yes, please, I like this.

(Matt huffs a laugh and murmurs, "I'm not on top of you." Then he tucks his head into the crease of Foggy's neck, one arm looped loosely around his waist. This was worse than a drunk Murdock, this was torture. As Matt starts nosing at his neck, Foggy wishes he knew how to get his breathing under control; maybe he should take a lamaze class or something.)