( oh, you know: sarah has a cat, tim has a dog, cassie has a giant pet ant. scott tries to keep his expression schooled into neutrality when he says it, lips pressed into a thin line and all, but the corners of his eyes are crinkling in a smile that's about to come. )
She, uh. She named her Rupert.
( at the next red light (that he fails to beat), he turns to matt with a grin. ) Are you seriously thinking of getting the dog because I want one?
i'm living for this cr that i had no idea i needed until now
[ of course she has a giant ant. when your father can control every ant in the world, what else do you get as a pet? matt bites his lip to keep from laughing at the thought of what show and tell must be like at cassie's school. ]
Rupert sounds like a great name for an ant.
[ it takes matt a moment to respond. is it weird that he's willing to get the dog for scott? is it too presumptive of their...whatever they have? ]
Yeah, why not? It would make them happy, it would make you happy...
HONESTLY SAME... i ended up doodling this yesterday like ??? https://images.plurk.com/l1aNA7Yz9.jpg
I just think there've got to be some rules you're breaking here for spoiling me. Like--something. Anything. ( scott's an open book--happy in his tone, happy in the way laughter lurks in the backdrop of everything he says. happy when he leans over to kiss the corner of matt's mouth in gratitude, even if it's chaste and he has no time to linger because the light's gone and changed. ) A "you aren't allowed to be so nice to me" rule, you know?
( it's only a few minutes to his apartment now, of which he's grateful. matt's become exponentially endearing in seconds, which has to be some superhuman feat. maybe the chemicals did more than enhance his senses. )
I don't know what it says about me that the idea of you getting me a dog makes me happier than the actual dog itself.
[ it has to say something about one or the other of them, that matt doesn't see where he's done anything especially nice. certainly nothing he'd consider "spoiling". but if his approach results in this kind of happiness -- and matt doesn't need his eyes to pick up on the way the emotion bubbles out of scott when he's happy -- then he'll gladly keep right on doing it. ]
That doesn't sound like any rule I've ever heard of.
[ matt can think of a lot of answers to that, but they're all likely to make scott sputter or blush. ]
I would withhold judgment on that until you actually have the dog. Aren't puppies supposed to be pretty near the top of the happy-making list?
I have never had a dog, so I can't give you any good answers. ( he clears his throat. ) But a puppy couldn't beat you.
( scott would wink if a) he knew how to wink; and b) it'd make a difference. but as it is he's sure his terrible pick up lines make enough of an impression, regardless. he shifts to first gear and lets the van roll to a stop in front of his apartment building--a perfect parking, mostly because his passenger's so sensitive to feeling--and then gets his seatbelt off. )
But sometimes you remind me of a puppy, so does that count?
[ it's on the tip of matts' tongue to say that he's never had a dog either, can't be any help there. and then scott has to keep talking and say something like that. and matt isn't usually that much of a blusher, but boy is he giving it the old college try right now.
it's good that he generally finds the cheesy pick-up lines endearing.
matt appreciates the smooth stop (scott likes to give himself a hard time, but he's thoughtful), and he's unbuckling his own seatbelt when he's offered a first-rate opportunity to hide his embarrassment under a veneer of mild indignation. ]
I remind you of a puppy? Last I checked, I was pretty well housebroken.
( scott laughs--tiny and small--and when he passes by matt he brushes his fingertips over his elbow, gives a little tap in the direction that he's going to walk. he knows matt can hear him, generally, but it doesn't change how noisy this place is. how many people there are.
that, and he sort of looks for any excuse he can to give matt little touches. it's just a nice thing to do. )
Something about the constant affection? How you lean into my hand when I-- ( oh. scott's voice drops in volume, sheepish. ) --you know, play with your... hair...
( going up the stairs, he flushes a bit. ) Or however you can say that without sounding totally embarrassing.
[ how does he say out loud that he likes to be touched, that he needs human contact that isn't born out of violence? foggy likes to tease about the supposed revolving mattress (not that matt ever got as much action as his partner believes), but foggy doesn't have to worry about forgetting what it's like to feel skin under his hands that isn't bloody and broken.
the inner examination causes his steps linger a little behind scott, who hopefully because of that doesn't catch anything in matt's expression that might hint at the turn his thoughts have taken. giving his head a shake (and then smiling a little at himself, because talk about puppy-ish), he hurries to catch up as scott reaches his door. ]
secret part of the bar exam.
