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Matt loves Foggy and loves how he fucks, he really does, but there's sometimes when he just cannot take the gentleness anymore. Foggy fucks him like he's made of glass, slowly and with feather light touches, and its sweet and all that, but sometimes Matt just wants it rough and hard and be able to feel it the next day that the night before he got fucking impaled. And he tells Foggy something along those lines when he throws him down on his bed after a long day, he's not sure Foggy can give him what he wants, so he decides to take matters into his own hands, telling Foggy to stay put while he lubes himself up, before bouncing on Foggys fat dick until he's sore and aching.

oh my good god in heaven. secondeddddddd

Yes please!!!

Oh good lord, this made my lady parts clench.

Can this happen?

Like I can imagine eventually Foggy is going to just lose it and flip Matt over and just pile-drive into him - then feel like a dick after even though Matt is melted out across the mattress, probably purring or something.

is it possible to spontaneously combust due to a prompt being literally too much to handle because you are literally killing me

okay co-signed because i think the sight of matt's bubble butt bouncing on doggy's dick would be a legitimate cause of temporary insanity like,

sorry matt i literally could not help myself from trying to bury my dick so far up your ass you'd feel it in your teeth.

*sigh* FOGGY.

ducking auto-correct. :-/

*screaming* XD

okay.....i caved. i'm writing something for this, hold on to your butts.

i love everyone in this thread tbh

Foggy’s got two fingers in Matt’s ass when Matt breathes out what sounds like a warning for him to stop.

Which is. Um. Foggy freezes, accidentally hooks his fingers in a way that makes Matt gasp.

“Shit, I. Matt. Sorry.” He’s – confused, is what he is. Matt usually loves it this way, spreading his thighs wider for Foggy to work him open good and slow, pulling his hair as Matt’s toes curl when Foggy pays too much attention to his nipples. This time Matt’s got a crease between his eyebrows, worried, as if he’s overthinking this.

But Foggy obeys.

“Foggy, I –“ Matt’s brushing sweaty hair from his forehead. His eyes have a wild spark in them, probably because Matt climbed in through his window tonight, pulled off the cowl and sucked on Foggy’s lip until Foggy literally dragged him to bed, but somehow tonight—

Tonight’s different.

“I don’t wanna – Foggy, I don’t want it like this tonight, if you, uh, don’t mind.” Matt shifts and Foggy’s fingers slip out of him, wincing at the loss. Foggy doesn’t understand, not when Matt’s biting his lip and his cock’s standing at full attention, not when Matt’s clearly hurting for something. It’s been a good night, too, Matt’s got a couple old bruises fading yellow and green around his ribs and on his cheekbone, but no new ones.

“That’s – that’s fine, buddy, is there something wrong—“

“No, Foggy,” Matt insists, and he’s got that pained expression on his face and Foggy tries to gather him up in a hug, runs his hands over Matt’s bare back till he’s shivering. “Nothing’s. Nothing’s wrong, just, you’re being – too gentle with me.”

Foggy lets out a startled laugh and scratches his hands through Matt’s hair. “What? Too gentle?”

So Matt rolls him over and straddles him like he’s, shit, riding a horse, what the hell is he doing – he’s licking his lips at Foggy and at some point he got the lube and is now pouring it into his palm and just a tiny bit of it slides off his hand and onto his cock –

“I want. This,” and Matt gestures vaguely at their position, snapping Foggy out of his haze. “I want to, fuck, I want to ride you, I want it to hurt later. Just. Let me do this, please? You think you can let me fuck myself on you?”

And Foggy – god, how can he say no? Not when Matt talks to him like this, not when Matt’s already got one hand firm on his chest and the other sliding around to fingerfuck himself, not when Matt’s looking at nothing and everything at once and his breath is ghosting across Foggy’s face.

“Yeah,” Foggy rasps, getting one hand on Matt’s ass and squeezing. “Yeah, you can – fuck. Yes, Matty.”

Yessssss *__*

yes yes yes yes I adore this

Uhm, yup, I'm all aboard this train.

SO I JUST REMEMBERED I TYPED THE TITLE TO THIS WRONG. the lyrics this fic quotes are "climb UP," not "climb ALL," i wrote this in a kind of frenzy, my badsies.

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Despite the lube, despite everything, Foggy can tell Matt didn’t spend long enough on prep because of course he didn’t. Matt’s whining a little as he shoves a third finger in, wincing at the friction, when Foggy grabs him by the wrist and stops him, earning a surprised noise on Matt’s behalf.

“Uh-uh,” Foggy admonishes, “more lube. Now.”

“But—“

“Now.”

And – okay, apparently that tone does something to Matt because the gulp is audible and Matt’s nodding fervently, eager to please. Foggy smacks him on the ass and Matt huffs out a pathetic little giggle.

“Okay, okay.” Matt’s trying to sound exasperated but he’s a terrible actor. Foggy can see the way his right hand is white-knuckling the sheets as he hands Matt the bottle, watches Matt pour more into his hand until Foggy’s satisfied and pats his hip, a sign for him to stop, and Matt obeys.

So maybe he’s being a little bossy with Matt, Foggy reflects as he spreads Matt’s thighs wider. Sue him. Matt over here is having a wonderful time, mouth falling open as the third finger sinks in with little resistance, and Foggy’s fingers are probably leaving bruises on Matt’s hips and ass. Matt shifts a bit and Foggy guesses Matt’s hit his prostate because his mouth falls open and he stares at the ceiling like he’s just seen (heard?) God himself.

