It's what I deserve

[sockdere]

WHAT I DESERVE how to play - no blank comments! your character announces exactly what they believe they deserve. with a full chest. zero dishonesty. for good. for bad. for the worst. - does everyone agree? - tread lightly, triggers may pop up.

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[ricochetingbullets]

Then put that mouth of yours to better use than just yapping away.

[He leaned in to kiss Matt.]

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

Weren't you the one who was supposed to be wearing me out?

[Still, he grabbed Dex to kiss him fiercely in response to maybe shut him up in return.]

[ricochetingbullets]

[He was going to say there was still plenty of time for that when Matt kissed him back and did a good job of shutting Dex up and making most of his thoughts fly right out of his head. He did have to admit Daredevil was a pretty good kisser.

One of his hands came up to wrap around the back of Matt's neck while the other slipped under his shirt.]

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[Every time this happened, he hated himself just a little more but fuck it. His life was broken in full measures so why not go for broke. That was why he kept kissing Dex, why he let him come to his place--and even invited him to it--because it was a place to focus for a little while and feel something. Even if it was just exhaustion, rage, pleasure and the feel of rough fingers on his skin. He kissed hard enough to hurt and felt no remorse for that.]

[ricochetingbullets]

[Dex tried not to think too hard about the fact that he was sleeping with one of his sworn enemies. But his life had been in shambles for years, so who cared if he made it even more complicated by adding in sex with Matt into the mix? At least it let him feel something, anything for a few minutes that wasn't wrapped up in just pain and rage like everything else in his life was.

He could feel that bruising kiss and it was enough in this moment for Dex. So was the way his fingers ran over Matt's skin, feeling the hard muscles and numerous scars underneath his fingers. He wondered if the one at Matt's shoulder was from the time he'd stabbed a pair of scissors there.]

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[What sometimes stuck with Matt was Dex calling himself Matt's greatest enemy in that holding cell and the amount of pretentiousness that had held. Dex wasn't his greatest enemy at all; he was just the one who had cut the deepest on a single night that had exorcised one of the only good parts of Matt's life in hideous fashion. He didn't forgive it. He'd let Dex burn if he was on fire. But fuck it.

He kissed Dex hard because that was the only way he ever wanted to. He wanted to make it hurt for the both of them. Rough fingers found scars and Dex had left a few but most of the marks on him were from others and he idly wondered if someone as seemingly territorial as Dex was bothered by that. If he was? Good.]

[ricochetingbullets]

[Dex pulled his own shirt off and let it drop to the floor. This was about the only aspect of his life he didn't feel the compulsion to keep neat, tidy, and in order. Probably because whatever he had going on with Matt was as messy as it got. He knew this was going to end badly. But until then? He'd keep coming back for more, being able to feel something remotely good amidst all the bad that made the rest of it up.

Dex really was territorial when it came to the people in his life. He saw them as 'his', belonging to him somehow, and Matt was no exception. He leaned in, running his tongue over one of the scars that ran along Matt's collarbone.]

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

[Matt didn't care much about the various pieces of clothing strewn around his apartment while they started to undress. It was chaotic but then wasn't all of this? He knew on every level what a mistake this was and he couldn't really explain to himself why he kept doing it. Maybe as some self flagellation for his own perceived sins or maybe because sometimes it was the only thing that didn't feel like he was sleepwalking through his life. Either way. It didn't matter.

The scar Dex found wasn't one of his. Some he remembered more than others and he chuckled even as he threaded his fingers tightly in Dex's hair.] Don't get cocky. That one wasn't you.