[ the mouthy part, not the other. although matt does address that after a long pause. ]
everybody's touch is different. some are nicer than others. i like yours.
( sometimes scott doesn't know if he pushes too much or too little, after all.
he turns the knob to his flat, pushing the door open and gesturing for matt to walk in. scott's still on the cusp of becoming middle class, so it really isn't much, but as promised he has a new old couch. it'd taken some work to get it pretty and to not smell like it was old, but that's the case for all of his belongings--things from garage sales, secondhand shops. in any case, he's just glad matt is here today. and he's glad to help him out of his suit jacket to hang over the back of a chair.
he could ask about it, maybe. why matt stopped walking a moment back there. but he finds it more imperative to undo his necktie, to let it hang over matt's neck.
one day maybe things will be comfortable enough to talk about it. scott decides he doesn't mind, because he can wait anyway. )
So if it's nice-- ( his fingertips linger, brushing over the broad lines of matt's shoulders, then lower on his sleeved forearms. ) --you like stuff like this, too?
[ and just like that, the tension matt had built up for himself is gone. this is one of the reasons he finds himself spending more and more time with scott. this wonderful way he has of reminding matt to stop taking himself so seriously.
he's happy to let scott take away his jacket, to unknot his tie, to start stripping away the burden of being matt murdock, attorney at law. and just by scott's presence and who he is, to fend off for a little while the burden of being the devil of hell's kitchen.
matt bites at his lower lip and then smiles, standing loose and relaxed while scott's fingers smooth across the fabric of his shirt. ]
Yes. And I also like this- [ he brushes his own fingers against scott's elbow and then his hip, copying the small touches that he's always appreciated for the physical connection they offer. then, matt bends his head and presses his lips to scott's mouth -- first one corner, then the lightest touch to the crease of his upper lip, then the other corner. ] And that.
( scott's lips part immediately, soft in the wake of matt's affection, and then his hands move higher so his fingers can hold onto matt's biceps, his lips curving into a small smile as he gives a squeeze there. )
What're you tryin' to seduce me for? ( unspoken is the fact that it's already working, made even more obvious when scott forgoes their little softcore paradise to kiss matt on the mouth--fully, this time. earlier he'd had shivers, a lot of it being because matt's touch had been so gentle, his voice so smooth and low. now he shivers again, but that's because matt is so good to kiss, from the general feel of his mouth to the taste, to the way it feels when scott's tongue gets to skirt over his bottom lip and a little higher in a teasing lick.
he pulls back only a hair's breadth away, warm as he exhales over matt's lips and brushes their noses together. ) I'm already so god damn weak to you.
[ matt stays right there for a moment, nose to nose. then pulls away just long enough to get his glasses out of the way, sticking them in his shirt pocket. it's often unnerving for other people to talk to him this way, his eyes never quite making contact with anything, but scott's seen it before and has never given any indication that it bothers him.
with the sunglasses gone, he can lay his hand on scott's jaw and pull him close for another kiss. matt can hear and feel the changes his body goes through. the heightened temperature and faster heartbeat. the way his chest constricts as he thinks about scott's words. the tingling of his skin as his adrenaline rises in reaction to the way scott's mouth feels under his own. matt makes a soft sound, barely vocalized, as the world of sensation he lives in starts to blessedly narrow to just this small space. ]
( it doesn't take enhanced feeling to know what matt is going through--just the ability to feel the same way. scott smiles, sure the expression translates in how close they are, and his own hand moves to slip over matt's back and cup the back of his neck in his palm. )
I'm not that big an idiot. I know that's hard to believe, but I'm really not.
( oh, how nice it feels to kiss matt like this--slowly, leisurely. there is always time for hard and quick and needing, but he likes it this way. hell, he could kiss matt 'till his lips are sore, and that's usually how it goes. sucking on his upper lip, scott pulls away with a little hum somewhere in the back of his throat. with the hand on matt's neck playing with the baby hairs there, he pushes himself up on his toes a little to kiss matt's lashes. )
I like giving to you, Matt. I like this. And I worry sometimes, about what you do, but you always come back.
( his free hand cradles matt's jaw, thumb gently skirting his lip. )
Like how I always come back. Because, jeez, the things you give me...
