( scott pitches his voice a little lower, makes it a bit more gruff. he adds a good touch of false british accent (that fails remarkably, if anyone's wondering), and then-- ) This dirty-looking young man? Character witness? ( --embarrasses himself, as is usually the case. )
Why, Mr. Murdock, I've never seen a bigger living contradiction! ( maybe that's a bit too snooty? scott doesn't know. last time he was in a courtroom he nearly fell asleep and then promptly got arrested. ) He hasn't shaven, that shirt's all but falling apart, he seems not to know how to use a comb--
( and then, his head turning for a split-second as he drives, he interrupts himself sans accent with an, ) Old balding judge has got a point, Matt.
[ matt has to employ his very best courtroom manners to keep from laughing, schooling his expression into one of earnest competence. out of subconscious habit, his hands fold over the top of his cane. ]
One of the advantages, your honor, of being blind is that it's impossible to judge a man by his appearance. I therefore would like direct your attention to what's on the inside. I think you'll find that Mr. Lang is a man of intelligence, compassion, and integrity and who, despite certain prior actions that might suggest otherwise, happens to be one of the most truthworthy people I know. All qualities that make him an excellent character witness.
[ that...might have revealed a little more than matt originally intended. he clears his throat and bows his head a bit sheepishly. ]
( scott's heart actually starts to race like the sappy pre-teen he is. his eyes are a little wider, his grip on the wheel tightens a bit, and for all his talk about kissing and things with mouths and all the other racy, physical parts of whatever he has with matt--jesus, he thinks he's more flustered now than he's ever been in his life. )
... 'rests' my ass. ( he's not as good at the whole keeping up appearances thing, and scott knows he can't even lie about it, so why bother? ) You're not allowed to rest after saying something like that.
( ahahaha, shit. he's blushing. ) The defence can be grateful the witness is driving because the witness wants to assault his stupid mouth.
[ that uptick in scott's pulse is clear as a bell to matt, and matt tilts his head back against seat and closes his eyes behind the sunglasses, focusing on the sounds within the van and tuning out everything else. he's still a little bit embarrassed himself, but just maybe the tiniest bit of smugness has crept into the corner of his smile. ]
The defence offers into evidence the fact that if the witness drove a little faster, he might find himself granted permission to do whatever he wants to the defense.
Oh God. ( so scott steps on it a little harder and tries not to make it too obvious he's trying to beat all the red lights he finds. matt can't see the lights, sure, but scott's so easy to read his body language says enough of what he's trying to do. ) I'm never going to be able to watch courtroom dramas now that I know how cute you sound when you call yourself "the defence".
( wistfully, he sighs, ) I had dreams of binge-watching Law and Order before I met you.
Remind me never to invite you to sit in on a trial.
[ since that was the desired result, matt isn't complaining about the increased effort at a speedy arrival. he can't exactly pretend to be unaffected by scott's responses, either. only one of them might be able to read a heartbeat from a distance, but it's hard to be subtle about the way matt shifts in his seat. ]
Could always watch it together, and I can tell you all the things they're doing wrong. [ doesn't that sound like fun? ]
Hell yeah. ( scott almost laughs, but holds himself back in the interest of taking on a false, suave tone when he continues. ) I love when you stress your dominance over fictional courtroom procedures, Matt. So hot, really.
( poor humour is always a good barrier against the stupid feelings of attraction scott has, except he thinks maybe it cancels itself out when he ends up calling the guy at his side 'hot', anyway.
shit. he clears his throat. ) But! Uh, lots of new clients today? Heh. ( poor save, buddy. especially since scott drives just a hair's breadth away from hitting the speed limit. )
I'm still trying to finish the fruit basket from the last time you guys couldn't bring all the stuff you got home, you know.
[ matt gives a soft laugh, mentally filing away the idea of trolling scott a little by sometime putting on a law & order episode for "background music". ]
Just the one today. We did get an interesting assortment of payments from a couple of clients with closed cases, though. Had to turn down the offer of a puppy from a very nice family whose pet dog is about to have a litter.
