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Everyone knew what a flirt Matt Murdock could be. Ready to wrap anyone and everyone around his finger with his words alone. He didn’t even need to raise a finger, simply opening his mouth and before you knew it, you were in his bed.
Being a lawyer gifted you that, Peter supposes.
He’s not really good at English.
Talking and communicating are a menace.
His looks were a bonus. The bastard himself knew it as well, and he definitely enjoyed playing oblivious.
While Daredevil went out to make bad guys piss their pants, at the mere whisper of his name, Matt Murdock found himself surrounded by people swooning over him.
Peter Parker was no exception.
Ironically, Spider-Man was known to make witty comments, enough to have criminals throw themselves in jail just to get away from him. Spider-Man knew how to flirt with bad guys, he could flirt and quip all day.
Peter Parker, though?
Around his friends, sure. He can play around. He’s done it, ask any of his friends and they’ll begrudgingly tell you about it.
Like, you’d have to free your schedule for the entire day to hear from point A till point Z. Yes, it’s that bad.
Matt Murdock? His crush? His lover?
Yeah, they’re dating. They’re a thing. They sealed the deal. Wait— Isn’t that for marriage?
Peter himself can’t believe it, sometimes. How he was fortunate enough to have Matthew Michael Murdock in his life. Blame the hereditary Parker Luck for turning him into such a pessimist.
The Spider can only shy away and stutter out lame responses, that has the Devil smirking amusedly.
But that’s going to change, starting today. He’s going to play Matt’s little game. He can flirt back —he’s done it with others— he can have confidence to a certain extent.
That’s what he tells himself, at least.
He’s definitely got this.
Mhm.
Totally.
———————
It takes approximately two full minutes, before Felicia finally stops laughing. By now, his face is full blown red, as it’s buried in his hands. He’s really starting to regret asking her for some seduction advice.
But who else knows this better than the Black Cat?
“Webs. Webs. Webs~ I’ve seen you before. You definitely know how to bring someone home with you.” She hums, taking a sip of her drink.
Peter groans, absolutely frustrated, as he shakes his head.
“But— This. This is different!” He waves his hands around, huffing when Felicia simply raises a perfectly plucked brow.
“How? I mean, I get it. Matthew Murdock, hot lawyer who has a reputation in bed, confirmed by almost everyone in New York. But he’s also…” She leans in, eyeing him with playful eyes. “Peter Parker’s boyfriend.” She pokes his chest with her sharp nail, as she rests her chin on her other hand.
“I don’t know, man! I just… Every time he’s around… I just can’t seem to…” He sighs, words dying on his tongue.
He whines, when Felicia jokingly flicks his forehead.
“Hearing you get all mushy makes me sick. I admit, Murdock is a sight to behold, but so are you~” She winks at him, lips pursing into a charming grin.
He makes a face that has her rolling her eyes.
“Honestly, if the Devil hadn’t claimed you—“ Peter’s face goes redder. “I would’ve had my claws all over you.”
Peter chooses to ignore that comment.
“We haven’t really had time to meet up and I want to… I don’t know, surprise him?”
“You know, people would think of other ways to surprise someone. Like a dinner date, maybe some chocolate—“
“You’re the last person I want to hear that coming from.” He takes a sip of Felicia’s drink, immediately sticking out his tongue at the strong taste of bitter coffee.
“How do people even drink this stuff?” His nose scrunches up in disgust.
“Not everyone has such a fine palette like yours, Webs.” She swirls her hair around her finger, taking her own sip.
Peter merely grumbles, not feeling any better. He flops his head on their table, feeling dejected. Felicia takes another loud sip, before sighing.
“Alright, alright, if you really want to surprise him or whatever, there are a few things you could try…” She begins.
———————
It’s been a day, since his talk with Black Cat. Their conversation continues to play in his mind, as he contemplates her suggestions.
It’s embarrassing enough to seek help from someone like Felicia Hardy, and she sure as hell asserted that he wouldn’t forget the feeling.
Honestly, he’s ninety-nine percent certain, that half of these suggestions come from cliché romance films that probably aren’t as steamy —her word, not his— as they make it seem.
But he can’t seem to reject the thought completely.
Okay, so maybe he’s a little desperate.
He downs the rest of his grape juice, fingers agitatedly tapping the side of his cup. He bites the inner part of his cheek, as he imagines the possibilities.
He could ask Matt on a date to catch up, since they haven’t seen each other in a while. They could go the classic dinner date —like normal people, even though they’re anything but— have a nice long walk, maybe sit on a bench at the park near Peter’s place.
A simplistic, but perfect date that has Peter giggling like a teenager.
Having both grown up poor, it doesn’t feel necessary to go to big fancy restaurants that probably costs more than his rent for the next few months.
Matt would most likely walk Peter home, because despite being such a flirt and tease, and absolute asshole, he can also be a gentleman and major romantic.
Though, they probably wouldn’t want to leave each other, just yet…
He’d most likely invite the lawyer inside, a lame suggestion like ‘Would you like some water? Maybe, some tea?’ and they’d probably get swept up in each other’s presence.
Something Peter found out rather quickly in their relationship?
He really likes Matt Murdock’s mouth.
No, he will not elaborate further.
His tapping on his cup quickens, at the thought of just what Matt would do with him. Envisions the pure filth that would fall from his lips —he’s heard his fair share already— and he’d easily make Peter fall apart.