( his thumb presses oh-so gently into the corner of matt's mouth. then scott kisses it, and this time he takes careful steps as he goes towards that new couch.
his logic is that he wants to get closer. and he does the moment matt is seated. )
[ matt's always had a soft spot for quiet and slow, for taking his time to indulge in all the sensations that come his way, in all the ways his partner responds. it feels good to know there's nothing urgent on the horizon, no need to just grab what they can get in the short spaces between disasters.
he lets scott walk him to the couch, sinking down onto the cushions without letting go. ]
What I do is nothing compared to the risk you take every time you use that suit of yours. [ he smiles against scott's lips, then tilts his head to press a kiss to scott's jaw while he murmurs softly. ] One of these days you're going to run off and join some team of heroes, and i'll have to let you go.
( scott's breathing loses some power; becomes weaker at the mouth on his skin. his arms had been around matt's shoulders, now they're folded so he can fumble with otherwise perfect buttons--gone is the first, so spread is matt's shirt collar. )
You say that like it's inevitable. ( and it isn't. scott's no hero, could never rise to the same magnitude of--of the avengers, of daredevil himself. all he is is a thief, and he's happy with that. he's happy with this, with his head tilting from the right kisses, his thumb stroking matt's collar and the tips of his fingers brushing the stubble on his neck. ) Matt--
( he dips his head again, intimacy written in the way he kisses matt's temple and the corner of his eye. )
Even if I had to go, ( the kiss travels, touches a cheek and lingers ) I'd always come back.
Should've been named Roach-Man. Just ( kiss--to the mouth ) won't ( to the jaw ) die. ( and then matt's throat, for good measure. )
I know you, Scott. I know what kind of man you are.
[ in matt's mind, it is inevitable. scott may say he's nothing but a thief, believe that he doesn't have the qualities it takes to be a "real" hero. but he has a good heart and the genuine desire to help, and what does matt have that makes him any better suited?
he smiles at the gentle kisses, and the assurances that come with them. as scott works at the buttons, matt's hands settle at his waist, fingers slipping under his t-shirt to caress the skin there. ] I'm not asking for any promises. [ despite that claim, however, his breath catches a little and his pulse races. if anyone in matt's life was ever capable of making good on a statement like that, it would be scott.
matt's head drops back against the couch with an open-mouthed exhalation when scott reaches his throat, and he slides his hands encouragingly up his back, pushing the shirt upward as well. ]
And here I was starting to grow fond of Bee-Man...
( scott grins--honest to god is just smiling, stupid, lips to matt's neck as he tugs his dress shirt free from matt's trousers. matt wears silk; no doubt it must feel nice on his skin. scott's own shirt is cotton, but old and worn and warm. scott doesn't need suits or echoes--just the knowledge he's doing the right thing--and that counts all the time, even when he's busy sucking a mark into skin otherwise covered by fancy collars. )
Mm--fuck, Bee-Man-- ( his kisses decorate matt's neck: a good offering if he's ever seen one. scott's mouth sucks more, lingers more, is more patient as he drags his tongue up one of the birds' angles of matt's clavicle. the momentum leads him back up, lips latching onto an earlobe and nipping with teeth, but he knows he's laughing just a little. ) Paint my throat with your honey, Daredevil.
( his hands finally get enough of matt's buttons gone and slide the sleeves over his shoulders, but scott meets matt's mouth just for the firmness of it, the confirmation, the reassurance of his tongue. and then he breaks it so he can lift his arms up, flushed already, heartbeat stuftering already.
[ matt can't possibly hold back a choked laugh at scott's honey remark, and he buries his face in the man's neck for a minute, arms wrapping around him. ] You're ridiculous. [ but it's one of matt's favorite things about him, and he kisses a line up scott's neck, still laughing. ] Amazing and ridiculous.
[ he indulges in that kiss, fingers splayed wide across scott's back, and only reluctantly lets him pull away. but now he can get rid of that shirt, which while worn into softness is currently too much in the way of what matt wants. that barrier thrown aside, he wastes no time running his hands over scott's abdomen as he leaves a line of kisses from jaw to shoulder. ]
My gut tells me that sometimes this- [ he kisses scott on the mouth again, warm and lingering ] gets a little out of control and causes you trouble. But that this- [ he stretches up to press his lips to the faint line between scott's brows ] is clever and creative and this- [ now he ducks down, encouraging scott to lean back a little in order to lick a stripe up his sternum ] is strong and brave and full of passion.
