Daredevil and Matthew kissed. Matthew tasted like mint and coffee and toothpaste and clean sweat and something uniquely Matthew as their tongues battled for dominance. Daredevil slowly moved his hand to rub against Matthew’s arousal. Matthew bucked his hips, moaning, “Oh, please, Daredevil, don’t stop!”
Daredevil simply grinned. He had no intentions of stopping. “You gonna come for me, Matthew? You gonna be my good boy?”
Matthew groaned, sweat beading against his forehead, cock pulsing in his jeans—
“OKAY! I get it, I get it!” Matt cries out, waving his hands frantically.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to keep reading? Because it get super kinky in a minute here,” Foggy responds as he scrolls through a website called 'AO4.org'.
“And what’s with all the tongues battling for dominance? I keep reading that line over and over, even with different authors,” Karen quips as she peruses with her own laptop.
“Oh no, Karen, please don’t tell me you’re reading it too,” Matt groans, putting his face in his hands.
“She’s the one who showed it to me, dude,” Foggy says, patting Matt on the shoulder.
“Listen. I’ve got no problems with the fanfiction,” Matt explains. “It’s just— it’s a little weird. A lot weird. But I understand the need for young women to explore their sexuality, and this is better than them going to clubs with fake ID’s and doing things they regret.”
“Wow, Matt,” Foggy says, “That was kind of profound.”
“I’ve found too many underage girls assaulted or drugged or worse, laying in alleys. This is… healthier, I guess?” Matt shrugs.
“Exploring my sexuality had nothing to do with pretend kinky gay sex on the internet. It was real kinky gay sex. In college.” Foggy announces proudly. Matt’s face reddens noticeably. Karen giggles.
“I read romance novels under my desk in middle school,” Karen says. “And believe me, some of this internet stuff is of a much higher caliber than the trash I used to read.”
Then, the phone rings, and they have a client to help out. The fanfiction has been forgotten, at least temporarily, and Matt sighs in relief.
Later in the day, Foggy says off-handedly, “Hey, Matt, will you be my good boy and hand me the case files?”
Matt’s face heats up and he swears under his breath. “I hate you,” he whispers, handing Foggy the case files, and Foggy mentally adds being called a ‘good boy’ to his list of Matt turn-ons.
Fill: Good Boy
Daredevil simply grinned. He had no intentions of stopping. “You gonna come for me, Matthew? You gonna be my good boy?”
Matthew groaned, sweat beading against his forehead, cock pulsing in his jeans—
“OKAY! I get it, I get it!” Matt cries out, waving his hands frantically.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to keep reading? Because it get super kinky in a minute here,” Foggy responds as he scrolls through a website called 'AO4.org'.
“And what’s with all the tongues battling for dominance? I keep reading that line over and over, even with different authors,” Karen quips as she peruses with her own laptop.
“Oh no, Karen, please don’t tell me you’re reading it too,” Matt groans, putting his face in his hands.
“She’s the one who showed it to me, dude,” Foggy says, patting Matt on the shoulder.
“Listen. I’ve got no problems with the fanfiction,” Matt explains. “It’s just— it’s a little weird. A lot weird. But I understand the need for young women to explore their sexuality, and this is better than them going to clubs with fake ID’s and doing things they regret.”
“Wow, Matt,” Foggy says, “That was kind of profound.”
“I’ve found too many underage girls assaulted or drugged or worse, laying in alleys. This is… healthier, I guess?” Matt shrugs.
“Exploring my sexuality had nothing to do with pretend kinky gay sex on the internet. It was real kinky gay sex. In college.” Foggy announces proudly. Matt’s face reddens noticeably. Karen giggles.
“I read romance novels under my desk in middle school,” Karen says. “And believe me, some of this internet stuff is of a much higher caliber than the trash I used to read.”
Then, the phone rings, and they have a client to help out. The fanfiction has been forgotten, at least temporarily, and Matt sighs in relief.
Later in the day, Foggy says off-handedly, “Hey, Matt, will you be my good boy and hand me the case files?”
Matt’s face heats up and he swears under his breath. “I hate you,” he whispers, handing Foggy the case files, and Foggy mentally adds being called a ‘good boy’ to his list of Matt turn-ons.