———————
There’s a quiet ‘thump’ as his cane hits a solid surface, a door. He’s memorized the path by now, knows it like the back of his hand.
Does the saying still work with him?
He shuffles to carry his cane and the bouquet on one steady hand, while the other one moves to gently knock—
He doesn’t stop the flinch that erupts from him, as a loud crashing sound resides on the other side of the door.
There’s the sound of glass shattering, as well as other items colliding with the floor a moment later. Then, a panicking and distressed-filled voice yells out.
“FUCK! Shit— Shit, Shit!!”
“…”
It goes quiet.
Then, the sound of items getting picked back up and sweeping resounds on the other side. A few grumbles slip from a tired voice and the broken shards get thrown into a trash bin.
His hand, now frozen, is an inch away from coming in contact with the wooden frame. He blinks, debating between; if he should barge in, leave and come back, or simply knock.
He chooses the latter.
It takes ten full seconds, before there’s the sound of a doorknob getting fumbled with. He straightens his posture, as the main smell of chemicals, rain and soap invades his nostrils.
Before he could even enter the building, he could already hear the rabbit-like heartbeat. It’s pretty hard to not notice it, with such an unnaturally quick pace.
“Matt…?” His smile widens at the familiar voice, and he tilts his head to the right.
“Busy?” He keeps a calm demeanour, and his answers short and simple. There’s more shuffling, before he can hear the door widening with a creak.
“No, nope! You can come inside..” He nods, before taking a few confident steps forward.
He’s gotten quite tired of the mutters and whispers from by-passers. He could, practically, feel the holes being burnt through him, from their lingering stares.
He hadn’t really paid any attention to what the cause of their staring could be, too immersed in the thought of seeing his dear lover again.
When the door closes, he unfolds and settles his cane against the nearest table, and hands the flowers with a slight bow. He smirks, when he hears Peter’s heartbeat quicken, by a significant amount. Was that even possible?
Shy hands lace with his for a second —Peter’s hands are cold, as always— before they grab onto the bouquet, as gently as someone with superhuman strength can manage.
“Thanks.. You didn’t have to.. but, uh… They’re really beautiful..” He nervously mumbles, as he bites his bottom lip.
Matt can feel warm, brown eyes on him.
He believes they’re brown, anyways. That’s what Foggy and Peter had described to him.
“No Matty, like seriously. They’re like chocolate brown, like that rich chocolate that costs a shit ton of money.” Foggy had ranted to him, a few minutes after Peter had left from dropping off some coffee for them.
It was an unexpected, but welcoming surprise visit.
After Peter had texted him to catch up, on a random afternoon, and Matt shared that they were on their third day with little-to-no sleep because of an important case, he was bombarded with worried messages.
Then, an hour after that short conversation, he entered their firm with coffee and pastries that Foggy immediately snatched, before claiming that Peter was an angel. Karen nodded enthusiastically, as she took a large gulp of her own drink.
Peter had personally hand-delivered —meaning walked a few feet towards Matt and handed it to him— his coffee, with a nervous smile and reddened cheeks.
He fiddled in place, as he kept worrying over Matt’s well-being, while the other ignored his coworkers’ knowing stares and grins.
Peter stayed for about two hours as moral support and to help with whatever he could, before he had to leave for his evening shift. It really did help boost Matt’s energy and motivation, for the time he was there.
It’s a fond memory he enjoys cherishing.
Peter clears his throat.
“So, uh— Is there- Is there a reason why you decided to come over? Not that I’m complaining, or anything! It’s just..” He wasn’t finished with coming up with his plannings and he has not mentally prepared himself.
“… You usually let me know in advance and now you’re suddenly here, but not that I don’t like having you here—!” He fumbles over his words, heart still hammering at a concerning rate.
Matt chuckles lightly, before raising a teasing eyebrow.
“Hm? Do I need another reason to see my lover, other than I really miss them?” He can practically feel heat radiating off of the other, like an oven.
Peter’s cheeks get dusted a light pink, as he passes his tongue through the front row of his teeth. He lets out a small, strangled sound slip past his lips.
And, being the lovely asshole he is, Matt snickers.
“I guess not..” Peter rolls his eyes, as he admires the flowers for another passing moment.
It’s been so long, since he’s gotten such an innocent gift like this. Having gotten used to being so alone, getting something as cliché as flowers has his heart beating loud in his ears.
The first and last time he did, he and MJ were laying in a grass field, just the two of them in their own separate world. She was sitting, focused on her little sketches, while Peter rested on her lap, with a content smile.
She had plucked a dandelion off the ground, admiring the petals. She wasn’t the type to pick flowers like that, knowing they’d soon wither, but something about it…
She eyed Peter, before placing it in his hair and snorting at the way he blinked at her, confused.
He ended up keeping it in his hair for the rest of the day, until May remarked on it, when he came back home.
Before Matt gets another chance to tease his younger lover, he feels a pair of soft and hesitant lips graze against his. He involuntarily freezes, as his own face heats up.
If there’s something that Matt is addicted to, that would be Peter, especially his lips. They’re plump, and gentle, as he’s still learning to be comfortable with initiating the kisses.
They’ve been dating for two months now.
