his palm, unafraid. Punches aren't going to happen here. Matt's fingers play over Frank's chest like a message would be projected there. There's a strong heart beating in his ribs. Smoothing back on down, down to his stomach and to open up his jeans.]

Eventually. You--wanna tell me if there's something that doesn't fly here?

[No surprises. Intuition can't cover everything. This is actually happening. Matt wants to do it right.]

(Frank was about to say 'anything goes' but then he pauses. This might trigger something in him. No one's shown him so much of a handshake in months and months. His intense look into Matt's honey colored eyes fades and he nods, nearly biting his tongue.)

I'll tell you when, or if, anything needs to stop. I trust you, Red. Dunno why.

[Quiet, tense moments filled with breath and heartbeat. Frank has a lot going on in his thoughts. That's obvious. Matt's powers don't let him read minds. So he waits until words. And when he hears them he leans to kiss the exposed ripple of abs and grip a hold of Frank's cock. Of course he's packing.]

I'm not a complete asshole, Frank.

[He'll try to jail him, stop him at every point in a kill. He's not trying to fuck with him in a way that would be damaging. Surprise, surprise.]

But you are an assho-- oh, hey.

(Frank's breathing speeds up and he can't think of a time he's felt better. Physically and emotionally. To be desired and treated sweetly once again. His hand paws over Matt's hair, and he watches as the bright billboard lights dance off the reddish tones.)

That -- that feels good.

Uh huh. Yeah.

[Matt wets his lips and he enjoys the new tempo of that steady march of a heartbeat. Fingers stay wrapped around the girth of Frank's cock. Thick, long. No wonder he walks around with a sense of authority. That's what they want you to believe at least. It's all on account of what you've got hanging between your legs. Matt's own dick is at attention.

He leans into the touch of that hand on his hair and his tongue slips out to drag over the tip of his cock. Savoring and purposeful, he's not hesitant. Stroking spreads the wetness and makes his fist glide. There's a tremble in Matt's stomach and his heart beat. With a tilt of his head he wraps his lips around the tip and slowly works his neck to bob.]

(Frank takes a breath like he forgot to do so for the past few minutes. A 'wake up' gasp, even. Like he's jumping up from a bad dream. Except this isn't bad at all. This is ... this is wonderful.)

It's a good thing we're friends, ain't it, Red?

(His big meaty hands fumble with Matt's ear-- tracing the shell of his ear, squeezing his earlobe. The hand moves back into his hair, gently scraping those dirty fingers along his scalp.)

[Friends, he says. Well. Yes and no. Though Matt can say he has not gone down on a person he called a friend to the rest of the world since high school. And that was no where near as pleasant as this encounter. Boy, that shot to his forehead must have done a number if he's not looking back on his formative years with rose colored lenses.

The girth is fine, it's the length that is giving him a run for his money. Hot, hard and thick. Working down half way and sliding his tongue under the shaft... Frank inspires him. Matt's hums softly. The touch to his head is one thing, the delicate, careful touch in his ear makes him shiver. He pulls off with a lurid slurp.]

...I got the feeling you're not friendly with all of em like this....

(Frank's tongue darts out to wet his lip. He's watching Matt like a hawk, watching him like he's the only thing in the world to look at. This feels wonderful, and he knows he won't last long-- so it's good that Matt stops. It's good that he's talking. He wants this to go on for awhile.)

I ain't friendly with anyone like this.

(Not even Karen, he thinks. But decides against saying aloud.)

Do you--I mean, I have condoms.

[The hesitation is not because of nerves. More that while it's a safer decision, it feels different. Skin to skin contact is soothing, personal. He wants that closeness with Frank. He too wets his lip. There is a lingering flavor on his mouth. Both of his palms rub up those thighs until he grips at the waistband to pull his pants off.]

(Frank inhales deeply when his pants are removed. But he's still stuck on the question.)

Do I what? Say it. And I'm as clean as a whistle.

Are we fucking?

[Are they doing this? His pants are shucked down low, past his knees. Matt is tenting in his soft lounge pants and he idly palms over Frank's muscled, hairy thighs.]