I want a dog, Matt. ( except scott knows he can't actually have a dog. besides building regulations, he already has billions of ants to take care of. but he'll still say things like this because matt's clients are generous and a little bit insane, and it seems fitting for the kind of lawyer matt happens to be. ) How could you say no to that!
[ scott's reaction doesn't surprise matt at all. in fact, the moment he opened his mouth about the puppy, he had the sudden feeling that maybe he'd dismissed that particular payment option a little too quickly.
he has no idea what the building restrictions are for scott's place. (although there's always the possibility of getting them changed. isn't that what lawyer friends are for?) but he's a little worried surprised that he's honestly considering contacting that client again. ]
To be honest, it seemed like a lot of responsibility. And I didn't want to play on your soft-heartedness to saddle you with it.
[ after a brief pause he decides what the hell. ] How's your daughter's pet situation?
( 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. )
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Why, Mr. Murdock, I've never seen a bigger living contradiction! ( maybe that's a bit too snooty? scott doesn't know. last time he was in a courtroom he nearly fell asleep and then promptly got arrested. ) He hasn't shaven, that shirt's all but falling apart, he seems not to know how to use a comb--
( and then, his head turning for a split-second as he drives, he interrupts himself sans accent with an, ) Old balding judge has got a point, Matt.
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One of the advantages, your honor, of being blind is that it's impossible to judge a man by his appearance. I therefore would like direct your attention to what's on the inside. I think you'll find that Mr. Lang is a man of intelligence, compassion, and integrity and who, despite certain prior actions that might suggest otherwise, happens to be one of the most truthworthy people I know. All qualities that make him an excellent character witness.
[ that...might have revealed a little more than matt originally intended. he clears his throat and bows his head a bit sheepishly. ]
Defense rests.
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... 'rests' my ass. ( he's not as good at the whole keeping up appearances thing, and scott knows he can't even lie about it, so why bother? ) You're not allowed to rest after saying something like that.
( ahahaha, shit. he's blushing. ) The defence can be grateful the witness is driving because the witness wants to assault his stupid mouth.
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The defence offers into evidence the fact that if the witness drove a little faster, he might find himself granted permission to do whatever he wants to the defense.
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( wistfully, he sighs, ) I had dreams of binge-watching Law and Order before I met you.
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[ since that was the desired result, matt isn't complaining about the increased effort at a speedy arrival. he can't exactly pretend to be unaffected by scott's responses, either. only one of them might be able to read a heartbeat from a distance, but it's hard to be subtle about the way matt shifts in his seat. ]
Could always watch it together, and I can tell you all the things they're doing wrong. [ doesn't that sound like fun? ]
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( poor humour is always a good barrier against the stupid feelings of attraction scott has, except he thinks maybe it cancels itself out when he ends up calling the guy at his side 'hot', anyway.
shit. he clears his throat. ) But! Uh, lots of new clients today? Heh. ( poor save, buddy. especially since scott drives just a hair's breadth away from hitting the speed limit. )
I'm still trying to finish the fruit basket from the last time you guys couldn't bring all the stuff you got home, you know.
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Just the one today. We did get an interesting assortment of payments from a couple of clients with closed cases, though. Had to turn down the offer of a puppy from a very nice family whose pet dog is about to have a litter.
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I want a dog, Matt. ( except scott knows he can't actually have a dog. besides building regulations, he already has billions of ants to take care of. but he'll still say things like this because matt's clients are generous and a little bit insane, and it seems fitting for the kind of lawyer matt happens to be. ) How could you say no to that!
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he has no idea what the building restrictions are for scott's place. (although there's always the possibility of getting them changed. isn't that what lawyer friends are for?) but he's a little
worriedsurprised that he's honestly considering contacting that client again. ]To be honest, it seemed like a lot of responsibility. And I didn't want to play on your soft-heartedness to saddle you with it.
[ after a brief pause he decides what the hell. ] How's your daughter's pet situation?
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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scott why do you do these things to him