Peter would always ask Matt for permission, before doing anything, including holding his hand. He was so nervous, that Matt had to use every will of his self-control to not pounce or tease the Spider.
(It didn’t stop him, from showering Peter with loving kisses and burning touches that immediately made him squeak and melt in Matt’s arms.)
Eventually, Matt reassured him that the Spider could try any romantic gestures without asking.
Still, Matt found it endearing. And adorable.
They stay still for a few seconds; Matt can smell the scent of strawberries on his lover’s lips, from his lip balm.
Peter always complains about his dry lips, whenever the seasons change. He’s made it a habit to put on some chapstick. Something about wanting to make his kisses more enjoyable for Matt.
Though, the Devil never minded and didn’t even say anything about it, in the first place. The Spider kept insisting.
Speaking of kisses, Peter retreats from his, completely flustered. Or so he tries, but a firm grip on his bicep pulls him back and their lips crash together, once again.
Much more brutal, than his own attempt.
Seriously, he almost ripped his bottom lip.
He mentally slaps himself, as he feels a surge of excitement at the thought of it.
Keep it cool, Parker.
The Spider almost drops the bouquet, luckily for his quick reflexes. Feeling around behind him, he gently sets it down on the nearest surface. He makes a mental note to himself to find a vase for it later, he doubts he actually owns one.
“Mph..!” He gasps out.
Matt relishes on the little sounds, and he eagerly swallows them in the heated kiss. It’s all tongue, teeth, heat and desperation.
Another addiction added to his long list.
It’s a different brand he’s using, than his usual: the texture is slightly thicker —glossier— and the taste is much sweeter. Though, anything is sweet when it comes from the Spider’s lips.
Either way, Matt finds the taste very enjoyable and craves for more. His head is spinning; from the kisses, the smell, or the arousal, he’s not sure.
Eventually, a hand balls up the front of his shirt and he’s forcibly pushed back an inch away, separating their lips from each other with an audible ‘smack’.
One of Peter’s hands is gripping firmly on the lawyer’s dress shirt, keeping a small distance, as the other is curled into a fist and shields Peter’s mouth from Matt’s vicious one. Matt can practically hear Peter’s brain short-circuiting.
Cute.
They’re both panting, though Peter more so through his nose. Matt hears the other’s eyelashes fluttering, from blinking profusely.
The sight in front of the Spider is… well, in a word, like a masterpiece.
The iconic glasses have slid towards the end of his crooked nose, leaving his vacant, half-lidded and darkened eyes exposed for Peter to admire. Light pink flushes Matt’s cheeks, as his hair is slightly tussled.
Peter stops breathing for a second, when his brown, watering hues land on red lips.
The chapstick he’s using has a more prominent colour than his original one, a darker shade of red. His coworker had gifted it, along with some treats to thank him for covering their shift last-minute.
Said shade is currently smudged on the lawyer’s mouth, leaving enough evidence for anyone to imagine what he’s been up to.
“You’re a menace.” Peter hisses through his teeth, when Matt leans forward to bury his nose into his neck.
Matt merely hums, barely paying any attention to his words. He would usually retort such a comment with his own, but his mouth’s a little occupied.
He bites down on the tender junction between Peter’s neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave a blooming mark, but not enough for it to pierce skin.
Listen, Matt Murdock can maintain self-control, to a certain degree. But it’s been a while, since he’s been able to visit his lover, with how occupied both of their lives are.
He plays with the idea of having the Spider move into his apartment with him. He’d be able to catch a glimpse of his lover, rather it’d be his scent, touch, voice or heart.
Okay, so maybe, he’s been feeling a little lonely…
It’s been two weeks, since they last saw each other. Cut him some slack.
Having Peter’s warmth here feels like home. It helps him forget his sorrows and self-pitying, he can breathe and indulge himself. He can feel a little safer, as safe as two vigilantes can feel.
God, since when was he such a sap?
Leave it to Peter to make even one of the most emotionally constipated person, you will probably ever meet, feeling this way.
“You’re insatiable.” Peter grumbles shakily, gasping softly and hands falling weak, when the lawyer nibbles on his earlobe. Sensitive ears.
Sensitive body, in general.
“And you love it.” He snarks back, before dragging the Spider’s oversized shirt lower to expose a patch of a smooth, pale shoulder.
This time, he bites hard enough for a little blood to come trickling out. The blood seeps with the chapstick, making his lips a shade darker.
“Not to mention cocky.” The Spider groans, leaving Matt to chuckle. Rich and deep, the other shivers.
“A bonus.”
Peter tilts his head, before one of his hands tangles itself in Murdock’s hair and tugs. It’s the Devil’s turn to groan, sounding like an animal. He does enjoy a little pain in his moments.
He’s roughly pushed into an open-mouthed kiss, one that leaves the both of them breathless and wanting.
Honestly, Matt’s kind of stunned by all these little stunts his Spider is pulling today. He can still feel the way he trembles and how he’s still uncertain with his moves, but he still tries.
It’s really a turn on for him.
Peter’s eyes are glazed, and his pupils are dilated, as he shivers another time, when large, callused and experienced hands find their way under his shirt. They take their time exploring every crevice of skin, as Matt nips his lip, relishing in the sweet taste and even sweeter whine.
His mind is occupied in processing the way Peter’s skin is smooth, little body hair and no scars from his enhanced healing. His physique is quite small, which is a contrast to his muscles and sheer strength.