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Matt-- ( he feels like he's being spoiled again, what with matt's kisses, his kind words. scott can't lie--his breath hitches at the tongue drawn over his chest, skin warming with a wash of pink, and as he cups matt's cheeks in his hands he bends to fit their mouths together again, if only because he's always said too much or made noise too much and sometimes the result is incriminating.
even if the result is usually just matt's smile. but that's the most lethal weapon of all. )
Stop holding my heart hostage like that. ( the words are soft, muted, syllables breathless and warm as scott's fingers move up to his hair. their foreheads are touching, noses brushing, and scott pecks matt's mouth between speaking because he can't get enough of him. ) 's already yours, what more could you possibly want from me?
( except maybe he knows, and one hand curls into brown locks as he kisses matt fully, drawing the fingertips of his free hand and then his nails down when he curls those sets of fingers too. they go over matt's chest, over his stomach, and then fumble enough with the belt to make a sound. )
Something here? Maybe? ( a little lower and scott's touch is sweet as it is exploratory between matt's legs, over the front of his trousers. his heart is racing now, thrumming with life as his pulse rockets, and he has half a mind to wonder if matt can smell how much scott wants him. )
If you can't tell, ( scott sucks lightly on matt's lip, but releases it with a scrape of his teeth ) I am really... ridiculously aroused, right now, and you're a dick for instilling it.
[ matt can't quite remember when or how things with scott went from 'having a good time with a fun guy' to 'desperate not to let him go', but here he is now. and every single thing scott lang does just reinforces how lucky matt feels. how hard he's willing to work to be worth that kind of luck.
something heavy inside lifts when scott's around, and he gets more addicted to that feeling every day.
it takes time to reply, to find the right words and fit them in the slender spaces between kisses. especially when his body would just as soon shut down and let the needs of his body take over. ]
Fair exchange. Yours for mine.
[ a moan catches in his chest, his body arching toward the perfect sting of scott's nails, and there's no way scott could possibly not hear matt's heart pound. ] I can tell. [ it's not teasing so much as it's a breathless acknowledgment that yeah, he is tracking every tiny change in scent and sound. sliding his hands around from scott's hips to his ass, matt pulls him closer while he mouths and gently bites at his jaw. ]
( scott makes this half-gasp in his throat when there are hands grabbing him, drawing them flush together, and for a moment his fingers slip in matt's hair, his head tilting and a shiver running down his spine when he's bitten. it's a rush in his blood and in his head and in his heart--these little things that scott hasn't had to have in the longest time, not until this, not until matt--and he finds himself grinning despite it all, fingertips moving with reverence over the angles of matt's jaw and lower to his neck, his back. )
You should. ( the words are warm even as they're breathed into the air around them, so very soft but no doubt caught by the person they're for regardless.
scott traces the knobs of matt's spine, rubbing circles around each one as he arches for him--but it's hard not to want every little bit of affection matt drags over his skin, hard not to bend towards that, to ache for it like he's starting to ache between his thighs.
there's something powerful about being with someone you care for in a manner so intimate, and at the same time something so quietly vulnerable. but scott gives himself wholeheartedly anyway, shivers and says matt's name. )
This is--literally. ( he huffs a laugh. ) All your fault.
[ it can be easy for matt to get lost at times like this, caught up in a single sensation, like the slide of skin against skin, until he loses track of everything else. scott keeps him grounded, never letting him stay fixated on one thing for too long, pulling his attention back with touches or teasing words. ]
You know I'm a man of my word. [ matt really would like to get scott lower, wants desperately to feel his mouth and the heat of his breath. but he also wants scott stretched out on the couch, naked and panting and just reacting. in the end he's pretty sure scott will be happy to go along with whatever direction matt goes -- he isn't like elektra, there's no struggle for control, they have nothing to prove to each other. with scott, it's enthusiastic and energetic, yes, but also sweet and intimate and...
loving. it's a word matt is inclined to shy away from, but there it is. scott is sexy and fun and loving and it makes matt ache inside. ]
It's at least half your fault. [ he's breathless and very aroused and wishes he could, for just one moment, see scott's expression. instead, he reaches up to stroke the curves and planes of the other man face. ] For being you.
