This Ain't No Choir

lost in it

And they were just fidgeting at each other's clothing and everything felt too warm and it felt too hot and Matt couldn't help but grip the man's dark black hair and couldn't help but leave a soft moan out his lips as his jacket he'd somehow still worn was thrown to the ground and his neck was being kissed oh so tenderly the fabric of his shirt being pulled down more until it slipped down his body, he couldn't help when he tugged at the man holding him still and keeping him steady as if Matt was so close to melting on the floor to melting like hot water and it was as if instinct in him like part of his nature to tug at the man's belt and tug and it was so fucking hot to, yeah you guessed it

Frank.

It was such a turn on to see this man, Matt Murdock yearn for him and his touch only and open up so nicely a part of him Frank had only seen in the bedroom their first time. But now Frank knew he knew what had happend he'd done his own research and he knew it was because he was an Alpha, and not just any Alpha an Apex Alpha and it's why he knew he could have so much control and it's why he knew why he then didn't why he then just gave into the lust and need to 'breed' to 'mate' because he knew that this man, fuck this wonderful wonderful man in front of him, lips raw and filled with need was what he'd needed and he'd promise himself he wouldn't let anyone have or take this man.

He wouldn't and hadn't given up.
Even if that sounded cheesy.

Matt pulled Frank for another deep kiss and he groaned in it, eyes closed and breathe heathing in the darkness of the apartment that was Frank's. They both did, they both mouthed each other's mouths both craved each other's touch and then Frank felt those smooth hands run up his chest and trace his pecks and then slip in his shirt and he fucking loved it and let it happen because this was Matt, Matt wanting more, wanting to feel to touch.

And then the fabric was on the ground and then they were tripping over each other but made it to the bedroom somehow and they had both struggled to lay one another down but Matt ended up on the bed first on his back, pants still on.

And then Frank let his own hands roam, and then he found himself stopping and staring at this man under him. The way his breathing halted and picked up as Frank's hands touched his body, or the way he had his eye's closed shut and his hands gripping the bed sheets.

Matt was nervous

Matt was....was

Scared.

Matt Murdock, DareDevil, the man without fear was..scared in front of Frank and Frank stopped because he.. he was worried.

Matt was still visibly shaken up by what had happend on the ally just a while ago. It was as if someone had taken all his strength to fight and all his will power and left him weak and useless like the weak and pathetic blind boy he used to be. And it was because of being an Omega... And now Frank a man he thought he trusted before who used him when he told him he wasn't ready for...'sex' who he made it clear to had sex with him. And bothered and followed him relentlessly and he hasn't known to the depths of it all really why he had done it. Not really.

And everything was just piling down onto him, everything was just too much and for once he was showing emotions, true emotions in front of somebody because fuck it, everyone cries sometimes, and every one breaks sooner or later.