Matt lightly brushes over a nipple, and feels the way Peter flinches, and he can’t help his smile. He swipes again, before catching the nub between two fingers and pulls.
Peter gives a weak whimper, as he simultaneously wants to get closer and lean back. Matt makes sure to shower the other one with the same treatment, and they both pebble under the ministrations.
This is the same body that has survived countless injuries, from light bruising to near fatal ones.
And he has the honour of worshiping this body.
Matt makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, when he feels a firm tug from around his neck. Peter has his hand loosely wrapped around his silk tie. His four fingers are encircled in the fabric, as his thumb lightly strokes it.
Matt can feel Peter’s uncertainty, he isn’t used to making such bold moves around him. He’s anxious, and a little scared, unsure if it’s alright to do this.
So, Matt grabs his other hand, brings it to his cheek and nuzzles it. Then, he nudges it to his mouth, where he showers his palm with little kisses, and makes sure to mouth at his fingers. Peter’s hand jolts, as he stares wide eyes at the scene.
With the encouragement, he swallows down his fears and anxieties, and gives a harder tug with the tie, forcing the lawyer to incline towards him clumsily.
Their noses touch for a second, before he slightly leans back in rebuttal, and Matt allows his lover to analyze his face. Peter keeps a smarting grip around his tie, as if it were a leash.
Matt loves this building assertive side of Peter, as much as he loves it, when he shies away.
He loves every part of him.
Fuck, again with being sappy.
“Feisty today, are we?” Matt whispers with a predatory grin, licking his lips and a small, strangled and nervous laugh escapes the other.
“Is this your way of hinting that you want to get a collar for me?” He purrs huskily.
“I- Uh… What…?” Matt can’t help the snicker at the sheer bewilderment Peter is feeling.
“Or… You want one for you? Should we get one with spider prints?”
“Y-You… You’re insane.” Peter squints his eyes, before tugging at the tie again, barely any strength is put into this one.
Matt raises an eyebrow and makes sure his voice is deep when he whispers:
“That wasn’t a no.”
There’s a moment of silence, both of them breathing so close to each other, they each feel it. Then, simultaneously they start laughing, because they know each other and are comfortable with one another.
Peter can feel the way the knots in his stomach loosen. He’s reminded that things are alright, and nothing needs to be perfect here. It’s okay.
Just being in each other’s presence is more than enough.
He pulls, this time, hard enough that they’re barely an inch away from touching. Matt’s fond and amused smile gives him the courage to continue.
Once he’s close enough, Peter nips at his jaw, relishing in the faint sting from his stubble. Slowly, he makes his way to a pair of swollen, red lips, and tenderly licks them, before making his way inside.
Hopefully, he’s doing this right.
Damn you, Felicia—
Peter blinks.
The wall shakes under the sudden force, as he is practically pushed against it.
So much for the moment they just had, not that either are complaining. This kind of moment is more than welcomed.
Instinctively, he arches his back into a flexible bend. He holds in his confused laugh, as his heart beats like there’s no tomorrow.
Listen, it’s not every day where an enhanced individual can appreciate being manhandled by someone else, that doesn’t have the intentions of ending his life.
Though, this wouldn’t be a bad way to go.
Both of his wrists are pinned on each side of his head, by strong hands, effectively caging him from any attempts at escaping.
Well, in reality, he could easily break through with his strength. Even then, Matt would immediately let him go, if it was too much for him.
It’s more of a: Does he want this?
Peter blinks again, and looks at the man who has him caged in. His pants feel tight.
A growl erupts from the Devil, and he looks in his direction with pure hunger. His brows are furrowed and there are a few beads of sweat on his forehead. From the looks of it, Matt’s one breath away from eating his lover from the inside out.
Yeah, he really, really does.
“Matt...” He calls out, sounding absolutely breathless. Though, it sounds like a whine, more than anything.
Matt’s hand spasms.
A few seconds pass by, the tension so thick, you’d need a knife to cut through it.
Then, Matt shoves his thick and drool-worthy thigh between Peter’s shaking legs and leans forward, lips grazing his reddened ear.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”
———————
Compared to the Devil’s bed, his doesn’t stand a chance, but they make do with what they got. The springs groan at the additional weight, and the mattress squeaks.
Both Peter’s pants and boxer get discarded somewhere; his shirt is bunched up underneath his armpits. Matt’s shirt is somewhere too, a button loose from Peter accidentally using his strength.
The tension has slightly diminished, from the little moment they had before arriving to this point:
As Matt was about to remove his top, Peter had quietly asked if he could do it. Matt gave a reassuring smile that melted some of Peter’s nerves and the younger immediately settled himself onto his lap.
From this position, Peter was slightly taller and got another closeup of Matt’s captivating features. The way his nostrils flared from inhaling Peter’s comforting scent, how his eyes stared into the void; vacant but loving.
His mouth was curved into a gentle smile, dimples showing and making his heart squeeze.
Peter really enjoys admiring Matt’s beauty, and Matt enjoys the way Peter’s heart rate jumps. He also gets a major ego boost out of it. It’s a win-win.
Without realizing, Peter pulled on the wrong end of the tie, and ended up choking the lawyer for a second, before he immediately and practically ripped it off by the right end.
