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Matt could tell the difference in cotton and synthetic fibers by touch; his fingertips were sensitive enough that if he concentrated, really concentrated, he could manage print by feel.

Until that night, he'd never bothered to consider the details of, say, someone putting both fingers and tongue in him. It was almost too much to think about: two fingers big and callused hitting deep, curving inside, and tongue so much hotter, wetter, licking around the rim and flicking - oh jesus, the flicking, that was -

he couldn't stop shifting into it, pushing into it, and that was stupid, wasn't it? to acknowledge how badly he - wanted.

(that's your prostate, Claire had said, and Matt had said yeah, but it's kind of a lot of work, right? why bother when i can just do this? and that had been the end of that experiment. Until now. Until now with the twisting sort of slide, and the tap at the end of each stroke that hit in exactly the right place, not quite hard enough unless he thrust up to meet it, which was easy, easy, easy, and the way that - distressingly - he was coming up to the point of no return, he could feel it, and it would be shameful to keep pushing for his own release, but -

- but if he pushed into every stroke of Fisk's fingers, he could set off that spangly feeling, in his spine, in his balls, it hadn't ever been quite this intense before.)

"Easy," Vanessa said, "give him a minute," and no, no, they should not give him a minute, he was almost there, he - he hooked one leg over Fisk's shoulder, pulling down, wanting more, but it wasn't - quite - enough -

to keep him there.

He was laughing, laughing far too close to Matt's fucking balls, it had all the high hot pressure of a wave that hadn't quite hit him, but - he hadn't - and he wanted - "no," he said, "no, no, don't - don't stop - "

"Oh, Matthew," Vanessa said, soft, cruel, pleased, "all night, remember?"

"Stay with me," Fisk growled, and bit at Matt's hip, and that was just sharp enough to make Matt lose the last bit of his control, come up from his shoulders to his heels, trying for something that he wasn't getting -

OP:

ohmygodohmygodohmygod

"Aaaaaaall night"

*screeeeeeeeamiiiiiiing*
*flailing*
*dying*

ilu Anon <3

(AHAHAHA TRUST, vanessa has this shit under control. but i started thinking about the next time, too:)

Next month, Matt started with "I'm not eating your fucking food," which in the grand scheme of things turned out to be positive, after all, because it meant that Fisk shoved him up against the wall and caught him under the thighs, lifted him like he didn't weight anything at all, and that was enough to spark a terrified kind of heat in his - fuck, Matt, be honest: in his cock, okay?

When he got kissed (and it was a mean, biting kiss that made him start shaking immediately) he didn't have any stability, just the wet heat of Fisk's mouth and the dry, hard heat of his body. The steady pressure of his hands, gripping hard enough to bruise Matt's thighs, but that was all right, because Matt was holding on hard enough to make bruises of his own, this time.

Oh, but he was going to hell.

I think I'm going to hell to because yesssssss

...by which i mean:

*flails with you*

aaaaaaiiii these fucking assholes

the sex is really good which IT SHOULD BE TO MAKE UP FOR ALL THE MINDFUCKING

OP:

Also, I just wanted to say i laughed inappropriately loud at the "laughing waaaaaay too close to his balls" bit. Please tell me you're planning on posting this to Ao3 after you finish because I need to save this forever and ever amen <3

"Oh, Matthew," Vanessa said, soft, cruel, pleased, "all night, remember?"

.... They're going to get him so wound up that he'll be nothing but a sweaty, sobbing mess begging to be fucked, aren't they? >D

Is that the sound of your dignity dying, Matthew?

And then they make Matt fuck himself on Fisk's cock.

"You know Matthew, I feel like we've been doing all the work here..." bwahahaha >D

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