[Dex had left marks on his skin that wouldn't fade but that just didn't happen to be one of them. The serious scars, the one that criss-crossed his body, weren't anything from Dex at all and had come long before he had crashed violently into Matt Murdock's life. That had been a less complicated enemy to have; it hadn't ever devolved into whatever this had become. Something strange and a siren song of all of Matt's bad choices. At least with Dex, he felt something again. Even if it was some new measure of self loathing combined with the ease of vigorous sex and kisses that bit down instead of sought sweetness.]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[He tilted his head to capture Dex's mouth in a bruising kiss in kind. Another of those times that he could feel instead of carry old numbness]
[Dex is distracted from thinking up a reply by Matt's mouth crashing into his own again. He reciprocates as well, biting at Matt's lips as he tastes him. There is nothing remotely sweet or soft about what they do. But it's enough. At least for right now, letting Dex make a bad decision that didn't totally blow up the remnants of whatever remained of his life.
One hand moves to Matt's pants, undoing the button and zipper there before he sticks his hand in, taking Matt's dick in his hand and starting to stroke him. Dex's talents with being good with his hands didn't extend just to throwing things.]
[It's probably better that conversation between them stops, such as it is. They never really seem to get anywhere when they talk anyway and he'd rather that Dex bite his lip and make it hurt instead of trying to have some kind of talk. He doesn't want this to be gentle or romantic and he never has, and never will. Being here at all with Dex is often as much about self flagellation as it is anything else. A way of burning himself with the worst of his choices and his mistakes and it doesn't seem like Dex is ever bothered by his motivations so he won't be either.
Dex is forward and Matt doesn't mind. He tangles his fingers in Dex's hair and uses the angle and his own strength to push him backwards until his back hits against a wall. Distracting as those talented fingers are, he's not looking for foreplay.]
[Dex feels a sharp twinge in his back for a moment when he ends up smacking against the wall. Matt's strong even when he's not trying to punch Dex in the face and that's actually kind of a turn on for him. If they end up leaving a few dents in the wall during this whole match, that's all the better for him.
He arches his head back a little bit when Matt's fingers dig into his hair with a small grunt of pleasure, reminiscent of when Matt had done the same thing when Dex had asked him to come see him in prison. Even then, Dex had wanted this exact situation to happen, turned on by the fearless nature the lawyer had in the face of someone who was a natural-born killer.
He quickly slides his own pants and underwear off. If Matt wants to get to the main event that badly, so much the better.]
[Matt figures that Dex can take a little bit of a love-tap against the wall when they collide against it. He has a perfect understanding of where everything is in the room so it was a good enough space to be shoved against without anything to dig into his spine. There doesn't ever seem like there would be the possibility for anything slow, sweet or gentle with them and he will never seek it out. Not with Dex. He wants it to hurt. Needs it to. If he wanted to feel anything other than the sizzle of of his nerves, it'd be someone else that he'd be kissing recklessly in his apartment.
He tugs at Dex's hair again, enough to sting and so he can smell the salt of watered eyes, and then he lets go long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes. There's a bruise on his hip that he wears that mingles scars but he knows Dex well enough to know it won't be a turn-off. He pushes Dex back against the wall again when there is nothing between them and kisses sharply, harshly.]
[There's a pained hiss from Dex as Matt tugs on his hair again. He enjoys being hurt in this very particular way, letting it block out everything else inside of him that's always in turmoil. One of his hands is gripping Matt's right arm, nails digging there into the skin. When Matt breaks off the kiss again, Dex smiles, though it's more of a show of bared teeth than anything else.]
You can certainly try.
[And will probably succeed. Dex certainly doesn't have willpower that strong in the heat of the moment.
He cranes his head to the side and bites down on Matt's shoulder hard. He's determined to leave more than a few marks on Matt so that he'll be reminded of him for days afterwards. He wants to be in the man's thoughts as much as he possibly can be.]
[Matt hisses through the sharp immediate pain of the bite on his shoulder that will leave a bruise that he might not be able to see but he'll sure as hell feel when he moves his arm. He knows that's the point. He shoves Dex back, using more force than he would ever dare with anyone else to push him back again. His fingers dig into Dex's hips, hard enough so that there will be little crescents of his fingernails left in the wake. He leans in and brushes his lips against Dex's, soft and almost sweet except for what it is and what it means. A teasing. A push and pull.]