As Peter was apologizing profusely, Matt ducked his head and leaned against his lover’s chest, where he had a temporary coughing fit. At the same time, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, eventually getting Peter to quietly laugh as well.
Just when things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he accidentally pulled a string of one of the buttons of Matt’s dress shirt.
The Devil merely raised an amused eyebrow, as a small ‘thunk’ resounded off of the ground.
Matt got another good laugh out of it. Peter wanted the ground to swallow him whole, then and there.
His face is hidden beneath his hands, red and hot. He doesn’t sweat as much as a normal person anymore. He’s practically bent in half, ass and bendy legs hanging in the air, as his torso forms a deformed c.
Rough hands grip at the back of his quaking thighs, keeping him suspended in such an obscene position. Exposed and needing for anyone and everyone to see.
This isn’t their first time having sex.
It isn’t.
But Peter still gets jumpy.
Intimacy wasn’t something he allowed himself to enjoy, not when everything around him crumbled and he had no one by his side.
MJ had been his first and last relationship, something he swore to leave in the past. Ned and MJ were the last people he tried to befriend again, to try and gain some company, companionship, before he told himself he didn’t deserve a single drop of it.
He used humour and flirting on villains and other vigilantes to hide how terrified and insecure he was. It was his way of coping, and no one could take it away from him.
Because as pathetic as it sounded, it was all he had.
But that was before he met Matt Murdock again, about a year after their first meeting, when he was going to turn nineteen.
It was a rough start, but Daredevil could be persistent and stubborn when he wanted to. Extremely stubborn.
Matt Murdock was purposely avoided and showed a polite and kind, yet distant and hesitant exterior, by Peter Parker. Daredevil was, at first, feared but then continuously received flirty comments and playful banters, by Spider-Man.
This had gone on for months, until Matt —who had already put two-and-two together— had enough and confronted the Spider about it.
The results led to a full blown shut down, and he was basically ghosted until Daredevil cornered an injured and concussed Spider-Man.
That night had been, what Matt supposes, the first night of a blooming friendship. Where they really took the time to understand one another, and actually grew closer. A new start.
Eventually, feelings got involved and both of them were reluctant to do anything about it.
Despite not showing it, Daredevil enjoyed —way more than he should’ve— the way the Spider’s heart sped up and his cheeks warmed.
Spider-Man couldn’t help but wonder if he was crazy for thinking that the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was more compliant with him than with anyone.
Peter doesn’t quite remember who had been the first to bring the topic about their future up, but it took hours before he finally came to terms with himself. That he could allow himself to enjoy having someone here with him.
Though, he’d never admit to it, he didn’t have much experience, with the whole closed off fiasco and all. So, actually going beyond flirting made him skittish, okay?
Feeling his anxiousness, Matt noses his inner thigh, trying to calm Peter’s nerves. He nibbles at any skin his teeth come across, listens tentatively as blood rushes beneath the skin and leaves evidence that will soon disappear.
He bites harder on a few of them, getting dizzy from the lingering strawberries and iron that intrudes his nose.
Sometimes, when Peter thinks Matt is asleep, he’ll briefly look at himself in the mirror, while going to the bathroom. With his hands, he passes over areas, he vaguely remembers where lips have brushed over, and feels an air of disappointment, when he sees that nothing’s there.
“You know… it’s not the most flattering angle you’re putting me in, right now, Matty.” The Spider mumbles frustratingly, taking a small peak between his index and middle.
Matt isn’t moving, his grip remains tight, and his head is tilted as if he’s listening to something. Peter has a vague idea as to what that may be, considering the way his face is literally a few inches away from his ass.
He’s fascinated with the way Peter’s hole clenches and unclenches around nothing. Tries to draw in anything to stop the feeling of being empty. Clearly anticipating something, and Matt grins with all teeth, like a shark.
“You’re sure taking your time, MaaAAA—!” Peter yelps, when a hot and slick muscle suddenly probs at his opening. The Devil takes a tentative lick, sighing contently at the musky taste.
His nose settles against Peter’s perineum, as his tongue sinks into the velvety heat. Peter whimpers dazedly, toes curling and uncurling, as Matt presses his tongue against trembling walls.
Drool slips down Peter’s ass, leaving an uncomfortable sensation, but it’s easily forgettable with the way the lawyer savours him like a five-course meal.
Somewhere in between, Matt’s fingers join in the preparation, and Peter’s hole greedily obliges. It burns and the saliva can only help a little, but it still feels good.
It doesn’t take long before three of his fingers have disappeared into the Spider’s puffy, pink hole.
The loud slurping sounds add more stimulant, and Peter feels a familiar curling in his stomach. His hands move to grip at the sheets, or whatever’s in his disposal.
Matt momentarily pulls away, to grab at the nearby bottle of lube to ease the stretching. He huffs fondly, as Peter quietly whines when Matt pulls his fingers out as well, feeling absolutely starved.
He pours a generous amount and rubs it between his fingers to warm it up, before they fall back in place. He takes his time scissoring his way into the Spider’s heat, tentatively searching.
Sweet little moans escape the Spider, and a particularly loud one bounces off the bedroom walls, when Matt hits a sensitive bundle of nerves.
Grinning, he can’t help but coo, as Peter cries.
Peter flips him off, with shaky hands and a snarl.
There it is.
It always surprises Matt just how quick Peter’s demeanour can change from a second to the next.
