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Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-18 07:18 am (UTC)(link)***
Foggy laughs, struck by a thought. "If Karen hadn't spotted you, would you have just stayed outside listening?"
"Hadn't really thought that far ahead," Matt admits. Therefore: probably, yes.
"You masochistic perv," Foggy says, grinning. "No, wait, that makes it sound hotter than eavesdropping on your actual partners who are getting it on in your actual bed while you're huddled outside in below-zero weather actually is."
"Self-flagellating?" Karen offers.
Foggy shakes his head. "Somehow, that sounds even kinkier."
Matt is getting That Look, like he can't decide whether he's embarrassed for Foggy or by him. Which is only fair, given the amount of shit Matt's pulled over the years that Foggy's only begun to understand, in fits and starts and usually at the worst possible moments. Like the time last week when they'd been taking a deposition and Foggy had abruptly realized that Matt had known that he'd had a guy hiding in his closet back in junior year. (Justin had not been amused, and the relationship had fizzled out less than a week later.)
"So, okay," Foggy says, "You'd have gotten your earful and snuck in later after we'd fallen asleep? What if we'd left when we were done? That doesn't seem right, does it, Kare?"
She shakes her head and grins, adding, "Not even a little." There's mischief in her eyes, & Foggy suspects that he's halfway to the kind of embarrassing emotional attachment where he's gonna be all ridiculous and start second-guessing himself until the whole relationship inevitably crashes and burns... but then, Matt's never been (directly) involved in his relationships before, so maybe he's got a safety net there.
Come to think of it, Matt's been his safety net for as long as they've known each other.
Aw, crap, now Foggy's got two people he's going to get ridiculous about. That's going to suuuuuuck.
May as well enjoy it while he can. Speaking of which, Karen's set aside the medical supplies, and her hands are pushing on Matt's shoulders, nudging him 'till his back hits the headboard next to Foggy and she's kneeling over his lap. Foggy can just see the lower curve of her ass under the tails of his shirt. "It's not just hearing, you said?" she asks.
Matt's eyebrows hover somewhere between wary and confused. "Yeah, no," he says, "It's- it's everything, everything except-"
"So even if you hadn't heard us," she muses, and Foggy thinks he sees where she's going with this, "and if we'd left, you'd still have known we were here?"
Matt nods, mouth working soundlessly for a moment. "Smell you, maybe," he says, finally. "Sheets might still be warm..."
Foggy gives in, curls his hand around the back of her thigh, the line of his forefinger fitting into the crease at the top, the side of his palm brushing over Matt's leg. "Good to know," he says. "Then what?"
"Wha-?" The rest of the word gets cut off when Matt inhales sharply, understanding. "-oh."
"C'mon, Matt," Karen cajoles. She drags her nails through the beard just under his jaw, scratching lightly, and Matt arches, baring his neck. "We gave you a show."
Now Matt bares his teeth, something more primal than a smile, and fuck fuck fuck this would be reason number thirty-eight why Matt and Foggy never fooled around before the latter found out about the vigilante thing: because Matt spent so much time hiding the parts of himself that hook right into Foggy's lust-addled lizard brain.
Not that he hadn't noticed that Matt was attractive before, but dorky, floppy-haired best-friend-since-college Matt is waaaay different than secret-vigilante Matt Murdock. Especially when he's here, safe in their care, all that intensity exposed but banked, flaring at their touch.
And at his own, now, too. They asked for a show, and damn if they're not getting one, Matt's bruised and battered hands light on his own skin, skimming over lean muscle, one thumbnail grazing a nipple so that he hisses out a breath before his fingers fumble at the fastenings to his pants. It's a team effort then; Karen lifts up, moves aside, and Foggy helps strip the weird too-soft armor off, and Matt kicks it away along with the boxer-briefs beneath it.
"Jesus, Matt," Karen says, running one hand along his leg. "You expected me to not know when you look like this?"
"To be fair..." Matt says, giving her the ghost of a smile.
"Oh don't even," Foggy says as he shucks off his own boxers. "Blind or not, you gotta know; you're all muscles and retroactively-worrying scar tissue."
"If you say so," Matt says. They resettle, Karen playing little spoon against Foggy as they lie on their sides facing Matt. Her head is propped on her folded arm, and Foggy leans up on one elbow to see over her shoulder, his hand sliding over the curve of her hip. Matt reaches out to pull her into a kiss, and she sways into it, eyes drifting closed.
It's times like this that Foggy gets stuck on a loop between 'I am the luckiest man alive to see this up close' and 'why the heck do they even need me around?' And right on cue, Matt turns to him, smiling slow and fond before kissing him, too, slick and dirty and deep.
