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Matt doesn't know if it's a good or bad sign that they're literally finishing each others' sentences now. Then again, the mental image of what they're suggesting is enough of a distraction that he figures it's okay he can't come to a decision on that point. "Uh--"

"Think you can take it, Matt?" The Foggy he's laying on presses a kiss to his temple. "Take all of us?"

He is certainly going to goddamned try. Matt's never attempted double penetration before but damned if he isn't drooling for it right now. "Bring it on," he says hoarsely, mouth watering.

Matt can hear the grins being exchanged. After that, things move quickly. "Just lie still," he's instructed to the snap of the lube bottle being uncapped. "We'll take care of you." Hands are tugging his knees up and apart, spreading him for the delectation of the gathered Foggys. One of them sighs in unmistakable appreciation.

"God, that's pretty."

"Language," comes the half-laughed scolding from somewhere between his legs. Matt chuckles and then hisses softly as a finger coated in barely-warmed lube presses lightly against his perineum and then his entrance. "Sorry," Foggy apologizes, but the slick finger circling his hole and the sensitive tissue there is enough of a distraction from the quickly-changing temperature that Matt doesn't mind too much. "Let's get you nice and stretched..."

Normally Matt prefers a little burn, a little more friction than is truly comfortable. The crowd of Foggys seem to have other ideas as more lube glugs out of the bottle and two fingers enter his body at once in an easy slide. They probe the depths of his body, wringing out a choked noise as they brush over his prostate, but that's not the main focus here and he tries to relax. Foggy murmurs appreciatively and two fingers is increased to three, then four. Matt's dick is hard and weeping at this point but there's no attention paid to it as the Foggy opening his body finally deems him ready.

Matt could cry in relief. Around him, he can hear the slick sounds of the others watching and stroking themselves, the rubber-tight smell of a condom or two mingling with precome and lube and sweat and lust and he wants that.

"Brace yourself..." The Foggy holding him rocks upright and shifts their feet over the edge of the bed to the floor,
grunting a little with effort and Matt's weight. Matt can feel his cock trapped against his lower back, the smears of precome left on his skin there. "Lift up a little, Matt," the one who had his fingers in him instructs. Matt does, is rewarded with a murmur of "Good boy, Matt, so sweet" and then the blunt pressure of the head of Foggy's cock against his hole as Foggy gets lined up appropriately.

Matt's weight is enough to sink him onto Foggy's shaft and both of them groan wholeheartedly. He repeats the noise when the angle changes as Foggy carefully lays back down again, his knees cradling Matt's.

The rhythm of a pumping hand speeds up. "Once again: god, that's pretty."

"Mirror sex is now on my list of things to try," another agrees. "Fuck narcissism, that's too good to pass up."

"Yeah, well, hold onto your hats..." Another body settles over Matt and Foggy, more pressure applied against his entrance.

Even with the thorough prep, it still burns. Matt gasps at the careful slide in, throwing his head back and exposing his throat. It's perfect, the stretch and push and give of his body as it accepts the second condom-wrapped cock with lush eagerness. "Oh Jesus," Foggy groans above him, cock twitching when he's finally buried up to the hilt. "Oh my god, oh my god--"

"How're you doing, Matt?" one of the still-waiting Foggys asks softly as he brushes his fingers through his fringe.
Matt keens in response, nuzzling into the hand. It gets his point across as there's a susurration of laughter all around. "That good, huh?"

"You have no fucking idea," the Foggy under him rumbles. "And you're telling me I could have had this for how long?"

"I told you." That's once again definitely his Foggy, smug as anything. "Assholes, all of you."

"Well, I am sure as hell enjoying this one right now." The second Foggy in him deliberately rocks in and both Matt and the first Foggy hiss, even as the others groan at the joke. Matt doesn't mind; cheesy humor is a far, far-away consideration at the moment as he breathes around the fullness in him. God, he never knew he wanted this, fucked to the brim and aching desperately for more.

"My turn," another Foggy breathes, and there's some shuffling as he slings his leg over Matt's waist, resting his weight on his knees so as not to squash anybody beneath him. Matt can only groan as sure fingers find his aching cock and line him up.

"Fuck--!" Foggy's body enveloping him strikes a whole different set of pleasure up his spine and he squirms, drawing groans from the first two. Holding still as instructed is the sweetest torture as he trembles with the need to move, shift the heat in him and around him.

"You're doing well, Matt," comes the breathless encouragement of the Foggy now sitting on him. "So well. Just one more and then we'll blow your mind, hm?"

He can only sob for air and nod as the last body arranges itself with knees under his arms, fingers winding into his hair on either side of his head and guiding his slack mouth onto the waiting dick. Matt immediately curls his tongue around the hot length, wishing he could taste Foggy beyond the rubber of the condom, spread the steady trickle of precome he can sense across his mouth like cream. How is it he can feel greedy for more with four men in bed with him? Hail Mary, full of grace--

And then they begin to move and Matt no longer has room in his head for such spare thoughts. It's a jumble of limbs and curses before they manage to establish any sort of rhythm, and all Matt can do is lie there and take it, heated flesh in his ass and mouth and around his dick pounding higher-order thinking out of his mind. Dimly he hears a "You doing all right down there?" but can't respond. The question's probably directed at the Foggy he's lying on anyway, what with the weight of two and a half people on him.

