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Matt and Wesley have this consensual thing. Matt realizes nothing freaks Wesley out more than gentleness and, because of his heightened senses, a freaked out Wesley turns Matt on like nothing else.

Cue Matt tying Wesley's hands to the headboard and mapping his naked body with fingers, lips and tongue and getting more and more turned on with every distressed noise, the feel of Wesley writhing underneath him, the smell of Wesley's sweat and tears and his rapid heartbeat.

Ends in consensual rough sex (bottom Wesley) but how they get from point a to point b is up to the writer.

Bonus points for Wesley asking/pleading with Matt "why are you doing this to me?" and Matt's answer.

YES. My kingdom for this prompt to be filled!

Matt's true cruelty to Wesley is his kindness it's the true even ground. Fuck I love this prompt.

I would actually literally sell my soul for this, God help me.

Yes, so very much. I've got Wesley on the brain and there's not enough fic to satisfy my thirst.

I hope this is at least close to what you were looking for OP. It ended up very consensual and then kind of fluffy at the end. Somehow.

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The ticking of a familiar watch told Matt who was at the door to the office, long before he was able to match up the cadence of the footsteps. There was a knock.

Matt let out a silent sigh before calling, ‘come in.’

‘Hello, Mr. Murdock, I’m glad I managed to catch you.’

‘Ah, Mr. Union Allied. If this is about another case, I’m sure you could come back during office hours. I was about to leave.’

‘Actually, my name is James Wesley and I’m here on personal business.’ No change in the heartbeat, either about his name or his purpose.

Matt waited.

‘I was wondering if you would like to grab a drink.’ The last three words were delivered with the careful inflection of a rehearsed line, but the heartbeat stayed steady.

Matt couldn’t help an incredulous bark of laughter. ‘After everything that happened, do you really think that’s a good idea?’ Even though there was nothing to indicate insincerity about what Wesley was saying, there was something slightly off about his manner in a way Matt couldn’t place.

‘I said that I was here for personal reasons, rather than business. I’m good at compartmentalising, are you?’

Of course the answer to that was “very”, but Matt wasn’t about to say it.

‘Does this have anything to do with your employer in any way?’

‘No.’ It was an unambiguous, truthful answer.

‘Then why?’

‘I find you attractive. I’ve always been drawn to people with strong convictions and dedication to a personal code. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite so righteous as you.’

Wesley drew closer and circled around the desk. He telegraphed the movement with a scrape of his shoes, even if Matt hadn’t been paying close attention to the regular ticking. It was then that he realised what was off about Wesley’s body-language. He hadn’t once nodded or shrugged without vocalising, now that it was just the two of them. Most of the background cues that Matt was used to ignoring were simply absent. It was as if Wesley had shed them like an old coat once he decided they were useless here.

‘I’m interested and I hope you are,’ Wesley said.

Matt stood up and got into Wesley’s personal space. Half-formed notions about getting insights or information about Fisk were heavily influencing Matt’s choice, but if he were completely honest it was a little catch in Wesley’s breath that finally decided him. ‘I’m interested.’

///

The weeks that followed were something like a truce and a lot like compartmentalisation. Even though it didn’t take Matt long to realise that Wesley would never, ever reveal anything about Fisk, unwittingly or not, there were other reasons that they kept… this thing they had. There was a definite spark between them. They also both had a lot of reasons to want to burn off excess tension.

They almost always met at Matt’s apartment. The few times that Wesley organised a place, it was obvious to Matt that is wasn’t a place his partner actually lived in. There air was clean and fresh and utterly devoid of Wesley’s own scent.

They were in Matt’s bedroom the first time Wesley slipped. They were trading kisses, and removing clothes with accustomed haste. Matt’s fingers scored down the planes of Wesley’s chest, learning the feel of his skin and muscles. Wesley took Matt’s distraction as an opportunity to lead the kiss, deepening it and adding a hint of teeth. Things generally took a turn for the rough between them and Matt slid his hands lower to grip Wesley’s hips.

They moved toward the bed, breaking the kiss. Wesley bit at the flesh of Matt’s neck, where it met his shoulder, ever careful not to leave any marks that couldn’t be hidden beneath a suit. Matt retaliated by tightening his grip and using it to shift Wesley’s center of gravity. They both practically fell into bed. Matt huffed a laugh and brushed a hand through Wesley’s hair fondly. Surprisingly, his partner tensed at the touch and his heart rate kicked up a notch. Matt’s expression drew into a frown and trailed fingertips down Wesley’s cheek, reassuringly. If anything, this just made his heartbeat speed again.

Wesley got a leg between Matt’s and flipped them over, pinning the lawyer beneath him. ‘Let’s stop messing around, shall we?’ Wesley asked a little breathlessly.

