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His body lay limp on the cot, watching the lawyer through lidded eyes. A small sigh leaves his lips as Matt takes off his cowl, placing it on a desk near the door.
Matt turns his head towards him, brows furrowed, “what was that for.”
Dex hums, hands tugging at the cuffs around his wrists, “I’m bored, Matt. I’ve laid here for days, even prisoners get an hour outside.”
The devil smirks, almost as if he’s amused. Fingers working at his own gloves, pulling them off and tossing them onto the desk.
His eyes narrow when he walks towards the cot. Groaning as he sits up, curling his hands around the metal bars the best he can. He tilts his head to the side as he looks up at Matt.
Lips lifting up into a smile, “am I being good for you, counselor?"
There's silence for a minute. Matt's head turned to the side, he wonders what he’s listening to… his breathing? The way his heart skips a beat every time Matts continues to stare at him. Maybe his metal spine grinding together with every movement he makes?
“Why do you care if you are?” the brunette growls, his hand moves to cup his chin, squeezing his cheeks and tilting his head up, his teeth being bared, hissing softly as his head is moved to the side, “your teeth… ones… gone?”
A huff of laughter leaves his mouth the best it can, tearing his head away from his hands and leaning back.
“Your fault, Murdock,” his tongue licks at the gum, a hum leaves his lips before he swallows spit.
He drops his head as Matt spreads his legs, sitting in between them. His free hand trailing down his body.
“I'm sorry sweetheart, did I ruin your perfect face?” he mocks, the hand that held his face curls into his hair, pulling his head back just like he did in the prison room.
A low moan rumbles in the back of his throat, chuckling as he tugs at the cuffs, “you already did that when you threw me off the roof, Matty.”
He doesn't reply, just ‘stares’ at him, eye lashes fluttering with every blink. Dex’s breath hitches when both of Matt's hands trace the edges of his jaw. Thumbs brushing his bottom lip before trailing up his face. Small circles into his rough skin, holding him like he was worth something, something to be cared for.
Matt finally stops with a hand cupping his cheek, the other trailing down his neck. He gasps softly when Matt leans forward and drags his tongue over his scarred cheek, feeling his saliva slowly trail down his face to the corner of his lips.
He turns his head to catch his mouth in a rough kiss. Teeth gnashing, fighting for dominance. Dex is quick to submit when Matt grabs and squeezes his neck, choking the air out of him. A low groan rumbles in the back of his throat, turning into a broken moan as his body is pushed back. Matt's tongue nudging the gum of his missing tooth.
“Matt—” his name is a soft exhale, barely there for anybody else to hear, hissing in pain as his head is pushed into the pillow, the hand around his neck adding constant pressure.
“I hate you,” Matt spits, legs tucking under his thighs, hips grounding against his own, “you mean nothing to me.”
Dex shakes, arching his back over the cot. That's what he is to Matt, nothing. He’s not worthy of his goodness, of the kindness in his heart. But that is what he needs, he’ll do anything, he’ll kill, he won't kill, he’ll do anything he asks. Sit? Lay down? Jump off another four story building? Allow Matt to do anything he pleases? Anything.
It's when Matt slaps a hand over his mouth does he realize he said all those things aloud.
“You… you want to be good? Is that right, Dex?”
He nods his head furiously, wrapping his legs around the smaller man's waist, “anything, I'll do anything for you, Matthew.”
“Close your eyes, Dex,” Matt whispers, hands trailing down his arms, rubbing over his muscles then to the cuffs that cut into his wrists.
His eyes flutter shut, sighing out in content as he hears the jingle of keys against the metal. A small smile curling his lips when he hears the click of the lock and the cuffs being dropped.
Matt's gentle hand lifting his head by his chin, being led to lean forward and sit up. Whimpering when his head hits what he thinks is Matt's chest, the hard leather against his forehead. The slow move of Matt’s body off the cot. Both of the lawyers' hands dragging him along.
With his head pinned against his chest, he smells the iron of blood. Is it Matts? Or some other guy unlucky enough to cross the devils path? If only Matt would allow him to lick it up, clean him, maybe allow him to leave a mark of his own.
He hears the thud of Matt's body hitting a wall. Then his head was shoved down until his knees hit the hard ground. Leaning forward until his nose hits the warm body, whining under his breath as he finally opens his eyes and looks up.
Matt is slowly unzipping the dark suit, head tilted down, slightly turned to the side, listening to him. Unseeing eyes looking down at him. Hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. Lips press together in concentration. A silver cross necklace resting on his chest.