[Dex can feel those fingers that had been curled into a fist and socking him on the jaw so many times before this digging into his hips now. There's a shuddering breath from him at feeling Matt's lips on his and he licks them for a moment, eyes roving over Matt's body and then looking into that unfocused gaze. He fights against his feelings for a moment before speaking, his voice rough with lust.]
I want you to fuck me. To make me forget about everything else but you.
[Matt's hands learned Dex by fists and violence long before they fell into this and maybe it has made him a better, more effective lover. A strange thing to consider while they're kissing and the touch is a push and pull of lust.]
I'm not convinced that you need me to forget everything.
[It's not a no. Just an observation. Dex doesn't carry things the way Matt does. All the same, he pulls them back from the wall and toward the bed and expensive silk sheets]
[Still, Dex allows himself to be pulled toward that rather comfortable bed with its soft sheets. When he feels the edges of the bed up against his legs, he leans back onto it with a hand curled around Matt's neck to pull him towards Dex's body.
He pushes himself up, kissing Matt with that harsh, nearly desperate air that he knows is what the other man wants out of him. This made him feel alive in a way that nothing else did.]
[Dex doesn't carry tragedy and remorse the way that Matt does. Or the same kind of self loathing, for that matter. He's not sure what he gets from this since it's not the same as what Matt receives when fingers tug at hair and skin and leave bruising in their wake. He kisses Dex fiercely once they're down on the mattress and rolls them with the a fighter's ease so Dex is below him and Matt has control. That's what Dex seems to want, isn't it? So fuck it, he'll lose the last of his self respect all over again and give it to him.]
[What is Dex getting out of this? Even he’s not entirely sure. But he does know that he’s always desperate in his life to have connections he’s never quite sure how to form. But what he does know is that Matt is willing to let him stick around, even if it’s just because the sex is good. That’s more than anyone else around him is willing to do and so Dex keeps coming back like some sad, stray, and murder-inclined puppy.
He struggles a little when Matt pins him so easily but there’s no way he’s going to be able to escape that grasp. Eventually, he surrenders control to let Matt do what he wants. As for Dex, he digs in hard with his nails and bites at Matt’s skin with his teeth, wanting to leave his mark on the vigilante and give him something to remember him by.]
[He's not holding Dex so hard or so squarely that he wouldn't be able to end this if he chose to, but he has a feeling that it's the chance at surrender that Dex seems to want. Matt can give him that. He knows what Dex is doing with the bite and he draws his neck back, denying him that after he's already left a mark so he can't darken it further. If he wants to play games? They can play.
Matt lets go long enough to reach for Dex's hips, digging his fingers in.]
Tell me exactly what you want.
[He knows. He just wants to hear it again. Maybe something a little closer to begging]
[There's a certain sense of giving up control here that Dex both wants and yet pushes against, unused to it as he is. But he knows that Matt can give it to him in a way no one else can. There's a low hiss through his teeth as Matt pulls his neck away and his fingers dig into his hips. He rolls them upwards a little, pausing for a long moment before answering.]
[Matt is typically more at home with an easy surrender himself in moments like these but right now, he wants to take that from Dex instead. He smirks at the answer and the way that he hears the utter need in the other man's voice. He presses his hands to his hips again to guide him onto his hands and knees. Foreplay is out the window and he thinks they both know that.]
[He hisses, shaking his head in a stubborn manner as he gets on his hands and knees. But he will if that's what Matt really wants because he's not here to feel good about himself. He wants Matt to hate him, to really feel that.]
[The righteous indignation from Dex just makes him smirk as he leans forward to say it clearly in Dex's ear.]
Yeah, you will. Just wait.
[To punctuate the statement all the more, he digs his fingers into Dex's hips, hard enough to leave crescent moons of his nails. Then he presses his hand to the small of Dex's back to force his body forward and down. He's not a complete asshole so he does go for the nightstand to grab lube. But knowing now what Dex wants, everything is going to be a slow tease. He's not interested in giving in. Not yet.]
[There's a sound that's a combination of a moan and groan as he feels Matt's fingers dig into his hips.]
Enngh--
[He resists, still stubborn, as Matt forces his body downwards. He glances when he feels his step away for a moment and head to get something. It makes Dex feel twitchy, this anticipation without the actual sense of being fulfilled, a need that hasn't yet been met.]
Any day now.