( scott's laughing again, as he's wont to do when he's embarrassed. 'for being him'--honestly, the things matt says sometimes, and scott mentions this as if he isn't just as bad sometimes (see: all the time). he's still smiling, ridiculous and fond, when he turns to kiss matt's palm--turns to kiss his fingers, the tips of them. ) I'm innocent. ( the words are simple and small and full of shit, just like the person who's speaking them, and that much is made obvious in the way scott's nails start to trickle down matt's skin again--this time on his back, just to raise goosebumps. )
You're the asshole who won't stop touching me. ( hypocrite, a voice in his head says, but scott's wrapping his arms around matt's neck and tugging him anyway, slipping so he's got a leg hooked around matt's waist and his back against the cushions. ) Honestly, man. Show a little restraint.
( 'self-restraint' is what he says at the same time he hooks his arms up under matt's, drawing him close so he can kiss his mouth.
they're chest to chest now--bare flesh to bare flesh. scott does his best not to grin like an idiot, but his hand does move up to stroke the hair at the back of matt's head. )
[ matt lets himself be rearranged however scott wants, happily settling his weight on top of the other man. one hand slides down scott's side, tracing the contours of muscle down to his hip and then slipping under his waistband. grinning and kissing at the same time can be a challenge, but somehow the two of them manage it (they seem to get a lot of practice). ]
Can't stop touching you. I like it too much. Maybe you shouldn't feel so nice and then I might be able to restrain myself better.
[ but since scott does feel nice and matt really isn't interested in holding back on this, he just ducks back in for another leisurely kiss. he slips one hand behind scott's head just to rest there, the other absently stroking his arm. when they break for air, matt just continues along scott's jaw, tugging a little at the rough skin with his teeth before moving on, slowly, down his throat to the juncture of shoulder and neck. ]
Ah-- ( scott's torn between pleased little sounds and laughter, his fingers lightly brushing at the hair on the back of matt's neck. this is what he meant precisely about the whole mouthy situation, but he can't say he hates it. not when his leg is tightening a little around matt's waist, and his stomach is going tight with both the happiest little emotion and that tell-tale fire of want. ) God damn it.
( his laughter is cut short by the smallest hitch in breath when matt's mouth lands on some spot in his neck, and scott's going to berate himself for it later, but his head tilts in some simple, small angle as the hand on matt's back curls its fingers in. )
I'm--uh, pretty sure I just taste like salt. Or sweat or-- ( oh, christ, scott is so happy whenever matt doesn't shave. ) --d-dirt.
( his chest rises and falls in as steady a way he can manage, but his heartbeat is alive and quick and powerful, and his blood pumps and throbs in his veins. )
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i live for soft matt jfc
( oh, you know: sarah has a cat, tim has a dog, cassie has a giant pet ant. scott tries to keep his expression schooled into neutrality when he says it, lips pressed into a thin line and all, but the corners of his eyes are crinkling in a smile that's about to come. )
She, uh. She named her Rupert.
( at the next red light (that he fails to beat), he turns to matt with a grin. ) Are you seriously thinking of getting the dog because I want one?
i'm living for this cr that i had no idea i needed until now
Rupert sounds like a great name for an ant.
[ it takes matt a moment to respond. is it weird that he's willing to get the dog for scott? is it too presumptive of their...whatever they have? ]
Yeah, why not? It would make them happy, it would make you happy...
HONESTLY SAME... i ended up doodling this yesterday like ??? https://images.plurk.com/l1aNA7Yz9.jpg
( it's only a few minutes to his apartment now, of which he's grateful. matt's become exponentially endearing in seconds, which has to be some superhuman feat. maybe the chemicals did more than enhance his senses. )
I don't know what it says about me that the idea of you getting me a dog makes me happier than the actual dog itself.
that's precious! and so is scott <3
That doesn't sound like any rule I've ever heard of.
