(No bonus, I'm afraid, anon. Hopefully someone will fill this excellent prompt properly!)
It had taken a long time to get here, Matt mused as Foggy's hand carefully tightened on his throat. The vague burn that was the kernel of oxygen starvation was a distraction from... well, everything, but right now he just cared that it quieted the roar in his head that made him want to grab his lover by the hair and...
He could feel Foggy on top of him, still in his pajamas and with one knee planted firmly on the mattress just so Matt could rut against his thigh.
"Doing alright, Matty?" Foggy was almost as breathless as Matt. He could still breathe, shallow and numbing and the opposite of what Matt wanted. He tipped his head back yet further and let Foggy's hand flatten another fraction. The 'yes' signal.
"Shit." A reverent curse from a man Matt could hurt in ten thousand ways. Most of them wouldn't even leave a mark, but Matt couldn't help but shudder at the thought of ones that would, of running his hand over Foggy's back and feeling heated stripes from a cane or round spots wet with blood that Matt would bite again and again until Foggy was screaming, until he had to reach up and pin his arms, growl into his skin that they weren't done yet.
He came, splattering his shame onto his own naked belly and Foggy's ratty pajama bottoms, and at the same moment he reached up for Foggy's wrist. The release came hard on the heels of release, leaving Matt wheezing and free on the sheets. For a second, the rush was overwhelming. He couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears, couldn't form the fire into a world, and he knew he deserved it as it washed over him, burning him almost completely away.
When things started to make sense again, he found he was tucked into Foggy, curled into him with his head under his chin and Foggy's whole, nude, unblemished torso (skin contact was one of Matt's recovery musts. There had been a lot of talking about it) right there for him to touch. He did, and let Foggy murmur comfort to him, and felt like maybe he had done his job.
Small Fill (Matt/Foggy, breathplay, safesignalling, GUILT)
It had taken a long time to get here, Matt mused as Foggy's hand carefully tightened on his throat. The vague burn that was the kernel of oxygen starvation was a distraction from... well, everything, but right now he just cared that it quieted the roar in his head that made him want to grab his lover by the hair and...
He could feel Foggy on top of him, still in his pajamas and with one knee planted firmly on the mattress just so Matt could rut against his thigh.
"Doing alright, Matty?" Foggy was almost as breathless as Matt. He could still breathe, shallow and numbing and the opposite of what Matt wanted. He tipped his head back yet further and let Foggy's hand flatten another fraction. The 'yes' signal.
"Shit." A reverent curse from a man Matt could hurt in ten thousand ways. Most of them wouldn't even leave a mark, but Matt couldn't help but shudder at the thought of ones that would, of running his hand over Foggy's back and feeling heated stripes from a cane or round spots wet with blood that Matt would bite again and again until Foggy was screaming, until he had to reach up and pin his arms, growl into his skin that they weren't done yet.
He came, splattering his shame onto his own naked belly and Foggy's ratty pajama bottoms, and at the same moment he reached up for Foggy's wrist. The release came hard on the heels of release, leaving Matt wheezing and free on the sheets. For a second, the rush was overwhelming. He couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears, couldn't form the fire into a world, and he knew he deserved it as it washed over him, burning him almost completely away.
When things started to make sense again, he found he was tucked into Foggy, curled into him with his head under his chin and Foggy's whole, nude, unblemished torso (skin contact was one of Matt's recovery musts. There had been a lot of talking about it) right there for him to touch. He did, and let Foggy murmur comfort to him, and felt like maybe he had done his job.
Foggy was safe from him.