Karen sighs happily below them. "Though I'm enjoying the view, it's not the one I was hoping for," she says.
Foggy pulls away. "Right! We're pretending we're not here."
"Seriously?" Matt says. "Of all the things we could be doing-"
"So, so many things," Karen agrees. "But that's not what I want. How about you, Foggy?"
"I'm with Karen. It's not as if we won't be getting anything out of it," Foggy says, and his hand slips down, fingertips just grazing the thatch of hair between her legs. Karen's breath hitches, and when he glances at her, she's giving him a sly, sidelong smile that he has to kiss, a little messy from this angle but still sweet, still hot.
"Ff-" Matt says. "Fuck, fine." He pushes away, rolling onto his back. He's always been completely unselfconscious in bed - occasionally, unpredictably (infuriatingly) apprehensive about asking for something he wants, but never anything less than comfortable in his own skin.
Foggy might envy that a little, but he'd never admit to it, heart rate be damned.
Not that he has any complaints, though, no sirree. Because right now, he's got an armful of warm, soft Karen and they've both got front row seats to a hell of a sight. Matt doesn't generally rush, happy to spend so much time on foreplay that Foggy's been known to make shortstop jokes, but tonight, he's apparently decided to not fuck around. His hand's around his dick, hard and flushed and getting harder as he fucks up into the tight circle of his fingers. He catches his lower lip between his teeth, brow furrowed, and Karen makes a high noise in the back of her throat.
"...yeah," Foggy agrees in a whisper. She squirms against him, reminding Foggy of the rising urgency of both his own arousal and hers in one delightful little wiggle of her hips. Karen's legs part at Foggy's touch, and he strokes through her folds, already slick again and familiar enough that he knows he can sink one finger into her easily. He does, thumb rubbing gently along the buried ridge of her clit.
She shivers in his arms, and Matt makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whine. "I- I can-" he says, words failing him, pre-come leaking over his hand.
"Shit, Matt," Foggy says, realizing. Matt can hear the soft wet noises Karen's body makes as Foggy adds a second finger, can probably smell her from across the apartment, let alone in the same bed, sense the spreading flush over her skin as she writhes. He can probably tell that Foggy's hard enough to pound nails, dick grinding against the curve of Karen's truly spectacular ass with each roll of her hips.
Karen can certainly feel it, and Foggy can see the flicker of her smile before she says, "Don't- don't come, Foggy, you should fuck him when he's done."
It's like she knows what that'll do to Matt, what her breathy obscenity does to them both, and Foggy pushes deeper into the clenching wet heat of her, knuckles twisting against her entrance, thumb just, just catching against the head of her clit every time she pushes into his hand.
"Kare-" Matt says, panting, "Karen, I want- let me hear you-" His strokes speed up, and his stomach clenches with each thrust, and Foggy almost regrets not knowing anatomy, because there's a couple of flexing lines at Matt's hip that he can't stop staring at but can't name.
"Foggy," Karen gasps, and then again, "Foggy, fuck, yeah," tightening around his fingers, and Foggy drops his mouth to the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder, sucking gently as counterpoint to the sharp edge of his teeth, while her voice rises in pitch and in volume, losing coherence. He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of this, of feeling her shake apart in his arms, calling his name.
In contrast, the only warning Matt gives is a low, ragged inhalation; Foggy glances up in time to watch him tense in an arc, straining upwards as he groans, come landing on his belly, his chest, dripping over his fingers as he works himself through it. Thoughtlessly, reflexively, Foggy's hand tightens, and Karen shudders with a little, rippling aftershock.
"Foggy," she says, low and insistent, "get the lube."
Matt blinks at them both, looking hazy and messy and well-fucked already. He smiles and stretches out, wicked and inviting, and says, "No rush," with feigned nonchalance.
So really, if Foggy's brain chooses to implode at that very second, it's really not his fault. Not even a little.
(Fortunately, it doesn't.)
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Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-18 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-19 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)(Also I wondered what Matt would've done if Karen didn't seem him lurk out like a creep and now I'm stuck with this mental image of Matt in his DD suit grumpily sitting on the roof tapping his foot impatiently and thinking "these two little shit just how long are they going to keep on?!" because it's way too cold outside LOL)
Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-19 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)(and yeah, that mental image of Matt loitering crankily outside his own apt, if Foggy had found out he'd have given him SO MUCH shit about it omg)
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Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-21 08:48 am (UTC)(link)-- AuthorAnon
Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 12:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 01:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL(ish): Foggy/Karen, having sex in Matt's bed (2/2), Foggy/Karen/Matt
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