[ matt can think of a lot of answers to that, but they're all likely to make scott sputter or blush. ]
I would withhold judgment on that until you actually have the dog. Aren't puppies supposed to be pretty near the top of the happy-making list?
matt was precious first :/
( scott would wink if a) he knew how to wink; and b) it'd make a difference. but as it is he's sure his terrible pick up lines make enough of an impression, regardless. he shifts to first gear and lets the van roll to a stop in front of his apartment building--a perfect parking, mostly because his passenger's so sensitive to feeling--and then gets his seatbelt off. )
But sometimes you remind me of a puppy, so does that count?
they can be precious together?
it's good that he generally finds the cheesy pick-up lines endearing.
matt appreciates the smooth stop (scott likes to give himself a hard time, but he's thoughtful), and he's unbuckling his own seatbelt when he's offered a first-rate opportunity to hide his embarrassment under a veneer of mild indignation. ]
I remind you of a puppy? Last I checked, I was pretty well housebroken.
that's the best answer, yes ;lskdf
that, and he sort of looks for any excuse he can to give matt little touches. it's just a nice thing to do. )
Something about the constant affection? How you lean into my hand when I-- ( oh. scott's voice drops in volume, sheepish. ) --you know, play with your... hair...
( going up the stairs, he flushes a bit. ) Or however you can say that without sounding totally embarrassing.
You're also very, very mouthy.
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the inner examination causes his steps linger a little behind scott, who hopefully because of that doesn't catch anything in matt's expression that might hint at the turn his thoughts have taken. giving his head a shake (and then smiling a little at himself, because talk about puppy-ish), he hurries to catch up as scott reaches his door. ]
secret part of the bar exam.
[ the mouthy part, not the other. although matt does address that after a long pause. ]
everybody's touch is different. some are nicer than others. i like yours.
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( sometimes scott doesn't know if he pushes too much or too little, after all.
he turns the knob to his flat, pushing the door open and gesturing for matt to walk in. scott's still on the cusp of becoming middle class, so it really isn't much, but as promised he has a new old couch. it'd taken some work to get it pretty and to not smell like it was old, but that's the case for all of his belongings--things from garage sales, secondhand shops. in any case, he's just glad matt is here today. and he's glad to help him out of his suit jacket to hang over the back of a chair.
he could ask about it, maybe. why matt stopped walking a moment back there. but he finds it more imperative to undo his necktie, to let it hang over matt's neck.
one day maybe things will be comfortable enough to talk about it. scott decides he doesn't mind, because he can wait anyway. )
So if it's nice-- ( his fingertips linger, brushing over the broad lines of matt's shoulders, then lower on his sleeved forearms. ) --you like stuff like this, too?
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he's happy to let scott take away his jacket, to unknot his tie, to start stripping away the burden of being matt murdock, attorney at law. and just by scott's presence and who he is, to fend off for a little while the burden of being the devil of hell's kitchen.
matt bites at his lower lip and then smiles, standing loose and relaxed while scott's fingers smooth across the fabric of his shirt. ]
Yes. And I also like this- [ he brushes his own fingers against scott's elbow and then his hip, copying the small touches that he's always appreciated for the physical connection they offer. then, matt bends his head and presses his lips to scott's mouth -- first one corner, then the lightest touch to the crease of his upper lip, then the other corner. ] And that.
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What're you tryin' to seduce me for? ( unspoken is the fact that it's already working, made even more obvious when scott forgoes their little softcore paradise to kiss matt on the mouth--fully, this time. earlier he'd had shivers, a lot of it being because matt's touch had been so gentle, his voice so smooth and low. now he shivers again, but that's because matt is so good to kiss, from the general feel of his mouth to the taste, to the way it feels when scott's tongue gets to skirt over his bottom lip and a little higher in a teasing lick.
he pulls back only a hair's breadth away, warm as he exhales over matt's lips and brushes their noses together. ) I'm already so god damn weak to you.
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[ matt stays right there for a moment, nose to nose. then pulls away just long enough to get his glasses out of the way, sticking them in his shirt pocket. it's often unnerving for other people to talk to him this way, his eyes never quite making contact with anything, but scott's seen it before and has never given any indication that it bothers him.
with the sunglasses gone, he can lay his hand on scott's jaw and pull him close for another kiss. matt can hear and feel the changes his body goes through. the heightened temperature and faster heartbeat. the way his chest constricts as he thinks about scott's words. the tingling of his skin as his adrenaline rises in reaction to the way scott's mouth feels under his own. matt makes a soft sound, barely vocalized, as the world of sensation he lives in starts to blessedly narrow to just this small space. ]
If you had any idea what you give me...
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( it doesn't take enhanced feeling to know what matt is going through--just the ability to feel the same way. scott smiles, sure the expression translates in how close they are, and his own hand moves to slip over matt's back and cup the back of his neck in his palm. )
I'm not that big an idiot. I know that's hard to believe, but I'm really not.