Matt pushed himself upwards to capture Wesley’s lips. ‘Fine by me,’ he said. If the sex was a little rougher than usual, it didn’t bother either of them.
Afterwards, however, Matt couldn’t get that moment out of his head. The way Wesley’s heart rate had spiked at those gentle touches was intriguing. The thought kept Matt awake that night, as he lay alone in bed. Wesley never stayed and Matt never asked him too. It probably wasn’t a good idea to think of this as anything other than casual. It wasn’t like either of them could afford to have more than that in their lives at this point. As Matt finally drifted off that night, he resolved to push Wesley next time and find out just what had happened.

///

It took a whole fortnight for their schedules to sync up again. Matt and Wesley wasted no time in shedding their clothes and half pulled, and half coaxed each other toward the bed. Wesley stretched out on the covers and reached forward to pull Matt down too.

Matt resisted for a moment and leaned over the edge of the bed, feeling through the pile of discarded clothes. His finger’s brushed against silk and he held up Wesley’s tie, running the length of material through his fingers. He held it up for his partner’s inspection. ‘Is this something you might like to try?’ he asked.

‘For you or me?’ Wesley returned.

‘I was thinking for you, if you didn’t mind.’

The smirk was very apparent in Wesley’s voice. ‘I don’t mind. I’m sure I could take anything you threw at me.’ He reached out and ran a hand down Matt’s biceps and forearm, until he reached the wrist. Then he leaned back and guided Matt’s hand to the headboard, where Wesley’s other hand was already stretched out. ‘Go for it,’ he said.

Matt slid the silk around Wesley’s wrists, wrapping it a couple of times before tying it off around the bedhead. Wesley tugged a couple of times. ‘It’s good, the knot won’t slip either, by the feel of it.’

‘Good,’ Matt said, a faint smile curving his lips. He traced down Wesley’s arms, feeling the tension in his triceps and the pull of his tendons in this position. Matt continued to trace his fingertips down Wesley’s neck, following the path of his pulse and then sweeping down across a stark collarbone.

Wesley’s heart rate was beginning to spike. Interesting.

‘Anytime you want to move past the exploration, Murdock,’ Wesley said. The last name was the only thing belied Wesley’s even tone. That and his heartbeat.

Matt hummed noncommittally and continued tracing patterns over bare skin. He leaned down and traced more patterns with his lips, keeping everything light and sweet. Beneath him, Wesley shuddered and a uttered a low sound. His heart began hammering so hard, that Matt was wondering if he even needed his heightened senses to hear it. Every soft touch and caress of Matt’s fingertips seemed to elicit a shudder.

He reached up to stroke his partner’s cheek and was surprised to find that Wesley’s eyes were screwed shut. Further inspection revealed that his hands were fisted so tightly his nails were digging into his palms.

‘Hey, come on, are you okay?’ Matt’s mouth had gone dry and it was hard to articulate the words. He had expected a reaction, but nothing like this. Seeing Wesley come apart beneath his hands and lips was genuinely disconcerting, but for some reason, Matt was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

‘I’m fine. You’re just. I’m not made of glass, you don’t have to—’ The end of Wesley’s sentence was lost as he twisted again, panting. Matt realised he’d been absently stroking his hip.

‘Sorry.’

‘Why—Why are you doing this?’ Wesley gasped past the shivers that wracked his body.

At the start of this Matt might have answered along the lines that seeing him wrecked like this was a turn-on. That was still true, but there was something else now that kept Matt gentle. ‘Because there’s something poignant about how you could deal with pain so easily, but not with this. You always shrug off our encounters, and I kind of do the same thing.’ Matt leaned down closer. ‘I don’t think you’ll shrug this one off, though.’

Wesley tugged reflexively at the tie as he tried to shift upward. ‘What right do you have—!’

‘I’ll stop. Tell me and I’ll stop,’ Matt interrupted. ‘I know you could slip that knot if you wanted.’

Wesley swallowed and turned his face toward the wall, as if he had forgotten that Matt couldn’t read his expression anyway. ‘Just. Shut up, Murdock,’ he snapped. ‘I. Do what you want.’

Those words hit Matt like a punch to the stomach. He gave a shaky exhale and resolved not to look too closely at why this was affecting him so much. His training had taught him dozens of ways to take a person apart. They were all about means of damaging flesh or inflicting pain. This was something so different. It was stripping down the layers of a person and having them fall apart with the lightest of touches, the softest caresses. It was intoxicating.

Matt’s fingertips traced the lines on Wesley’s rib, down past his stomach and over the sharp protrusion of his hips. He followed the same path with his lips, listening to the catches of breath and the choked whines. Wesley was on the verge of sobbing.