Sure enough, "'All right' is a completely inadequate descriptor of how I'm feeling right now," Foggy grunts. "They'll need to make up whole new adjectives to describe what is going on for me, unless you all stop in which case there're plenty of four-letter words that will suit my needs just fine."

"And Matt? You still with us?" Matt whimpers, tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes. He can't help it, lost in sensation and the care even now that Foggy is taking with him. Gentle fingers brush the tears away and he sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, earning a startled curse from somewhere above him and hands tightening in his hair.

While the scent invading his nose where it's buried in Foggy's coarse hair at the base of his shaft is no different than his Foggy's, his Foggy is riding his dick. Matt is sure of it, even though the noises all of them make are so similar. There's a surprised edge to some of the grunts from the three Foggys in him that tells him that this is a new experience for them but the last one is riding him with easy familiarity, knows just how to clench to make him gasp around the cock in his mouth, knows how to draw up and slam down just the way he likes it. The fact that he can pick out his own lover from the crowd is a warm if unlooked-for reassurance in his heart, and Matt closes his eyes and gives himself up.

No surprise, he comes first. Hard, with a cut-off scream as he pulls his mouth off Foggy's cock and gasps harshly for air. The reds of his world white out, his sense of the men in him and around him disappearing save for where it contributes to the awareness of his pleasure-wracked body. Fucking into him, Foggy gasps and chokes out, "I'm coming--!" followed by the other Foggy filling his ass. The one riding him purrs as he strives for his own release around Matt's still-pulsing cock, finds it in a low grunt and twisting of his hips. Last is the one Matt's sucking off as firm fingers pull him back onto the abandoned shaft. Matt sucks automatically, breaths coming loud through his nose, and Foggy groans, throbs against his tongue, comes with a spurt he can feel in his mouth and taste through the rubber.

Foggy, Foggy, Foggy...

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Matt comes to surrounded by a pile of Foggys. Someone's turned up a washcloth from somewhere and is ineffectually wiping at the trickle of lube from his ass. He hums softly and the movements pause. "Back with us, Matty?"

"Mm-hm." His tone makes it clear that he feels multisyllabic coherent speech is unnecessary at the moment. There's a deeply satisfied tinge to the air, one that deepens as he sighs in contentment. "Mmm..."

Someone kisses him, gentle and affectionate. Then another someone, another, another. He can't help but smile besottedly into them, nuzzle against whoever's closest without caring who. There's some random petting for awhile and he purrs.

"Talk about treating your doubles with consideration," a Foggy at his side murmurs after a few moments.

"S'that what they're calling it these days?" another says, amused.

"I dunno, I'd say it's pretty damned considerate I'm sharing him with all of you--"

"And we are damned thankful for it," another says. " Christ and the man Jesus. And we've got, what, twenty-two hours remaining before we go home?"

Home for the Foggys. Which means, for their Matts... Matt's smile deepens. So. Nelson-and-Murdock: not a corollary unique to them. Just one delayed in realization. "Language," he manages, causing a fit of giggles all around.

"I don't know, Murdock, how can you pray with that mouth?" Foggy says after recovering. Matt reaches out and tugs lightly on his hair: shut up and enjoy the afterglow. He gets obedient silence, though not without a grumbled, "Oh now he's bossy?"

"That's another thing you have to look out for," his Foggy says sadly. "He's a cuddler after sex, but only on his terms -- ow!"

Twenty-two hours to fill. Matt snickers as Foggy growls about where he's just tweaked his nipple and the others laugh. Whatever shall they do...

this was hot as fuck, oh my god. GOOD JOB. A+ WOULD FAP AGAIN.

holy sweet jesus. this is beyond amazing. i think you fried my brain.

This was adorable and so much fun! Thank you for writing and sharing!

THIS IS THE BEST omg i started off giggling because SO CUTE and then praisekink hgnfhdsfdgh and then the actual fucking like are u kidding me authoranon???? so hot and fun and adorable ugh ugh ugh THANK YOU

(also just the fact that i love foggy so much and you gave me four? FOUR? ur killing me in the best ways ever)

omg I enjoyed this SO MUCH

now i wanna know about what happens when one of them goes back to their matt and blows his mind

oh jesus, don't tempt me.

*waggles eyebrows*

Matt wouldn't know what hit him, but it'd hit him so good ;)

author!anon: fuck it, i may write a sequel after all. *headdesk headdesk headdesk* this kinkmeme is taking over my LIFE.

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Prompt Post #6

FILL: Corollary (4/4) (Foggy/Matt, Multiple Foggies!)

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