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"Frank..." Matt let out a soft breath, the exhaled warm air ghosted over Frank's cheek and past his ear. Matt was far from oblivious about the way calloused fingers trailed so gently up the skin of his waist, pausing on his sternum. The touches were reverent, far from what people typically expected the Punisher to be capable of. Sure, perhaps Frank Castle may be known for his irrefutably cruel ways.. it was a frequent discussion they would butt-heads about. But behind closed doors? Frank Castle practically worshiped every inch of Matt's body.
"Red," the name slipped past Frank's mildly chapped lips like liquid velvet, smooth and sensual. Yet it still kept the gruffness that never could quite go away, even in moments of complete relaxation. The name was followed by a faint hum as he pressed kisses against the pale skin of his lover's silken-ribbon bound wrist above the pulse. He moved slowly, savouring the warm, delicate skin of the man's arm and shoulder until he reached the contoured jaw, pausing a moment to rest his nose right under Matt's ear.
It wasn't uncommon for the two to find themselves in this position; Matt tied with red, silk ribbons, practically melting into the plush bed. Of course, the ginger could have escaped out of the ribbons at any time if he decided he had enough of them. However, he never did, he was never given a reason to do so, beyond simply wanting his hands free so he could hold his partner's head in between his hands, tracing the curves and contours of his face.
Moonlight seeped into the bedroom from the window of their temporary apartment as they lay low for a few weeks. The gentle kiss of mellow light was almost like a blessing; displaying its caress along the features of Matt's pliant body. It was, truly, a shame that Matt would never be able to see himself like this... ginger hair that framed his face perfectly, the long and thick lashes that fluttered, or the occasional peek of his foggy blue eyes. It was a thought that crossed Frank's mind more times than he would ever confess to. He usually thought about it when they had the slow nights such as these. He would never admit aloud the amount of times he would let his gaze remain on Murdock's complexion for longer than he ought to. He hadn't gotten that soft yet, after all.
Frank noticed the way a shudder rippled through Matt's body under his careful ministrations. Upon closer inspection, there were tiny goosebumps all along the fair skin, visible mostly along the arms and neck. The man let out a quiet whine, his bottom lip quivered subtly, one that would have gone completely unnoticed if Frank wasn't paying as close of attention to the details of his face as he was.
They rarely needed many words to communicate on nights like this. The feeling of another heartbeat in the room seemed to be enough to comfort the two. Of course, this didn't cease the occasional murmur of praise being whispered against warm flesh. Matt's heightened sensitivity meant that even the nearly imperceptible catch of callous brushing over a nipple caused the muscles in his back to pull and his spine to arch. Castle's other hand traced the defined abdominal muscles belonging to Matt. "Frank." the ginger spoke with a tad more conviction lacing his voice this time, though the exclamation still fit into the quiet atmosphere, causing Frank to direct all of his attention to Matt's lips as he waited for the man to speak again. "Yeah, Red?" the pout that had been forced onto Matt's lips was released and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth begrudgingly.
"All this kissing and caressing, but you refuse to kiss me properly? How cruel." He attempted to whine, but frank cut him off with a familiar gruff rumble from his chest. "Right, of course. cruel. the most cruel thing I've ever done." Frank spoke with some snarkiness, and before Matt's incessant chiding for that decision could begin, Frank pressed a deep kiss to his partner's lips, pressing into the plump, perfect pink tissue. their mouths locked for a long moment. Frank used this as an opening to slide in between Matt's legs after pulling the ribbon from around his calves. Matt allowed his legs to be parted and raised to rest over Frank's shoulders. Frank pressed wet kisses to the ginger's inner thighs, Matt bit his lips to suppress an undignified moan. "So beautiful..." Frank whispered and Matt let out a sharp gasp before turning his head in the direction he believed frank to be. He put out his bound wrists expectantly, letting out an unamused grumble when Frank did not immediately comply. Frank raised an eyebrow, well away of Murdock's inability to see his expression. "Red," he mused, resting his cheek against the inner thigh of the man beneath him. he continued; "You asking because you really want it? or are you whining 'bout it just to be a brat?" Matt didn't answer, instead, he lowered his arms to rest behind his head. Frank's hand explored the man's upper-abdomen as his other slid into a drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. knowing Matt would not be particularly fond of the lube's temperature straight from the bottle, so he tried to work it in between his fingers for a little while. After a few moments, he leaned down to pepper kisses over Murdock's leg, a firm grip on the man's ankle with his clean hand. He held the limb in place as he worked from the sole of the foot, up the inner leg, nipping at the other man's thigh.
"Frank... please.." Matt murmured out, a weak attempt at begging. He was lucky Frank wasn't planning on making him earn his pleasure, since the both of them knew that wouldn't have worked well. Matt's breath hitched as a lubed finger circled his hole before working its way past the ring of muscle, curling ever so slightly. Matt's head fell back against the pillow, ginger hair splaying beautifully, as if he were resting gracefully underwater. The man was breathtaking, Frank had to admit that to himself. He had always been attractive to Frank, even when masked and identity unknown. They were significantly rougher before Frank found out the identity of Daredevil. sex against gritty stone walls in shady alleyways, naked with the exception of the Daredevil mask on had become a regular occurrence. whether it be for a quick fuck, or one that caused them to learn the perfect timing for ducking behind dumpsters when people would walk past during the late hours. The scent of blood from bitten lips mixed with injuries inflicted by the other had been the norm. Never was it so soft or careful. Never like this. After a few close calls of people almost stumbling upon the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and The Punisher together that were too close for comfort, they opted for some bedroom sex. its not as though either of them were opposed to being fucked silly into a plush bed over the cold concrete, it did welcome a new gentleness into their relationship. even more so when enough feelings became involved for Matt to reveal his face. The new care introduced into their lives led to this...oddly domestic way they had been living. After having a near miss that put their identities in danger, they agreed to move into a new apartment together under fake names and a fake relationship so they could lay low until their identities were safer. They started a routine. making coffee for the last one to awake in the morning, sharing chores, and apparently warming up lube now.
"Frank--" Matt whimpered after Frank had been working in three fingers, and loosening the muscles adequately, Frank pressed the head of his cock into Matt. This caused the man's eyebrows to knot as his fingernails dug into the pillow behind him and his toes curled. "I want to feel you, frank..." Murdock's words came out quiet, yet still loud enough for the man above him to hear. Without complaint, Frank pulled the ribbon from Matt's wrists and let them free, knowing very well that the other could have done it himself with ease. But he knew Matt wanted the permission Frank releasing his hands implied. Matt wasted no time at all, his hands finding Frank's back, tracing his fingertips along the muscles and scars on Castle's body before a movement caused him to tense and tig his usually-cut nails into the skin of the punisher. Frank kept his steady movement, allowing for the nails to take hold as the pleasure continued to climb. Frank moved his hands to hold onto his lover's hips. their bodies were sticky with sweat, hands groping wherever they could grasp, and pants filled the room that was heating up by the second. when Frank's thrusts became sloppy, Matt rocked their hips together until his legs trembled beneath him.
Blood trickled from the man's lips as he tried to stifle a shuddering sob. His breath hitched before his body convulsed and shivered. A string of quiet, blissed-out murmurs and cries exited Matt's lips like a prayer. Frank buried his nose into the crook of the ginger's sweat-slick neck as they both rose out their orgasms. Frank lifted his head enough to watch the face of his lover. "God, you're so perfect. you take it better than any woman I've been with. Good Job, Red.. you did good." Frank murmured these words against his ear before pressing a soft kiss to the closed eyelid of Matt.
"Shower?"
"shower."