“Matt…” his words leave his mouth breathlessly, his hands land on the devil's thighs, digging his nails into the suit, and there was only one word he could describe Murdock, “you’re so beautiful…”
That seems to catch him off guard. Hands stopping in their tracks, the furrow of his eyebrows, lips parting in disbelief. He gasps as Matt's fingers curl into his hair, pushing his head until he feels his bulge against his cheek.
“Don't you dare think you can get through this with sweet words, Benjamin,” he growls, hips grinding on the side of his face, causing Dex to moan quietly, nuzzling into the movement.
He fights the hand that holds him, staring back up at Matt's face. His mouth opens and drags his tongue over the rough material, smiling when Matt's hand holds his hair tighter.
Matthew groans, his free hand reaches to undo the buckles that hold the middle of his suit up. Dex watches in awe, feeling his mouth fill up with spit, he almost drools before he swallows it. Whining as he watches Matt slowly undress himself. The suit falls to the ground, Matt stepping out of it and kicking it to the side.
“P-please…” he needs to be something to Matt, either it's for sexual pleasure, or someone Matt could order around for the rest of time, he’d do it, he has to mean something, be of use to Matt, make him happy, “Matthew..”
He presses his nose against the band of his boxers, lips parted as he breathes him in.
“Cmon sweetheart,” Matt lets go of him, hands pressed to the wall, legs spread slightly, giving him room to settle between them, “please me, and maybe… you’ll get something in return.”
Dex grins, if he’s good enough, Matt will reward him. He can be good, good boys get rewards, right? His teeth snag onto the bands, ducking his head as he pulls down the clothing. Hands pushing it to the ground as he looks up.
Matt's dick was big, bigger than his own. The tip twitching as his cool breath breathes onto him, pre cum leaking down his shaft. He wastes no time as he wraps his lips around the head, suckling softly as his tongue swirls the tip.
Murdock sighs heavily, dropping his head back against the wall, hands clenching into fists, “fuck…”
A soft moan rumbles in the back of his throat. Taking the man's cock deeper into his mouth, when he retreats back to the tip, he presses his tongue against his slit. Tilting his head to the side when his bulbous tip hits the back of his throat, making him gag. The sound echoed throughout the room.
His jaw aches, the corner of his lips stretched to their limit as he takes him deeper and deeper. And through his lashes, he watches every little twitch of Matt's face. Though he can't look for long as his vision fogs over, feeling tears line down his cheeks. His left hand wraps around Matt's shaft, rubbing his thumb across the areas he couldn't reach with his mouth, his other hand holds Matt's leg, grounding himself.
“Christ… Dex…” he groans, his restraint fails as one hand curls into his dirty blonde hair, petting him like he was some kind of dog, the lawyer's hand moves until he’s holding the back of his skull.
A low growl leaves Matt's throat as his head is pushed down, hips thrusting forward into his mouth. His eyes widen as he gags and chokes, sputtering around his dick as his head is dragged back then pushed down. He doesn't get a second to catch his bearings as Murdock uses his mouth.
His hands fall, laying limp and useless in his lap. Tilting his head back and dropping his mouth slack. Eyelids heavy as he tries and fails to keep his gaze on the man above him.
Matthew then forces his head down, keeping him still. He doesn't cum though, just holds him still. His nose pressed to the dark curls of his navel, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’s heavy in his mouth, throbbing against his tongue, and he wonders if Matt is fighting the urge to cum straight down his throat.
Dex swallows once around him, feeling the tip of his cock twitching in his throat at the sensation. Testing the limits as he bobs his head once, then twice. He goes even farther, grinding his own clothed dick against Matt's leg. Whining at the stimulation. Matt groans, fingers tightening in their hold in his hair, guiding his movements. Down and holding him still for exactly three seconds, then back up for another three seconds.
“Dex…” he whispers, he almost doesn't hear his name being muttered, but he looks up, his whimpers are muffled, trying and failing to make an acknowledgement, “I want you to cum… before me, can you do that for me?”
Why? He wants to ask, this was meant to be for Matt, Matt was using him, why should he be pleasured first? But he listens, he grinds his hips to his foot, wrapping his arms around his leg to keep him there. His small, desperate thrusts send him to the end quickly. Keening as Matt starts to thrust into his mouth again.
“Mmph—” through tear lined eyes, he steals one more glance at Matt's face before he comes, grinding his hips as he stains his pants, his eyelids threatening to close at the overwhelming stimulation.
Matt smiles, a small secret grin curling his lips. His name leaves the lawyer’s lips as his head is pushed down and his mouth is filled with his cum. Choking around him as he tries to swallow it all, being pulled off his softening dick with a pop.
