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[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.]

C'mon, I got mine, I want you to get yours. You want me to do it for you?

(He leans forward as far as possible, and puts one big meaty hand around Matt's hand on his cock.)

[Good call there, Castle. The best call. Matt rocks back onto his cock and then forward into his fist. Trapped and stimulated. It really does not take much at all from there. He tenses from what seems like head to toe and makes a wreck of his fist.

Is it a record? Who the hell knows. It just feels amazing.]

There ya go...

(Frank then makes short work of himself, pounding into Matt a few more times before jerking forward and staying there-- as his cock throbs and lets loose his come. Filling Matt up. He's gonna need a shower...)

[Holy shit is there a part of him that isn't shaking? Matt pants and braces himself even through the effort to stay upright. Frank is so damn powerful, rocking up into him. The whole load is a hot rush and he lets go of the sheets with one hand to reach back and grip hard at Frank panting at his back.

The hand that Frank has on his cock is warm, everything, every part of him is sensitive.]

Yeah---ohhh, fuck. That's---that's what I wanted. Mmmm.

I know you wanted it.

(He slowly pulls out, trying not to make a mess. It's inevitable though, part of sex. The part of sex he forgot about.)

You got a towel or something?

[A full lung exhale and shiver now. The mess feels well, Matt's face is already pretty red from exertion. So it shouldn't matter.]

Yeah. Um. the foot of the bed, on the trunk.

[Give him a second, he's just...gonna stay still and shake. The aftershocks are good. So fucking good. He smiles like a son of a bitch, giddy.]

(Frank busies himself with a little wipe here and there and then goes around the side of the bed to look at Matt. Still on all fours, shaking like a dog.)

I guess sex is a big thing for you.

Yeah.

[No point in denying it.]

I uh--you fucked my brains out, Frank. Twice. And I'm---[he's shakily going to sit up and grab for that towel. Does he have to say the word sensitive? It just sounds so dumb even though it's true.] Everything gets to me. It's good though.

I don't even know how the fuck I got here.

(Buck naked, in Matt's room, with a softening erection. One that was just inside Matt's ass.

It's like he was drunk or something, he doesn't remember the trip here. Just the desire.)

[A short laugh comes out of him and he moves the towel over him. It rasps and feels more rough than it is because he's so keyed up.]

You...I hope you wanted to be here.

[He sure as shit was into it a few moments ago.]

Are you uh thirsty? [Wait no, that's not what he meant like that.] Water or a beer?

I did--- I do.

(He sniffs, an uncomfortable twitch. He's standing naked in Matt's room. Kind of in a locked position.)

Beer.

[Being alone means that Matt can reach out and cup Frank's cheek without missing the mark. His jaw is solid and the bristle feels so fine against his palm.]

Gimme a second. I'll get some beer. Stay awhile.

[It's an invitation and not a command, Frank can leave whenever but...to have him here.]

(The touch to his cheek nearly knocks him over. Not from force but from the sentiment behind it.)

... a beer would be nice.

[Both of Matt's hands pull at Frank, pulling him to lay down. He'd ask but the words don't feel right, there is still a strangeness to expressing in words all of this. Nothing about it is bad. No, he feels warmer, safer and restored somehow. Frank Castle is a big man and Matt's not tiny, he is somewhat dwarfed. He gets a hold on the Marine and is not about to let go.]

Wait here.

[Reclined. Comfortable. He seals it with a kiss.]

(Frank lays back and tries not to look too comfortable. (not that Matt would see, Frank) But goddamn it, he felt good and comfy here. The bed was soft, Matt was warm and sculpted. A beer was on the way. Fuck yeah, he felt good.

He gets cocky.)

I ain't got all night, Red.

[Comfort on Frank isn't a sight. It's how his heart slows. The way he stops clenching his jaw. It's how his breathing evens. Yeah, Matt Murdock did that. He is at the fridge and has two beers in hand. One for himself and one for Frank. He twists off the caps and stays at his own pace.]

If I didn't like those sheets I'd pour it over your head.

Yeah, I'm sure you would.

(He sits up and reaches for a beer, hoping Matt's going to climb into bed with him. Invite him to stay. Maybe they can share their solitude.)

[Matt says nothing, though his dopey smile will both eyebrows raised as though in a challenge. He sighs as he climbs back onto the bed, going to sit up at the head board. Wherever Frank is, he pulls at his arm, urging him in the same way, either against him or the bed from. Whatever. Whichever. As long as he's close.]

...thanks for coming.

(Frank leans against Matt easily. Like it was a normal occurrence.)

Thanks for making me come.

[He takes a long drink of his beer. It tastes good with the lingering smell of sex in the air.]

You uh don't have to be a stranger. You knew where to come to.

[And he knows who Matt is. Who is to say there isn't more to know after all? They have a lot more chemistry than just giving one another black eyes.]

Edited 2020-06-19 06:58 (UTC)

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