( oh, how nice it feels to kiss matt like this--slowly, leisurely. there is always time for hard and quick and needing, but he likes it this way. hell, he could kiss matt 'till his lips are sore, and that's usually how it goes. sucking on his upper lip, scott pulls away with a little hum somewhere in the back of his throat. with the hand on matt's neck playing with the baby hairs there, he pushes himself up on his toes a little to kiss matt's lashes. )
I like giving to you, Matt. I like this. And I worry sometimes, about what you do, but you always come back.
( his free hand cradles matt's jaw, thumb gently skirting his lip. )
Like how I always come back. Because, jeez, the things you give me...
( his thumb presses oh-so gently into the corner of matt's mouth. then scott kisses it, and this time he takes careful steps as he goes towards that new couch.
his logic is that he wants to get closer. and he does the moment matt is seated. )
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he lets scott walk him to the couch, sinking down onto the cushions without letting go. ]
What I do is nothing compared to the risk you take every time you use that suit of yours. [ he smiles against scott's lips, then tilts his head to press a kiss to scott's jaw while he murmurs softly. ] One of these days you're going to run off and join some team of heroes, and i'll have to let you go.
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You say that like it's inevitable. ( and it isn't. scott's no hero, could never rise to the same magnitude of--of the avengers, of daredevil himself. all he is is a thief, and he's happy with that. he's happy with this, with his head tilting from the right kisses, his thumb stroking matt's collar and the tips of his fingers brushing the stubble on his neck. ) Matt--
( he dips his head again, intimacy written in the way he kisses matt's temple and the corner of his eye. )
Even if I had to go, ( the kiss travels, touches a cheek and lingers ) I'd always come back.
Should've been named Roach-Man. Just ( kiss--to the mouth ) won't ( to the jaw ) die. ( and then matt's throat, for good measure. )
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[ in matt's mind, it is inevitable. scott may say he's nothing but a thief, believe that he doesn't have the qualities it takes to be a "real" hero. but he has a good heart and the genuine desire to help, and what does matt have that makes him any better suited?
he smiles at the gentle kisses, and the assurances that come with them. as scott works at the buttons, matt's hands settle at his waist, fingers slipping under his t-shirt to caress the skin there. ] I'm not asking for any promises. [ despite that claim, however, his breath catches a little and his pulse races. if anyone in matt's life was ever capable of making good on a statement like that, it would be scott.
matt's head drops back against the couch with an open-mouthed exhalation when scott reaches his throat, and he slides his hands encouragingly up his back, pushing the shirt upward as well. ]
And here I was starting to grow fond of Bee-Man...
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Mm--fuck, Bee-Man-- ( his kisses decorate matt's neck: a good offering if he's ever seen one. scott's mouth sucks more, lingers more, is more patient as he drags his tongue up one of the birds' angles of matt's clavicle. the momentum leads him back up, lips latching onto an earlobe and nipping with teeth, but he knows he's laughing just a little. ) Paint my throat with your honey, Daredevil.
( his hands finally get enough of matt's buttons gone and slide the sleeves over his shoulders, but scott meets matt's mouth just for the firmness of it, the confirmation, the reassurance of his tongue. and then he breaks it so he can lift his arms up, flushed already, heartbeat stuftering already.
scott wants him so badly. )
What's your gut tell you about guys like me?
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[ he indulges in that kiss, fingers splayed wide across scott's back, and only reluctantly lets him pull away. but now he can get rid of that shirt, which while worn into softness is currently too much in the way of what matt wants. that barrier thrown aside, he wastes no time running his hands over scott's abdomen as he leaves a line of kisses from jaw to shoulder. ]
My gut tells me that sometimes this- [ he kisses scott on the mouth again, warm and lingering ] gets a little out of control and causes you trouble. But that this- [ he stretches up to press his lips to the faint line between scott's brows ] is clever and creative and this- [ now he ducks down, encouraging scott to lean back a little in order to lick a stripe up his sternum ] is strong and brave and full of passion.
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even if the result is usually just matt's smile. but that's the most lethal weapon of all. )
Stop holding my heart hostage like that. ( the words are soft, muted, syllables breathless and warm as scott's fingers move up to his hair. their foreheads are touching, noses brushing, and scott pecks matt's mouth between speaking because he can't get enough of him. ) 's already yours, what more could you possibly want from me?
