fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

(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.]

Good boy.

(Frank lets himself get caught up in it now. He's a gentleman, and wouldn't keep Matt hanging. He doesn't just let go of Matt like he's electrified or anything, just slowly stops stroking, making more of a mess.

His own hips move and his free hand goes to Matt's shoulder, gripping it for leverage.

And then Frank comes, groaning and mumbling.)

[Again the way he somehow makes every day words sound dirtier in that low voice. Matt's face is already flush so he won't know exactly the effect of a well placed compliment like that goes.

It's a good lay to ease him down from orgasm. Matt is still shivering, still panting irregularly. Goosebumps are on his skin again and he wants that rush, the feeling of Frank Castle coming apart below him, inside of him.]

's right. That's what I wanted.

[His face presses close to Frank's neck and his teeth drag at one of those impressive ears. The digital billboard makes the entire apartment blue.]

(It's somehow terribly romantic and dirty at the same time. The blue light makes Matt look like a cherub and the teeth on his neck make him want to come again and again, fill Matt up.)

Oh, we're doin' this again.

[That's Matt Murdock. Always living life at the extremes. He pulls back and his lips drag over Frank's cheek.]

I want that, Frank.

[The this. Bodies locked together and a mess of sweat, muscle and come. He pushes back and lets his hands frame his face.]

...tonight?

(Matt will feel Frank's face snap into a smile. In that low, rough voice,) I don't know, Red, do you think we can take the night off?

(He wants to. He wants to forget about all the criminals that need to be put down like rabid dogs. But another part of him wants to crawl into Matt's probably very comfortable bed and relax. Relax for the first time in a long time.)

[Sitting on his thighs, nerves still firing off and sensitive he can feel the rumble of Frank speak. That gets a shiver starting down his spine and ending at his hips to grind up on him.

You'd think he never gets laid or something. Goddamn, Murdock.]

I think it's doable. Tonight.

[He can speak at least. Breathless and fighting not to whine.]

C'mon, Frank.

You want me to pin you down on your sheets and fuck you, Red?

(He's looped his arms under Matt's legs, helping him to stumble-stand. Frank's pants are around his knees and his impressive cock hangs in front of him. It gives him a pang of annoyance, that Matt can't witness this. He figures he'll just have to let Matt touch him to see his body.)

Get in there. (There's a firm slap to Matt's ass.)

[That must be a rhetorical question. In case it's not Matt nods because he is utterly breathless. His asshole feels wonderfully sore and getting onto his feet he has to remember what way is up. Look, he can stand.

And Frank best not worry because he can smell and feel the heat radiating from his body. It's concentrated at his groin, his chest and coming out of his lungs. The thermal picture of him just makes his breath catch.]

Bossy piece of work.

[The smack stings and he knows when to listen and leads the way.]

(Once in front of the bed, Frank waits for Matt to climb into bed. He watches him, a little confused and a lot turned on. It doesn't matter if he's confused, he knows he wants this. Just doesn't know why.)

Show me how you want it.

[The how. Jesus. Matt's breathing shudders and he gets over his inexplicable shyness that takes him over. This is exactly what he wants. And he gets on his hands and knees on the bed, hips tilted toward Frank, toward the ceiling, his chest low to the sheets.]

...if you can handle it.

[A little bravado and bullshit to prove he's still himself.]

(Frank's rough. Enough to hurt a little. To sting just a bit. He grabs Matt's hips hard enough to bruise and angles his cock just right. There's a slip and he has to reach between them to connect them, pushing in slowly for the first stroke. Then a steady pump.)

Jee-zus.

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