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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.

I won't let you hurt yourself. I can feel ya. Can you feel me?

(He says it with a chuckle in his voice.

He doesn't mind the dark. He and Maria always did it in the dark. Makes him less aware of his body, of what he's doing, of the unbearable living he's doing.)

[Such words! His breathing shutters. Frank held a gun to his head and pulled the trigger before. But that was so long ago. It's complicated now.]

I do. Oohh fuck, Frank.

[All full up. Matt lets himself squirm.]

You feel so, so good.

[Enough that he feels confident to lean forward and brush his mouth messily over the other man's.]

(Matt will be able to feel Frank's soft smile, lips curling as he goes in to pucker and kiss Matt's lips. He chuckles against Matt's mouth, sharing his breath. Aware that if Matt gets hurt, he'll let Frank know, Frank puts his hands on Matt's ass, squeezing that perfect thing.)

You too. Nice and tight. Hot.

[A smile is a natural human expression. Frank Castle smiles. It's like an aurora borealis. Bright, surprising and to have it followed by a laugh? Matt chases his kiss and eases his tongue between Frank's lips. Now he's full on both ends.

That grip makes him clench up. Tighter still. No hurt here, just whines and gasps of pleasure.]

I'm---yeah. I'm good now.

[Muttered against the other man's mouth as he shifts to get them in motion.]

(His voice always sounds mean, even when he's whispering sweet nothings. When their lips part, he mumbles against Matt's,)

C'mon now, Red, fuck me. Let me fill you up.

[Matt's rough hands grip at Frank's shoulders and use him as leverage. How can he say no to that invitation? How can he even have the audacity to do this? Well. Here he is. And there he goes. Frank's heart is beating faster, the heat of his breath and weight of his touch from those hands to the heavy, thick cock that is working in and out of his muscled body...

For now it is open mouthed pants and noises of exerting himself like he would a punch. Though this is no fight. The light from the billboard outside the window paints the room in blues, in violets sometimes a blinding white.]

(Frank's staring at Matt with a half smile on his face. Every now and again, he'll thrust up gently, when Matt's moving back away from him.

His own meaty hand encircles Matt's cock and Frank whistles like a construction worker.) You want me to get you off, Red?

[Every fucking thing about him is solid, rough and in the best kind of way. Matt typically cannot take solid. Frank wears it well. The juxtapose of roughness and control. Severity and gentleness.

Those counter thrusts get a louder keen. Just when Matt believes he's got himself under control is when Frank curls those rough fingers around him. Who cares what he asks in this moment. Matt would agree. Luckily it's something that plays in his favor.]

Please. Yes. Goddamn.

Beg for it, while you fuck me.

(He slowly twists Matt's cock ever so slightly, giving him something to want. Giving him just a taste. Meanwhile, Frank's wondering how much longer he can last.)

[That touch gets him to make a noise like he was punched in the gut. Breathing staggering.]

Frank!

[His fingers grip deeper into his shoulder and he bites his lip.]

Please--c'mon. Ohh fuck.

[Is that good enough? He hopes so, his thighs are tense and his whole self is getting lost in the task of riding his cock and absorbing the heat of his skin, the way that his blood moves.]

(That's good enough. Enough that Frank both chuckles and moans.)

There ya go, Red.

(He strokes him slowly at first, but then there is a definite goal in mind as he continues.)

[Another rough exhale of sound. Now that he's finally getting some further stimulation he's pushing up into his stroking fist then back down onto his cock. Frank's hands have a perfect weight, a perfect coarse texture and moving the way he does with the precum. Matt gave up thinking to bite his lip or else he'll bleed. He'll just pant and moan. He wants to hide his face against Frank's meaty neck. Instead he'll just hang close for desperate, sloppy kisses. That world of fire vision of his lets him watch the man. Sort of.]

I'm--Oh fuck! [Feels too good to try and talk himself back down from coming. He does. It's a hot splatter over Frank's fingers and their bellies. He shivers and tries to keep the movement, his concentration and sense of up or down has gone to shit.]

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