From being a corny flirt that spits out cheesy pickup lines, a reserved and lonely vigilante who craves for care and acceptance, but runs away at the nearest reaching hand, to a shy nerd who can’t say a single sentence without stuttering.
Then, Matt suspects it may be from the Spider DNA, but Peter can get especially feisty and animalistic in bed. Ready to get with anyone who wants it, with his rapacious hole that begs to be fucked.
But he can also get emotional and submissive, wanting to please his partner with whatever it takes. He’s always been a people-pleaser. This phase usually comes after his feisty one, when he’s a little more lucid.
And Matt can’t help at the thought that he’s the only one the Spider goes to. He’s the one who gets to perceive Peter in this state.
Immediately, he begins to massage the area, pressing down on it at a punishing pace, that has Peter’s mouth falling open in a silent scream. His blunt nail runs across it and Peter’s eyes roll back in ecstasy.
As the pleasure builds up, Peter can feel the way his stomach tightens as well.
Sensing this, one of Matt’s hand snakes its way upwards, brushing a fine layer of hair before caressing Peter’s cock, where it’s wet with precome, begging for attention.
All he needs to do is gently stroke it, not much, and his name falls past clever lips, before ropes of white stain Peter’s heaving chest.
Satisfied, Matt gently lowers his lover, keeping one leg stranded over his shoulder. He massages Peter’s hip, as he shifts on his knees and waits.
Peter’s panting, more tears beginning to fall down his flushed cheeks. Matt can smell the desperation and neediness off of him, and it drives him wild.
“Matt…” Peter breathes out, starting to harden already.
Spider-enhanced sex-drives are no joke.
“Hm?” Because he loves driving him insane, Matt’s blunt head catches on Peter’s rim. A tease of penetration, and he grins at the way the Spider’s hole tries to clench around it.
“You’re… a jerk.” Peter groans out, trying to thrust downwards, and Matt quits moving at that.
“Am I? I’m pretty sure you know what to do.” He kisses the leg that’s still over his shoulder, making Peter squirm impatiently.
They’re both waiting for it, to connect in such an intimate way, and Peter quickly admits defeat.
He swallows down his embarrassment, face flaming and lips quivering.
“… P-Please… Matt… Fuck me… Please.” He begs brokenly.
Who is he to deny such a pretty request?
At the words, the Devil sinks into the dizzying heat, enjoying the way his Spider tightens at the welcoming intrusion. There’s a slight burn, since it’s been a while, but it all the more adds to the pleasure.
At this angle, Matt can sink deeper into his lover, and Peter can feel how every inch stretches him to accommodate Matt’s bulk.
Peter makes something like a sob, when Matt bottoms out. The Devil enjoying the feeling of being encased in his lover’s addicting heat and the Spider feeling, oh so, full.
Eventually, with the same slow pace, Matt pulls until he’s almost completely out, before he brutally slams back in, the head of his cock hitting his prostate, making Peter scream.
He continues the pace, in out, in out, in out, balls tightening when a particular hoarse cry escapes Peter’s swollen lips.
Absentmindedly, a large hand travels its way up the Spider’s flexible body, until it finds a spot around his neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just lets his hand rest there, like a collar, and feels the vibration of his vocal cords.
In a sinister way, it’s like a comforting lullaby for Matt, and Peter’s elastic embrace tightens just so at the rough hand. They’ve done this enough times, and held hands that Peter knows whose large hand is around his throat.
Peter isn’t into choking like Matt is, isn’t particularly fond of doing it and is especially against receiving it. Being a vigilante for years does that to you he supposes.
Unless you’re a broody man who dresses like a devil every night. That’s an entirely different case.
The first time they talked about it, was during their post-orgasm clarity. Matt skimmed over it, making it clear that there’d be no choking, especially if Peter didn’t like it. He just enjoyed feeling the vibration of Peter’s vocals, when he cried and moaned and screamed.
Though he was dubious at first, he wanted to be open to whatever his partner was into, so he agreed. Besides, the way Matt explained it with such a cool tone, it sounded fine.
However, they never expected their schedules to get so full, that they barely had time to even share a kiss, let alone mess around under the sheets.
Eventually, as Matt was sucking Peter’s brains out through his cock, it felt as though a bucket of ice water was dumped on him when he felt some weight around his neck.
He was too caught off guard to realize that the hand never did squeeze, just rested there. He ended up kicking Matt in the chest, leaving him winded, as he worriedly hovered over Peter who panicked.
And after they both calmed down, more so Peter, Matt apologized, saying that he should’ve said something before they started, or at least warned Peter, while the latter kept insisting that he had agreed but had stupidly forgotten about it.
It took a few more tries, Matt even considered just forgetting about the whole thing. It wasn’t like he absolutely needed it to get off. But the Spider insisted that he’d get used to it.
And he did.
Though, it started with Peter tensing up like a statue, before he was too lost in pleasure to even notice the hand. Eventually, he would even sometimes cover it with his own, his sign of acknowledgment and acceptance.
Matt’s rhythm stutters, when a pair of sharp fangs sink into his skin and the smell of iron clogs his sense of smell. There’s a sharp pain, but it quickly fades into an aching pleasure.
It’s his instinct to mark Matt as his, to remind everyone who he belongs to. Honestly, Matt doesn’t mind and kind of finds it hot. Peter thinks otherwise.
