Karen lived. Frank regretted he couldn’t let the bastard responsible for poisoning her know he’d lived only because she had. But the Punisher being connected to the capture would’ve raised way too many questions, so Daredevil had to do the actual act and get all the credit on his own.
They told her what had happened, of course. She smiled, and said, “Well, that makes everything much easier.”
The last night before she came home was the night they decided to properly fuck for the first time on a bed, to have that one to themselves. They hadn’t had time for anything besides quick handjobs and another exchange of blowjobs while they’d been chasing the would-be assassin.
The first time Frank had fingered Karen open, Matt had been talking him through it. It was a good thing Frank was now more experienced, because while Matt was talking at the start, even helping Frank aim for his prostrate, a few hits to that and Matt was reduced to moans and whines. Frank found himself running a hand over his back, his hips, his legs, and swore he could feel the skin shiver at his touch.
Then he was in position, and starting down at the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen helpless before him. Before he could stop himself, Frank was asking, “Would you really let me do anything to you right now?”
“God, yes,” gasped Matt, and Frank absolutely believed him.
He’d never had any lover in his full power like that, not really. Certainly not either Maria or Karen, who had always both been willing to push back when pushed too far. He could hurt Matt without even realizing it.
It was the scariest moment Frank had ever experienced in bed. He almost retreated, told Matt he was sorry, but this he couldn’t do. Only how badly he wanted this man kept him in place. Gingerly he took hold of his hips, felt the heat coming off him.
“Please, Frank,” Matt whispered, and the trust of it, more than he had deserved at any time, let alone after all he’d done, was everything. Every exhale he made was half a whimper.
Frank focused on those as he pushed in, even as he groaned himself with the pleasure of it. He pressed himself against Matt, thought about how loud his heart had to be in the other man’s ears. “Frank,” Matt said. “You don’t have to get rough. I know you don’t like that. But remember, I’m sturdy. Make me feel it.”
So Frank let himself use his strength. He built up to it, putting a little more force into his thrusts every time Matt whispered “Harder,” until finally he wasn’t using any words any more, just more of those moans and crazier sounds as Frank gave it to him firm and good. He made little hitching noises, too, when Frank pressed his kisses into the back of his neck and over his shoulder blades, able to feel that too. Frank did it all as he wrapped himself around him, even as thrusts straight onto his prostrate every time sent Matt bucking and surging up and down.
Matt came with a long and easy groan, the tension flowing out of his body, opening him up even further for Frank to go deep. He still shuddered with each thrust, and let out a dazed “Oh,” when Frank himself filled him.
Frank wanted to keep holding him. He wanted to try to squeeze them into the shower stall together. He wanted to just lie there until Karen showed up, and then just pull her in, and never let either of them go ever.
“How did any of this happen, Frank?” Matt asked. “I know, you don’t know either. Think Karen could figure it out?”
“Have her put a timeline and a diagram up on the wall?” replied Frank. “Might work.” Matt laughed.
Fill: Even If We're Just Dancing in the Dark 19/20?
They told her what had happened, of course. She smiled, and said, “Well, that makes everything much easier.”
The last night before she came home was the night they decided to properly fuck for the first time on a bed, to have that one to themselves. They hadn’t had time for anything besides quick handjobs and another exchange of blowjobs while they’d been chasing the would-be assassin.
The first time Frank had fingered Karen open, Matt had been talking him through it. It was a good thing Frank was now more experienced, because while Matt was talking at the start, even helping Frank aim for his prostrate, a few hits to that and Matt was reduced to moans and whines. Frank found himself running a hand over his back, his hips, his legs, and swore he could feel the skin shiver at his touch.
Then he was in position, and starting down at the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen helpless before him. Before he could stop himself, Frank was asking, “Would you really let me do anything to you right now?”
“God, yes,” gasped Matt, and Frank absolutely believed him.
He’d never had any lover in his full power like that, not really. Certainly not either Maria or Karen, who had always both been willing to push back when pushed too far. He could hurt Matt without even realizing it.
It was the scariest moment Frank had ever experienced in bed. He almost retreated, told Matt he was sorry, but this he couldn’t do. Only how badly he wanted this man kept him in place. Gingerly he took hold of his hips, felt the heat coming off him.
“Please, Frank,” Matt whispered, and the trust of it, more than he had deserved at any time, let alone after all he’d done, was everything. Every exhale he made was half a whimper.
Frank focused on those as he pushed in, even as he groaned himself with the pleasure of it. He pressed himself against Matt, thought about how loud his heart had to be in the other man’s ears. “Frank,” Matt said. “You don’t have to get rough. I know you don’t like that. But remember, I’m sturdy. Make me feel it.”
So Frank let himself use his strength. He built up to it, putting a little more force into his thrusts every time Matt whispered “Harder,” until finally he wasn’t using any words any more, just more of those moans and crazier sounds as Frank gave it to him firm and good. He made little hitching noises, too, when Frank pressed his kisses into the back of his neck and over his shoulder blades, able to feel that too. Frank did it all as he wrapped himself around him, even as thrusts straight onto his prostrate every time sent Matt bucking and surging up and down.
Matt came with a long and easy groan, the tension flowing out of his body, opening him up even further for Frank to go deep. He still shuddered with each thrust, and let out a dazed “Oh,” when Frank himself filled him.
Frank wanted to keep holding him. He wanted to try to squeeze them into the shower stall together. He wanted to just lie there until Karen showed up, and then just pull her in, and never let either of them go ever.
“How did any of this happen, Frank?” Matt asked. “I know, you don’t know either. Think Karen could figure it out?”
“Have her put a timeline and a diagram up on the wall?” replied Frank. “Might work.” Matt laughed.