I'm clean.

[His soul though? Well, his cheeks are burning the way a choir boy's would.]

(Frank just nods, gentle but short.)

Yeh. Get up here.

(Frank wonders if Matt will go get lube. If sex feels so much more intense for him. If that'll make it better for him too.)

Or go get supplies, whichever you think you can handle first.

[Just like that. The breath in Matt's lungs feels heavy, the air period. And it isn't tension. Just taking on the qualities of two interested, consenting adults. Matt reaches into the pocket of his sweats that are loose for the most part but seriously tenting in the front.]

I'm--I got this.

[He pulls out the lube and figures now is as good a time as any to lose the sweat pants.]

(Matt's hands guide Frank's eyes. He's not at all a shy man, but this is a little different. He hasn't been with a man in a long, long time, and Matt-- Matt is so beautiful and cherub-like, so graceful and ...god, he can't see Frank at all. It feels somehow more intimate that way.

He shucks the rest of his clothes, his boots making it so that his pants bunch up at his ankles. He doesn't have time to unlace them. He'll walk around Matt's apartment naked some other time. Frank reaches forward and grabs Matt by the elbows, pulling him into his lap to straddle him. Frank's hips cradle Matt's ass, and their cocks press up against Frank's stomach.)

You knew exactly what you wanted, didn't you?

Yeah, yeah I did. I just didn't think it would happen.

[Soft focus cherub eyes conflict with the devilish grin. Matt wets his lips and swallows. Sitting up on Frank's lap, straddling and exposed to touch and sight makes him very aware of his heartbeat. His own is beating against his rubs, he reaches to cradle Frank's face with one hand. The other has the lube they need to make this all go easier.

Yeah, Murdock. It's happening. How about that? Frank's busted nose brushes close to his own as he smears a kiss on his mouth. A lean and he lets them rub cock to cock a moment. All that work before has kept the Marine's dick warmer, wetter. Matt shivers.]

(This is like a buffet for Frank. He has no idea where to start or what to do or where to go. He studies Matt's face-- all the more easy knowing Matt doesn't know. Or does he? Their cocks touch and he lets out what could nearly be a whimper.)

C'mon, get up on that.

[Matt can't trust himself to breathe close lipped. He needs so much air right now and he extends the wiggle and roll of hips for friction. Just a little. It feels amazing for him too.]

You're--well--that's the plan. You're just bigger than I thought you'd be.

[And if that isn't a compliment than Matt cannot help Frank. He uncaps the lube and reaches back to rub and spread it over his asshole, the counter movement pushes their dicks to rub and press between their bodies.]

(Frank inhales deeply, only to then grab Matt by either side of his head and kiss him brutally. Everything with this man is violence. He's moanin', he's groanin', and he can't breathe so he pulls away. Stares into those focus-less eyes. )

I think you can take it.

O-ohh I know I can.

[The entire experience of Frank Castle below him is an assault on his senses, this time for the better. Salt of his skin, warmth of his body. Matt's devil-may-care smile is at his mouth.]

Slow to start cuz--[he clicks his tongue. Does he have to say it? Goddamn, Frank. The first breach of the tip of his cock is intense. Matt makes himself take it in stride. Careful for the sake of his body, it's been a bit since he was fucked.] Jesus Christ.

[Tsk. Another thing to atone for.]

(Frank chuckles knowingly. He's also biting his lip, holding back a moan. Watching Matt in the darkness as best as he can. Just rubbing his hands up Matt's thighs to his knees and back again, waiting for him to fill the other man up.)

Slow to start, I got ya.

[Oh did he forget to turn on lights again? It's never the first thought in his mind. Not a very good host here. Matt breathlessly snickers at his own progress. Frank's touch is soothing and he relaxes more, sliding bit by bit. Once he's seated flush on his thighs again the fullness has him panting and he clutches at Frank's shoulders trying not to let whimpers or whines slip through.

Fuck he feels good..]

Yeah, yeah you got me.

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