“Matt—” his voice is hoarse, broken from the abuse, licking his lips of stray liquids, his spit, his tears, Matt's semen, “thank you…”
Murdock holds him, dragging his head until his forehead bumps to his hip. Wiping his sweat soaked hair back, out of his face, trailing down his face to his lips, wiping his chin clean.
“Good… you did so good Dex,” the praise has him nuzzling into his skin, like they could sink into each other, he did good, he was good to Matthew, Matthew thought he was good.
They stay like that for a minute, maybe it was ten, maybe twenty, maybe a whole hour, but he’s content. Breathing him in, rubbing his face into scarred skin. He was good enough.
When Matt finally moves, he sits back on his hunches, looking down at himself. His pants slightly soaked, his hands neatly folded together in his lap. He doesn't look at Matt, but he feels him walk around him, surprised when he feels a hand land on his shoulder, tugging him backwards and up.
Stumbling to his feet, he follows when Matt guides him towards the couch. Allows Matt to push him down until he is laying on his back. Watch through dazed eyes as Matt peels off the rest of his clothes. The untying of his boots, then to his buckles, being thrown to the side as his pants and soiled boxers are pulled off.
Biting his lip as Matt sits between his legs, his left one being lifted up until his calf is over Matt's waist. His breathing starts to pick up as he feels two fingers circle the rim of his hole.
In a moment of panic, he grabs his wrist, stopping Murdock in his tracks, “I-I-I’ve never done this before—”
Matt pauses, head tilted to the side, then a small reassuring smile rests on his face, “it's okay, it's my first time with a man too, Dex.”
He shakes his head quickly, tightening his grasp on the other man's wrist, closing his eyes as he tilts his head away, “I’ve never done this… before.”
“Oh…”
Fuck… he ruined it, why couldn't he just shut up for once? He ruined his only chance of finding someone so perfect, so pure, he ruined his only chance of meaning something to someone. He starts to push himself away, wiping a stray tear running down his face, not daring to look at Matt.
“No– hey, Dex, look at me,” Matt grabs his face with both hands, cupping his cheeks as he gently tilts his head up, “it's okay Dex, you’re doing nothing wrong, Dex, I'm still here, I still want you.”
His eyelids flicker open and closed, breathing in shakily, Matt still wants him, he’s good enough, he did nothing wrong, he nods his head, leaning into the gentle hands that hold him. Relaxing onto the cushions as Matt slowly pushes him back down, palm flat against his chest as the other trails down his body. Rubbing small circles over his thighs, then back over his hole.
Both of his hands rest over the hand that's over his fast beating heart, holding him, afraid if he let go he would lose Matt. Watching as Matt spits onto his fingers and feeling as he pressed them back against his hole. Gasping when one breaches him, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he sinks into his knuckle.
“Matthew… I—” his line of speech is cut off with a cry when Matt sinks another finger into him, thrusting them in and out, curling inwards and pressing against a spot which makes him scream.
Arching his back and throwing his head back, “Matt—! Th-there!! Right there—”
“There you go sweetheart, doing so good,” the praise makes him shake, rolling his hips down, mouth dropping open as Matt pulls out and adds another finger, curling up and inwards again, and again, and again, “gods… you feel perfect.”
Dex sobs, drooling all over the cushion as he drops his head to the side, digging his nails into the hand on his chest. Words seem impossible to make out, his voice broken.
Choking on a moan when Matt wraps a hand around his hardening dick, rubbing at the slit, Matt's name leaving his mouth in broken whimpers.
“Cum for me Dex, you can do it,” Murdock whispers, leaning down until his lips press to his cheek, licking up his tears, kisses to his eyelids, up to his forehead, to his temple, “just let go, Dex.”
He thrashes against the body above him, back arching as he cries. It's too much. Shaking uncontrollably as he spills over his stomach. Throwing his head to the side until it stings, His legs twitch at Matt's sides, kicking and pushing away from the fingers still inside him.
Groaning as he finally relents, pumping into his one more time, scissoring and stretching him before pulling out. Small words of praise are whispered into his ear as he finally falls limp, satisfied.
The buzzing was gone, his thoughts blank, the only thing he could see and hear was Matt. Matt giving him a small grin, Matt sitting up on the couch and swinging his legs over it. Watching as he reaches for a dark bag he hadn't seen before.
Dropping his head back onto the armrest of the couch, looking up at the lightbulb. Whining as he feels the urge to break it, it's too bright, it's too eye-catching, he can't focus.
The lawyer places a soft cloth against his navel, wiping him down gently, making sure to not overstimulate him even more, “you doing okay, Dex?”