[He says testily before realizing that's probably the wrong thing to say, that it will only make Matt draw things out between them longer.]
[There could not have been a worse thing for Dex to say. Not that he needs the verbal confirmation about just how much he's getting to the other man; he can feel it in tightening muscles and the way that his heartbeat increases and breath catches when Matt does just the right things.
That was foolish and Matt lets him know with only the slowest teasing of his fingers that will do little to fulfill that needy ache that Dex seems to be desperate to fill. Digits push in and out but it's at a glacial pace and even if Dex can't see him, he can probably hear the smile in Matt's voice.]
[His breathing becomes more erratic and torn up, ragged as his body yearns for what he knows only Matt can give. The fingers of his hands tighten up as his fingernails dig into the materials beneath them.]
......
[Dex remains stubbornly silent, fuming over how Matt is teasing this out, yet knowing that this is exactly what he came here for. If this wasn't what he wanted, he would have never asked Matt if he could have come over to begin with.]
[Dex's stubbornness is predictable, of course. He knows exactly what kind of man he's dealing with here and that means that he just has to make it more difficult for him. Teasing fingers continue while Matt's other hand snakes around Dex's hip to tease his cock with a deft, soft touch. Not enough to get him anywhere close to where he wants to be; all the more teasing, just to push him to the edge of desperation.]
[Matt knows exactly what he's doing to Dex and it's driving him crazy. He bites down on his lower lip as he feels Matt teasing his cock without actually giving him what he wants. His whole body is tense with the sensation of being pushed closer and closer to the edge without any actual relief.]
......Please.
[He finally gasps out, hating himself for giving in and pleading while also knowing at the same time he can't stand much more of the slow torture that Matt is putting him through.]
[He's smug when he says it, because he feels that he has earned the right to be. And for about five seconds, he doesn't change his touch or pace just to give Dex one more taste of what it's like to be teased before he lets go, pulls back enough to press his hands tightly on Dex's hips hard enough to leave crescent nail marks on his skin before pushing roughly inside. Just how he knows Dex wants it. The pace changes in a heartbeat. Slow teasing is discarded for hard and fast, the slapping of skin on skin and a pounding roughness.]
[For a moment, Dex is pissed Matt made him beg and yet still doesn't seem to be feeling charitable enough to get him off. Then he finally feels Matt enter inside of him. His breath grows short and ragged almost immediately as the sensation of Matt fucking him grows hard and rough.]
Took you....fucking long enough....
[He growls out in-between his panting, turning his head just a little so he can see Matt more clearly.]
[The question comes between ragged gasps as he moves fast and roughly because that's what was demanded of him. Never let it be said that Matt Murdock doesn't deliver when it counts. He lets go of Dex's hips for a moment long enough to push Dex's shoulder down to push his face to the mattress. It leaves Matt in complete control of every movement with Dex prone and left to Matt's own whims.]
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[Dex had left marks on his skin that wouldn't fade but that just didn't happen to be one of them. The serious scars, the one that criss-crossed his body, weren't anything from Dex at all and had come long before he had crashed violently into Matt Murdock's life. That had been a less complicated enemy to have; it hadn't ever devolved into whatever this had become. Something strange and a siren song of all of Matt's bad choices. At least with Dex, he felt something again. Even if it was some new measure of self loathing combined with the ease of vigorous sex and kisses that bit down instead of sought sweetness.]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[He tilted his head to capture Dex's mouth in a bruising kiss in kind. Another of those times that he could feel instead of carry old numbness]
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One hand moves to Matt's pants, undoing the button and zipper there before he sticks his hand in, taking Matt's dick in his hand and starting to stroke him. Dex's talents with being good with his hands didn't extend just to throwing things.]
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Dex is forward and Matt doesn't mind. He tangles his fingers in Dex's hair and uses the angle and his own strength to push him backwards until his back hits against a wall. Distracting as those talented fingers are, he's not looking for foreplay.]
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He arches his head back a little bit when Matt's fingers dig into his hair with a small grunt of pleasure, reminiscent of when Matt had done the same thing when Dex had asked him to come see him in prison. Even then, Dex had wanted this exact situation to happen, turned on by the fearless nature the lawyer had in the face of someone who was a natural-born killer.
He quickly slides his own pants and underwear off. If Matt wants to get to the main event that badly, so much the better.]