And Matt’s not the one for ceremony, a fact made apparent when he wastes no time sinking down on Foggy’s cock.

“Oh my God,” Foggy breathes and oh my God indeed. Matt’s tight, so fucking tight just like every time and he’s warm and wet and Foggy has to ground himself with a hand on Matt’s thigh to keep from fucking up into him. Matt’s hips judder at the intrusion and he bites his lip as he adjusts to the thickness, squeezing his own cock at the root. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple and it occurs to Foggy that he loves Matt like this, riding him like a toy, the slightest hint of drool at the corner of his mouth.

“Foggy,” Matt hums and Foggy almost comes right there from how Matt says his name like a confession and Jesus fuck Nelson get your mind out of the religious gutter. “God, you’re. You’re really fucking big.”

It’s something he tells Foggy every time, but Foggy never gets tired of hearing it. “Yeah, sure,” he teases, “I’m sure that’s what you tell every boy on the block.”

That’s a joke, clearly a joke, but Matt shakes his head, smiling. “Nuh. Yours. I’m all yours.”

Jesus. Okay. So Matt picks himself up on those fucking ridiculous thigh muscles and drops, and they both groan when Matt does it again, and again, hitting a nice angle and abusing the fuck out of it until his cock is practically visibly throbbing and there are what Foggy could only call stars in his eyes. Foggy tries to meet him halfway but Matt puts a hand on his hip and growls “Stay still” in, fuck, in the Daredevil voice, of course he’d use the Daredevil voice and now there are a million filthy images running through Foggy’s head of him holding Matt as Daredevil down and fucking him raw and aching. Fuck you, Murdock.

He can only call what he does next payback.

He grabs Matt around the hips and practically wrestles him onto his stomach, slapping his ass with an audible crack that leaves Matt howling with glee. Matt’s clearly into whatever Foggy has planned for him because he shoves back against him, burying his cock in deeper until he gets that sweet spot and moans into the mattress.

“Matty, you fucking slut.” The words have no venom in them. Foggy yanks Matt’s head back by the hair and bites, a mark forming near the lobe of his ear. “You should’ve told me you wanted to get fucked like this, I might’ve just delivered.”

“Muh. Might not have, though,” Matt retorts, and earns another crack of Foggy’s hand against his ass.

“You’re right. Not if you didn’t ask me nicely.” And Matt whines at that, shoving his face into the mattress. “So ask me.”

“Please,” Matt says, voice muffled by the mattress.

“Please what?”

“Please Foggy will you fuck me,” Matt begs, and it’s wrecked and perfect. “Please God I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow, I want to feel it in my teeth, Foggy. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget what it feels like to not have your cock in my ass, please Foggy.”

Foggy bites Matt’s shoulder to avoid making a sound that will embarrass him because Jesus could Matt beg, he knew Matt could beg for it but it was like the first time every time, Matt boneless and all surrender in their bed. Matt submits in a way that makes Foggy want to wrap him in blankets and call him variations on my precious little moonbeam and dress him up in nice clothes and feed him food neither of them could afford. When Foggy says “oh, sweetheart,” it’s shaky and awed and he presses the bruises on Matt’s hip fondly before shoving into him, hard, just the way Matt likes it.

“Yes,” Matt hisses, snapping his hips back to meet Foggy’s. “Just like that, fuck, mm, more.”

Matt’s not gonna last much longer and Foggy can tell. He sets up a rhythm, and as unsteady as it is, it gets the job done. Foggy jackhammers into Matt, savors the wet noises as his cock rocks in and out of Matt’s hole. Matt’s too far gone to scream Foggy’s name, just makes soft noises into the mattress as he ruts against the sheets, and Foggy wraps a hand around Matt and jacks him off hard and sloppy.

“C’mon, Matty, honey, come for me, you’re so close, come on—"

And Matt cries, jerks out his orgasm and clenches around Foggy and before he knows what’s happening Foggy literally whites out, something he can’t remember doing in years. When he comes back to himself he’s still coming, filling Matt to the brim as Matt makes pleased noises below him.

It’s almost what feels like an eternity until Foggy feels the last of his orgasm, pulling out of Matt and slumping on his back, exhausted. Matt, on the other hand, wobbles down, boneless, not even bothering to clean himself up.

“No offense, dude, but you are gonna have to put up with so much dried jizz when you wake up, and it’s not gonna be fun.”

“Eh, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Matt mutters, noncommittal. “Come over here and spoon me, Nelson.”

“Gross! You’re covered in come.”

“Yeah, and half of it’s yours, genius. Don’t underestimate me, I will kick you out of bed.”

“God, you are such a brat,” Foggy complains, but he’s still crawling over to wrap his arms around Matt’s waist. He licks the spot where he bit Matt’s neck and earns a shudder. “Anyway. Was tonight to your standards?”

“Ahh, Foggy Nelson. Always the people-pleaser.”

“I am glaring very pointedly at your ear right now, man. Don’t play games with me. Maybe next time I’ll shove a vibrator up your ass and leave you alone. It could happen.”

“I’d like to see you try.” And, yup, Matt’s definitely doing the devilish smirk into his pillow right now, Foggy could tell.

“Yeah, well. Next time. When we’re not so tired.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Guh, this is so hot.

Damn, Anon. Damn. You did good.

Also, the dialog at the end was absolutely delightful. “Come over here and spoon me, Nelson.” <3 <3 <3

SUUUUUPER HOT. Thank you.

Fuckkkkk this is SO hot wow um. wow.

here! http://archiveofourown.org/works/4331475

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