‘Would you like to take this further?’ Matt asked, stroking soothing lines up Wesley’s inner thigh.

‘Yes. I want that. I want you. Please,’ Wesley managed to articulate between shaking breaths.

Matt stretched up the bed and riffled through the contents of his bedside draw, removing lube and a condom. The room was nearly quiet, except for the sound of Wesley’s panting. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was something in the temperature fluctuations or minute air currents, but Matt could have sworn that he felt Wesley’s eyes on his skin, watching every move.

The lube was cold on Matt’s fingers and he let it warm for a moment. Wesley hissed at the initial contact. The touch was so gentle that Wesley’s breath stuttered again. He uttered a whine and Matt’s hand trembled, fighting a dark, possessive instinct to go harder, to leave a mark. No, the way to get to Wesley, to have that control break, was only going to be through gentleness.

Matt pressed a finger in slowly, stroking as Wesley writhed. Every movement was light as Matt gradually stretched out his partner. Wesley’s breaths were gasping and there was a slight tang of salt in the air. It might have been sweat. It might have been tears. Matt wasn’t sure which one he was hoping for. He didn’t reach up to Wesley’s face to find out.

Even after the slow prep, Matt took his time rolling on a condom and slicking himself thoroughly before pressing in as slowly as he could. The exertion of holding himself back caused one of his thighs to twitch with suppressed movement. Wesley was holding still too, the occasional hitch in his breathing betraying the intensity of the sensation. Matt leant down when he was fully sheathed and nuzzled the side of Wesley’s neck. He rocked his hips slowly, listening closely for some indication of how Wesley was taking this. The response he got was not subtle.

Wesley twisted and tugged at the tie. ‘Alright, Matt enough gentle, please, harder. I can’t think like this. Just harder, damn you!’

Matt’s hips slammed forward at that, before he’d even registered it. Wesley was never that inarticulate, even in bed. Wesley groaned, his hips lifting to meet the next thrust. Someone was growling and Matt was surprised when he realised it was him.

‘Yes, God yes!’ The encouragement was hissed through Wesley’s teeth. He shifted a leg to cross Matt’s back and pulled him closer. Now that it was rougher, some of Wesley’s control came back. He might have been tied to the bed, but there was a heel digging into the small of Matt’s back and the lawyer swore he could feel a hot gaze pressed against his skin. Matt made a grab for Wesley’s other leg and pushed it upward. The hamstring tensed beneath his fingers and Matt tried not to think of the pressure points he could hit or just how much force it would take to break bone. Something about this encounter was bringing all his worst instincts to the fore and he couldn’t decide if the resultant feeling twisting in his guts was shame or arousal. Probably both.

A few more thrusts had Wesley on the edge. Matt picked up the familiar tells in his breathing and heartbeat, the twitch of his muscles. They were both shaking. In that final moment, Matt released his grip and braced himself over his partner. He reached down and ever so gently caressed Wesley’s chest and laid a warm palm over his racing heart. With his other hand he reached between their bodies to stroke Wesley’s cock. With a gasping sob Wesley finished, spilling over his stomach. It only took Matt three more thrust before he was finishing as well.

As the effects of orgasm wore off, Matt realised he was still brace above his partner and that his arms were beginning to shake from the strain. He pulled out carefully, absently noticing that Wesley didn’t flinch at the friction. They lay side-by-side, both panting for breath, as reality reasserted itself. Matt grimaced and disposed of the condom before padding naked toward the bathroom. He brought a towel back and held it out to Wesley. The other man took it with a murmured thanks and wiped himself off.

Matt shifted where he stood. ‘I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel much like moving. Do you want to stay the night?’

There was a moment of silence that stretched out between them. If he hadn’t known better, Matt would have assumed that Wesley had indicated his answer non-verbally. Finally, there was a soft sigh. ‘Yes, that would be acceptable. Thank you.’ His voice was a little hoarse, but the tone was even.

The covers shifted pointedly as Wesley broadcast his movements. Matt climbed in beside him. At that point the lawyer hesitated, one hand hovering somewhere over Wesley’s shoulder. With that same sigh Wesley grabbed the hand with his own and laced their fingers together. ‘I can hear you over-analysing. Everything’s fine and you’re a very perceptive and considerate lover. Now go to sleep.’

Matt chuckled at that and shifted closer. If Wesley felt the faint smile against his shoulder, he didn’t say anything.

loved it. beautifully written!

Thanks heaps!

Good job, nonny. That was hot.

Thank you, kindly.

Nice fic! You've got such a compelling dynamic between Wesley and Matt. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you for that. Interesting character dynamics are by far my favourite thing about reading or writing fic.

Your characterization is wonderful, Wesley in particular.

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