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He tugs at Dex's hair again, enough to sting and so he can smell the salt of watered eyes, and then he lets go long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes. There's a bruise on his hip that he wears that mingles scars but he knows Dex well enough to know it won't be a turn-off. He pushes Dex back against the wall again when there is nothing between them and kisses sharply, harshly.]
I should make you beg to fuck me.
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You can certainly try.
[And will probably succeed. Dex certainly doesn't have willpower that strong in the heat of the moment.
He cranes his head to the side and bites down on Matt's shoulder hard. He's determined to leave more than a few marks on Matt so that he'll be reminded of him for days afterwards. He wants to be in the man's thoughts as much as he possibly can be.]
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Tell me what you want, Dex.
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I want you to fuck me. To make me forget about everything else but you.
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I'm not convinced that you need me to forget everything.
[It's not a no. Just an observation. Dex doesn't carry things the way Matt does. All the same, he pulls them back from the wall and toward the bed and expensive silk sheets]
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[Still, Dex allows himself to be pulled toward that rather comfortable bed with its soft sheets. When he feels the edges of the bed up against his legs, he leans back onto it with a hand curled around Matt's neck to pull him towards Dex's body.
He pushes himself up, kissing Matt with that harsh, nearly desperate air that he knows is what the other man wants out of him. This made him feel alive in a way that nothing else did.]
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He struggles a little when Matt pins him so easily but there’s no way he’s going to be able to escape that grasp. Eventually, he surrenders control to let Matt do what he wants. As for Dex, he digs in hard with his nails and bites at Matt’s skin with his teeth, wanting to leave his mark on the vigilante and give him something to remember him by.]
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Matt lets go long enough to reach for Dex's hips, digging his fingers in.]
Tell me exactly what you want.
[He knows. He just wants to hear it again. Maybe something a little closer to begging]
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Fuck me hard.
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Should make you beg for it.
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[He hisses, shaking his head in a stubborn manner as he gets on his hands and knees. But he will if that's what Matt really wants because he's not here to feel good about himself. He wants Matt to hate him, to really feel that.]
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Yeah, you will. Just wait.
[To punctuate the statement all the more, he digs his fingers into Dex's hips, hard enough to leave crescent moons of his nails. Then he presses his hand to the small of Dex's back to force his body forward and down. He's not a complete asshole so he does go for the nightstand to grab lube. But knowing now what Dex wants, everything is going to be a slow tease. He's not interested in giving in. Not yet.]
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Enngh--
[He resists, still stubborn, as Matt forces his body downwards. He glances when he feels his step away for a moment and head to get something. It makes Dex feel twitchy, this anticipation without the actual sense of being fulfilled, a need that hasn't yet been met.]
Any day now.
[He says testily before realizing that's probably the wrong thing to say, that it will only make Matt draw things out between them longer.]
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That was foolish and Matt lets him know with only the slowest teasing of his fingers that will do little to fulfill that needy ache that Dex seems to be desperate to fill. Digits push in and out but it's at a glacial pace and even if Dex can't see him, he can probably hear the smile in Matt's voice.]
Anything you'd like to say?
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......
[Dex remains stubbornly silent, fuming over how Matt is teasing this out, yet knowing that this is exactly what he came here for. If this wasn't what he wanted, he would have never asked Matt if he could have come over to begin with.]
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How about now?
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......Please.
[He finally gasps out, hating himself for giving in and pleading while also knowing at the same time he can't stand much more of the slow torture that Matt is putting him through.]
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[He's smug when he says it, because he feels that he has earned the right to be. And for about five seconds, he doesn't change his touch or pace just to give Dex one more taste of what it's like to be teased before he lets go, pulls back enough to press his hands tightly on Dex's hips hard enough to leave crescent nail marks on his skin before pushing roughly inside. Just how he knows Dex wants it. The pace changes in a heartbeat. Slow teasing is discarded for hard and fast, the slapping of skin on skin and a pounding roughness.]
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Took you....fucking long enough....
[He growls out in-between his panting, turning his head just a little so he can see Matt more clearly.]
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[The question comes between ragged gasps as he moves fast and roughly because that's what was demanded of him. Never let it be said that Matt Murdock doesn't deliver when it counts. He lets go of Dex's hips for a moment long enough to push Dex's shoulder down to push his face to the mattress. It leaves Matt in complete control of every movement with Dex prone and left to Matt's own whims.]
If you're gonna complain, maybe I should stop?
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