“Can you turn off the lights?” he murmurs, placing one of his hands over his eyes, he hears the other man get up and walk to the other side of the room.
He can't help but wonder if this was all a trick. Matt didn't care for him, he said it himself, Dex meant nothing to Matt, he was just a tool, a plaything. His breath hitches as he feels his hand become wet, lifting it up and looking at the small drops. Wiping his eyes, he realizes he’s crying.
Dex sits up, bringing his knees to his chest and burying his head into them, hugging his bare body. Sobbing out as he digs his nails into his skin.
“Dex? Hey— Dex, what happened, look at me, sweetie,” Matthew lifts his head, cupping his cheeks as he wipes the tears from his cheeks.
“I– I don't know— p-please… I want to be here with you— don't throw me away, I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet,” Dex cries, dragging his hands down his sides, shaking as he tries to look at Matt through foggy eyes, “I don't want you t-to leave me, I don't want you to ha-hate me… I want you to love me–”
Matt doesn't reply, just holds him, like that was enough, one hand at the base of his skull as he brings him forward. Resting his head into the crook of the lawyer’s neck. It felt oddly familiar, and he couldn't fight that feeling, it made him sick to his stomach.
“Dex I… shit…” Matt breaks off, squeezing him gently, nudging his head against Dex’s, “I– I don't hate you Dex… and I don't know if I can forgive you, but I don't hate you.”
Dex shakes as he clenches his eyes shut, it's not what he wanted but… it's something, it's enough. He nods in head, breathing in and out, counting to three before each inhale and exhale.
“Good, that's good, just breathe Dex,” he murmurs, trailing a hand that was around his waist down, flinching at the cold touch of his fingers over his bare ass, “breathe for me.”
And he does, he inhales, one, two, three, and exhales, one, two, three. Mouth dropping open in a low moan when Matt grinds their hips together. His hands grabbing for purchase on the devils back, over the many marks that are etched into his skin.
“Ma-Matthew— w-wait—” he’s not able to finish his sentence before Matt is pressing his dick to his hole, eyes widening at the sheer size he’s about to take, whimpering at the small ‘relax’ Matt says, nodding his head as he drops back down into his shoulder.
The press inside of him was slow, careful, mindful that this was his first time. Already panting when only the head of Matt’s dick was inside him.
“Doing so good for me, that's it, breathe,” he rakes his hand through his hair, petting him like some kind of dog.
Sinking into him more, inch by inch until their hips are pressed together. He feels full, so full he feels him in his throat. His legs are shaking at the constant pressure to his insides, whining when Matt grinds involuntarily inwards, hitting his prostate head on.
“P-please— wait— too much–” he finally gets out, it's not easy with his last two recent orgasms making everything all too sensitive, he feels every small twitch, every single time he breathes his body moves around Matt, Matt's hand holding him tightly.
Matthew whispers words of praise into his ear, fingers resting on his cheek, thumb wiping his wet eyes, his stubble scratching his face, “take all the time you need, Dex. I'm right here, I’ll always be here.”
Nodding his head, he waits until the overwhelming pressure has finally relented. Matt seems to know when it does, maybe because the way he finally relaxes all his muscles, maybe from his small sigh of contentment, maybe from the way Dex kisses his neck softly?
His hips retracting barely an inch before pushing back in, the small movement makes him cry out. Sniffling when Matt cooes into his ear, nuzzling his short hair back.
“You’re okay, nothing's going to hurt you while I’m here.”
He believes him. He believes him when he calls Dex a good boy. He’s good, he’s being good for Matt, and that's all that matters. Matt wouldn't lie to him, not now at least, has he ever lied to him? He can't recall.
His hands path their way up Matt’s back, over the knobs of his spine, over the marks he made, until he wraps them around his neck. Leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lips, a small sigh of relief when Matt turns his head to lock their mouths together. Tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Biting Matt's lip when he pulls out and thrusts back in.
He’s a good boy when he moans into his mouth. He’s a good boy when he grinds his hips down into the shallow thrusts. He’s a good boy when his hand reaches up to curl into his dark brown hair.
Parting from Matt's mouth to press their foreheads together and moan openly. A line of spit still connects them, it breaks when Matt licks his lips.
“You f-feel so good, so warm, so tight,” he groans before his lips trail down his face, pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, “I can't believe you haven't been laid before, you’re so pretty, so handsome, so perfect.”
He wants to pry more, what does he mean? He’s pretty? But before he can, Matt hits his prostate, making his toes curl, sobbing as he feels his whole body shake. He’s pretty, he’s handsome, he’s perfect, so, so perfect.