Literally, he almost jumped out of Matt’s window, buck-naked, from the guilt, panic and fight-or-flight response, when he realized what he had done. If it weren’t for the Devil’s iron grip, New York would’ve gotten quite a show.
An animalistic growl rings out of the room, and the body below him freezes, as more blood drips out. The puncture isn’t deep, nothing to worry about, but it snaps the Spider right back into reality. Eyes wide with horror and mortification.
Immediately, needle-like teeth pull out, and gentle hands come to feel across the puncture. Guilt surrounds Peter, because that’s how he is.
Leave it to Peter Parker to feel like this, when he literally has a dick shoved deep inside his ass.
Matt huffs, incredulous.
Despite trying to control his urges, it gets especially difficult when Peter’s overwhelmed by pleasure and absentmindedly lets everything else go. And knowing that, Matt feels a surge of pride every time it happens.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Matt kisses his forehead, as he stops his thrusts to assist his upset lover.
“I— Matt, I am so sorry…” And the sincerity in his voice makes Matt’s chest tighten.
He nips at Peter’s earlobe.
“Who said to apologize?” He teases, attempting to ease the mood.
Peter obviously catches on but can’t seem to follow through. He gives a weak smile, taking a shaky inhale when Matt shifts, reminding him that, oh right, he’s in the middle of getting fucked stupid.
“I… My conscience?” It sounds more like a question, than an answer and Matt snorts, clearly amused.
Smartass.
“I’m serious, though. I mean it, when I say I don’t mind this, it’s nice to have you let go. Plus, a little pain never hurt me.” He snickers at the joke and Peter lets out a genuine small laugh.
“Masochist.” He huffs, his shoulders finally relaxing again.
“Maybe.” He lovingly replies, as he noses at Peter’s hair.
Feeling that things have settled, Matt snaps his hips forward, without warning, eliciting indescribable sounds out of the Spider.
“Though, you’re not much of a sadist to complete the bundle.” Matt says it like an afterthought.
“G-Good thing you have that base covered too.”
“Oh? Do I, now?”
“You tell me, big guy.”
“Then, does that mean I’m supposed to play with myself, if I carry both roles?”
“I wouldn’t mind watching that.”
“Hm. I’ll make sure you get the best seat, then.”
“A… Front— ah… row seat?”
“Of course.”
The bed frame hits the wall and the mattress squeaks in warning, but it does nothing to slow Matthew Murdock down from chasing their pleasure.
“I missed you.” He says, breathless, but unrelenting with his thrusts.
He leans forward capturing the Spider’s lips in a burning kiss, making sure to nip at lips that still have that fruity aftertaste.
“… Me too…” The Spider whispers back, chasing after Matt’s fleeing lips, before his head falls back onto the pillows.
“You’re mine. No one else can have you.” To put emphasis, he bites Peter’s collarbone, making the younger’s hips jolt.
“So perfect, you’re taking me so well, baby. ‘Were practically made for me.” Matt praises, and smiles at the way Peter’s hole flutters, as he moans brokenly.
He heads further down, and he sucks on Peter’s nipple, making him yelp. A possessive growl erupts from him, as he bites on the breastbone. Peter’s skin is on fire, everywhere hands and lips have touched and cared, it burns in an addictive way.
The heat catches up to him, his head spinning with want and before long Matt finds the strength to thrust faster, quicker.
Automatically, sticky hands come flying behind Matt’s back, and the Devil hisses, as nails dig into his scarred skin, sure to leave some type of mark for him to feel in the morning.
Honestly, he did want to take things slow, enjoy the feeling of love making. But he’s been pent up and craving for his Spider that he doesn’t relent. Each thrust pounds Peter’s prostate into dust, as he tries to go deeper.
Peter cries out, as he comes for the second time, and squeezes around Matt’s cock, sending him over the edge as well. Warmth floods Peter’s walls, painting them a milky white, he can feel the way Matt pulses inside of him.
They relish in the afterglow for a moment, panting and making out like starved animals.
At this point, Peter’s mind is completely blank. He preens at the feeling of being so, so full of Matt. Both of their scents, a hint of strawberries and a heavy dose of sex mingle in the air, leaving a delightful taste on his tongue.
Before long, Matt flips the other around onto his stomach, holds his ass up and lines himself with Peter’s wet, stretched-out hole.
Cum trickles out, staining the sheets and towels beneath them and leaving a desiring smell for Matt to greedily inhale.
He makes sure to gnaw at any skin on Peter’s back, leaving a line of purples and reds.
Was he always this feral?
Either way, Matt knows he won’t be satisfied with only one.
Peter wiggles his ass, urging his lover to do something. He thrusts back, fucks himself on Matt’s immobile cock, before growling impatiently, knowing the Devil is pleased with what’s happening.
“You’re really pushing it.” He grumbles in a warning gone.
“I know.” With that, he shoves his cock in one swift movement.
Peter doesn’t say much after that, his face buried in his pillows with muffled cries, as Matt fucks him into the mattress. He keeps a smarting grip on the Spider’s hips, as the sound of wet skin slapping echoes in his ears.
Matt licks his lip when Peter begins to grind against his thrusts, clearly aching for more. His Spider is greedy after all.
Though, Matt doesn’t give in just yet.
