fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

[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.

[Grunts of where touch smarts are quickly melting into moans. The bruising at his hips, with the sweet burn as he is filled up again have Matt shivering. Come on, Murdock. Get a grip. Now that they're in motion he isn't going to just take it, no. He rocks back to anticipate taking Frank deeper.]

...oh--now you're--a believer.

(Matt rocks back and Frank moans. He sounds so soft right now, softer than he did in the living room. Like this could mean something.

He stops gripping Matt so hard and rests his hands on the nape of his neck and the small of his back.)

Yeah, yeah. C'mon.

[The weight and feeling of Frank lower on him, his strong, more broad body braced to his back makes him shiver from head to toe and it doesn't settle just gets more intense because it's paired with him fucking into Matt's body.]

You--mmm.

[He wants to tell him that he's glad that he's here, that he's waited for him. Words like that don't pass between them with any weight or seriousness. The whole sensation of Frank behind him, above him sways his attentions to rock back harder. Both fists are balled in the sheets instead of beating himself off or trying to keep that strong brick house of a Marine on him.]

I'm not goin' anywhere, sweetheart. Touch yourself.

(He can feel Matt tensed up, trying to keep up with him. Frank slows down, but jerks forward harder. Steady pumps but a real jolt to the system when he fucks forward.)

[Slow again? The change makes him whine. Slow and steady gives more room for his nerves to breathe but flare up in the next. Matt's knuckles white from clutching so hard. He's not gonna rip sheets to shreds but it's all slowly coming undone.]

Frank, I won't--I can't last if I--

[The surge forward at this angle. He might not last anyway.]

Fuck.

[One hand spared reaches down. His dick is so, so wet and hard.]

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