( except maybe he knows, and one hand curls into brown locks as he kisses matt fully, drawing the fingertips of his free hand and then his nails down when he curls those sets of fingers too. they go over matt's chest, over his stomach, and then fumble enough with the belt to make a sound. )
Something here? Maybe? ( a little lower and scott's touch is sweet as it is exploratory between matt's legs, over the front of his trousers. his heart is racing now, thrumming with life as his pulse rockets, and he has half a mind to wonder if matt can smell how much scott wants him. )
If you can't tell, ( scott sucks lightly on matt's lip, but releases it with a scrape of his teeth ) I am really... ridiculously aroused, right now, and you're a dick for instilling it.
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something heavy inside lifts when scott's around, and he gets more addicted to that feeling every day.
it takes time to reply, to find the right words and fit them in the slender spaces between kisses. especially when his body would just as soon shut down and let the needs of his body take over. ]
Fair exchange. Yours for mine.
[ a moan catches in his chest, his body arching toward the perfect sting of scott's nails, and there's no way scott could possibly not hear matt's heart pound. ] I can tell. [ it's not teasing so much as it's a breathless acknowledgment that yeah, he is tracking every tiny change in scent and sound. sliding his hands around from scott's hips to his ass, matt pulls him closer while he mouths and gently bites at his jaw. ]
God. I can take care of that problem.
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You should. ( the words are warm even as they're breathed into the air around them, so very soft but no doubt caught by the person they're for regardless.
scott traces the knobs of matt's spine, rubbing circles around each one as he arches for him--but it's hard not to want every little bit of affection matt drags over his skin, hard not to bend towards that, to ache for it like he's starting to ache between his thighs.
there's something powerful about being with someone you care for in a manner so intimate, and at the same time something so quietly vulnerable. but scott gives himself wholeheartedly anyway, shivers and says matt's name. )
This is--literally. ( he huffs a laugh. ) All your fault.
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You know I'm a man of my word. [ matt really would like to get scott lower, wants desperately to feel his mouth and the heat of his breath. but he also wants scott stretched out on the couch, naked and panting and just reacting. in the end he's pretty sure scott will be happy to go along with whatever direction matt goes -- he isn't like elektra, there's no struggle for control, they have nothing to prove to each other. with scott, it's enthusiastic and energetic, yes, but also sweet and intimate and...
loving. it's a word matt is inclined to shy away from, but there it is. scott is sexy and fun and loving and it makes matt ache inside. ]
It's at least half your fault. [ he's breathless and very aroused and wishes he could, for just one moment, see scott's expression. instead, he reaches up to stroke the curves and planes of the other man face. ] For being you.
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You're the asshole who won't stop touching me. ( hypocrite, a voice in his head says, but scott's wrapping his arms around matt's neck and tugging him anyway, slipping so he's got a leg hooked around matt's waist and his back against the cushions. ) Honestly, man. Show a little restraint.
( 'self-restraint' is what he says at the same time he hooks his arms up under matt's, drawing him close so he can kiss his mouth.
they're chest to chest now--bare flesh to bare flesh. scott does his best not to grin like an idiot, but his hand does move up to stroke the hair at the back of matt's head. )
Unbelievable.
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Can't stop touching you. I like it too much. Maybe you shouldn't feel so nice and then I might be able to restrain myself better.
[ but since scott does feel nice and matt really isn't interested in holding back on this, he just ducks back in for another leisurely kiss. he slips one hand behind scott's head just to rest there, the other absently stroking his arm. when they break for air, matt just continues along scott's jaw, tugging a little at the rough skin with his teeth before moving on, slowly, down his throat to the juncture of shoulder and neck. ]
Like the way you taste, too.
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( his laughter is cut short by the smallest hitch in breath when matt's mouth lands on some spot in his neck, and scott's going to berate himself for it later, but his head tilts in some simple, small angle as the hand on matt's back curls its fingers in. )
I'm--uh, pretty sure I just taste like salt. Or sweat or-- ( oh, christ, scott is so happy whenever matt doesn't shave. ) --d-dirt.
( his chest rises and falls in as steady a way he can manage, but his heartbeat is alive and quick and powerful, and his blood pumps and throbs in his veins. )
Mm, you feel nicer than me...
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scott why do you do these things to him