“Harder, Matty.. Fuck, I need you to go faster.”
“Really? I think I’m going fast enough.” He muses.
A feral growl erupts deep within Peter’s chest, and Matt grins with all teeth. The Spider’s starting to finally let go, judging from the way he doesn’t backpedal from it.
It takes a while before his lover can finally let loose and fully submit to the pleasure, not needing to worry about anything and simply feel.
And Matt’s all too willing to get Peter into that space, to get him to melt into the heat.
“Matt… Please.” Peter begs brokenly, walls clenching hard.
“If you’re so adamant on the pace-“ He suddenly stops thrusting, making the other sob. “Why don’t you set the rhythm, then?”
Peter isn’t given much time to react or answer, before Matt abruptly pulls out and has them flipped. The Devil lying on his back, while the Spider sits languidly on top of him, stunned.
Hands keep a steady grip on shaking thighs, and it takes a second for Peter’s brain to catch up with the sudden change.
Still, he immediately sets on grinding, fast and dirty against Matt, eliciting moans from both of them. Then, he leans down to trace over scars with his mouth, memorizing each and every one of them.
Matt Murdock is one of the most beautiful people Peter’s ever seen.
“I thought you wanted quick?”
“Hm…” He captures a filthy kiss, drool dripping down his chin, as he aligns himself with Matt’s cock.
His eyes close automatically, as his teeth catch onto his bottom lip, biting back a loud moan. He sinks down until his ass hits Matt’s pelvis, leaning back into an elegant arch, fully seated and feeling bloated.
He places his hands over heaving abs, that has his heart and hole fluttering —yes, he likes muscles—. At first, he spreads his legs wider and rocks forwards, grinning when Matt hisses.
Slowly, he lifts himself up until he’s almost off and sinks down, leaving Peter keening and Matt groaning. He keeps going, going up and letting himself fall down with a slap.
“Enjoying yourself?” The Devil moans out, matching Peter’s rhythm and thrusting up.
Peter feverishly nods, sweaty hair falling in front of his eyes, as his mouth hangs open. A larger hand slips and wraps itself over his own, their fingers lace together, and Peter looks up.
His riding stutters, as he meets with hungry, yet loving eyes.
“I need your words, Peter.” Matt practically purrs, the hand on his thigh squeezing him, encouragingly.
Peter swallows down the lump in his throat, suddenly his thoughts are gone, and his mind is blank. He feels floaty, like they’re the only people in this world and anything outside of this bedroom doesn’t matter.
It’s a blissful feeling.
“Yes… Ngh, yeah, yeah.”
Matt smiles wide enough, that his eyes wrinkle, before he heaves up and steals the air out of Peter’s lungs with his strawberry and iron flavoured lips.
It’s messy and wet, and Peter reciprocates it all the more.
———————
There’s no particular reason, but Peter just randomly wakes up. He grumbles, throat feeling dry and itchy from crying so much, as his eyes still feel heavy and puffy.
From the way that it’s dark in his room, the sun hasn’t risen yet.
He sleepily stretches his arm out towards his phone, and flinches at the way his lower half aches. His ass stings and his legs feel numb.
Matt really did not hold back. Peter swears he can still feel the lingering feeling of Matt’s cock inside of him from how hard he kept going at it.
As he’s about to open his phone, he feels his waist tighten.
More specifically, warm muscular arms tighten themselves around him, and he groans. His fingers spasm, and his back arches, as Matt buries his face into the back of Peter’s neck, adding pressure to the abused skin.
Though the marks have faded, the soreness still lingers.
Peter can’t lie, he doesn’t hate it.
He really, really doesn’t hate it.
Surprisingly, when Peter cranes his neck a little, the Devil is still asleep. His expression is neutral, but he seems peaceful. Even in the dark, Peter can see the eye bags, and how his shoulders are relaxed.
He can’t help the way his mouth twitches upwards, and he opens his screen to spot a few notifications that were sent a few hours ago.
(23:48) From Felicia> Webs~ I can’t sleep!!
(23:50) From Felicia> I’m curious if you actually did what I told you tho
(23:51) From Felicia> Honestly I just saw them in some dumb romance comedy
So, he was right.
(23:52) From Felicia> But I’m sure Murdock wouldn’t mind getting pushed around by you~ ;)
Peter blushes and decides that it’s too early for this. He sighs but can’t help the quiet chuckle that escapes from him. God, his voice sounds wrecked.
“…Peter..?” He jumps at the raspy voice and the warm breath that tickles his skin and can’t help the way his cheeks heat up.
“S-Sorry, did I wake you up?” He mumbles, before turning around. Matt doesn’t loosen his grip, and simply rests his head in Peter’s hair.
His face gets pushed into Matt’s pecks and he really can’t complain. He wouldn’t mind suffocating like this.
Matt makes a small noise and throws his leg over Peter so the Spider can’t escape. Not like Peter plans to, anytime soon.
“I missed you.” He mumbles in a hushed tone, and now that they aren’t in the middle of some intimate action, the sincerity in his tone makes Peter’s heart squeeze.
“I missed you too, Magoo.” Peter can feel Matt tiredly smiling.
There’s a warm feeling in his chest, something that makes him feel at ease. His smile widens, as he closes his eyes.
Before long, they’re both asleep, while basking in each other’s company and warmth.