“Matt— f-feel so good, y-you make me feel so— g-good…” he keens, his voice broken, hoarse, resting his cheek on Matt's forehead, eyes rolling into the back of his head, “c-close… I’m close— g-give me… let me b-be yours—”
“You are, you’re mine Dex, all mine,” wrapping a hand around his leaking dick, thumb pressing down on the tip of his dick, “you don't need to ask, just let go.”
His hips rocking down became sloppy, faltering in pace. Biting his lip as he spills over both of their bodies, dissolving into pleasure as everything seems to stop. A shiver raking throughout his body. Finally falling limp, panting against his skin. Barely able to see anything through his hazy eyes.
He can feel his body being moved, his back pressed to the couch and his head resting on the arm rest. Whimpering as his hands grab and land on Matt's thighs, digging his nails into the skin when their hips grind together.
His heart pounds in his ears, fast and loud, he can't hear when Matt says his name, only acknowledging the muffled noise. Neck straining back as Matt lays a hand on his throat, squeezing gently.
Matt's hand feels heavy around him, like he belonged there, like he was always meant to be there, like the last pieces of the puzzle coming together.
He feels when the other man leans down and kisses his nose. Lips parting as their mouths meet, it's messy as he tries to focus. A small pathetic whine leaves his throat as he sucks Matt's bottom lip.
Matt's other hand reaches under his waist, lifting his hips up barely an inch as he drives into him deeper. Back arching as he cries out in overstimulation. Small thrusts into his body, chasing his own orgasm, grinding their hips together.
They both freeze as Matt finally finishes inside him. His cum filling him to the brim, spurts over his prostate and walls.
It's when Matt runs both of his hands over his hair, down his neck then over his chest does he finally squint open his eyes. Adjusting to the warm light of the setting sun creeping through the closed curtains. A small curl to his lips as he finds Matt's unseeing eyes looking down at him.
“Dex? Hey— hey honey, you back with me?” he whispers, returning his grin with a quiet chuckle, he lifts his hand and kisses his knuckles, “I’m going to pull out now, don't be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”
Nodding his head, he looks down at where they are connected, wincing at the slow drag of his cock leaving his abused insides. Groaning when they are apart, his cum leaking out of his hole slowly.
“I’m going to get up, I’m not leaving you, I’m just getting something to clean you, okay?”
Dex drops his head back, his eyes never leaving the lawyers, watching as he does what he says. Body peeling from his sweaty one. Legs untangling from his own, swinging over the edge of the couch and standing up. He watches until his line of sight is broken when Matt enters the bathroom.
He’s exhausted, his body hurts in the best way. Hearing when the shower is turned on from the bathroom. Tilting his head to the side when Matt finally exits. A towel around his waist, a small cloth in his hands.
He huffs out softly when Matt stands over him, watching him fall to his knees beside the couch. Hissing at the damp towel over his rim, wiping the cum leaking out of him.
“You’re okay…” Matt whispers, leaning up and over him to peck his cheek, “I’ve run the shower, you can… join me, if you want.”
His words can't make it out of his mouth, he wants to, he really does. But… What if he’s too much? What if he scrubs his skin too much? What if the temperature is too cold or too hot? What if—
“It's your choice Dex,” he murmurs as he wipes his stomach of drying semen, throwing the cloth onto the floor, Matt's hand pressing against his cheek, his knuckles brushing over the scar, up and down his face, “I won't be angry with you.”
He doesn't get the time to reply before Matt is standing up again. A hand wiping his hair back as he makes his way over to the bathroom. Light flicking on, door closing halfway, an invitation.
He lays there for what feels like an eternity. Dex sighs. Using all of his strength to sit up, swinging his legs over the couch and standing up on shaky legs. One step over the other. One at a time until he’s standing in front of the half closed door.
Slowly pushing it open, his eyes meet his own in the mirror. He looks tired, content, it feels right. Dirty blonde hair messy and sticking to his forehead. His gaze drifting to the opening door of the shower, Matt tilting his head with a small smile and an outstretched hand.
He bites his lip as he walks forward, one step at a time. Taking Matt's hand into his own and sighing out shakily. Stepping into the small space, shivering at the lukewarm drops against his face as he stands in front of Matt.
“Hey…”
“Is this… how it feels to be… normal?” he whispers, breath hitching when Matt crowds him to the shower wall, hands cupping his cheeks and kissing him softly.
“Hmph, maybe… but maybe it doesn't have to be,” Matthew hums, nuzzling his cheek, parting from his body to guide him to turn around, the palm of his hands splaying over the scar on his spine, “is it too cold or hot?”
Dropping his head forward to the wall, he shakes his head, “it's perfect.”