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bakerstreet2016-09-27 10:07 pm
moosejuice) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-27 10:07 pm
[ Better take this opportunity while it's here because this is rare. ]
[Very much a dominant partner. Also a Dom, if you're interested in something like that. (Please PM if interested in something BDSM-y so we can hash out some things first!)]
(How about Diane and Patchouli relaxing near an inn, or maybe outside while bathing and things get a little hot and heavy between them? No dominance required if that's not your thing.)
(Not a problem! Did you wanna start us off or should I?)
As discussed, Matt arrives at Bucky's apartment around in the evening after work, still wearing his suit and clutching the cane in his hand a bit tightly as he enters the apartment.
Yes, they've done this a few times already, and yes, he trusts Bucky fully, but Matt always feels just a bit nervous whenever they agree to do this. Giving up power so completely isn't easy for him; he's used to finding ways to constantly be in control of the environment around him. Knowing that's being taken away and put into someone else's capable hands can be difficult, though it's that difficulty that also makes it so appealing to him in the first place.
Being with Bucky this way gives Matt a chance to let go of the worries and stresses of his life, if only for a little while. The law firm and Daredevil aren't important when they're together.
He craves that just as much as the pleasure he finds in the acts themselves.
"Hey, Bucky. I'm, um, ready to start whenever you are," he says, placing the cane and his tinted glasses aside straight away as he always does when he first arrives.
Yes, they've done this a few times already, and yes, he trusts Bucky fully, but Matt always feels just a bit nervous whenever they agree to do this. Giving up power so completely isn't easy for him; he's used to finding ways to constantly be in control of the environment around him. Knowing that's being taken away and put into someone else's capable hands can be difficult, though it's that difficulty that also makes it so appealing to him in the first place.
Being with Bucky this way gives Matt a chance to let go of the worries and stresses of his life, if only for a little while. The law firm and Daredevil aren't important when they're together.
He craves that just as much as the pleasure he finds in the acts themselves.
"Hey, Bucky. I'm, um, ready to start whenever you are," he says, placing the cane and his tinted glasses aside straight away as he always does when he first arrives.
"Sure." Normally, Bucky moved nearly silently, a leftover of his time as the soldier. However, for Matt, he makes sure to step heavily enough that he can be more easily heard - yes, he knows Matt can probably hear him even if he's trying to be quiet, but there's no reason to strain him.
He crossed the living room to Matt, reaching out to touch his shoulder, orienting them both. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "When did you last eat?" He moved past Matt and into the kitchen. "Sit, I'll make you a sandwich." It was worth it, especially on nights when Matt came here directly from work, to give him a chance to unwind and relax before they started anything even approaching play.
There was no point getting started right away when Matt so tense, so worried about the day. And Bucky liked taking care of his subs anyways.
He crossed the living room to Matt, reaching out to touch his shoulder, orienting them both. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "When did you last eat?" He moved past Matt and into the kitchen. "Sit, I'll make you a sandwich." It was worth it, especially on nights when Matt came here directly from work, to give him a chance to unwind and relax before they started anything even approaching play.
There was no point getting started right away when Matt so tense, so worried about the day. And Bucky liked taking care of his subs anyways.
He turned his head toward Bucky, eyes not quite focused on his face. He didn't need to hear footsteps to know exactly where the man was; his heartbeat was enough. Still, Matt appreciated the gestures, knew that the efforts to be loud enough and the liberal use of touch were offered to make him feel more comfortable.
"I'm okay. Work was pretty busy today," he replied, following Bucky into the kitchen.
"What about you?" Shrugging out of his coat, he hung it on the back of the chair before sitting down. He wouldn't object to a little something to eat first. At the office there often wasn't time to eat properly, after all.
"I'm okay. Work was pretty busy today," he replied, following Bucky into the kitchen.
"What about you?" Shrugging out of his coat, he hung it on the back of the chair before sitting down. He wouldn't object to a little something to eat first. At the office there often wasn't time to eat properly, after all.
Bucky shrugged, "The usual. Keeping Steve in line, mostly." Bucky didn't technically need to work - Peggy had made sure that royalties paid into a special account. He wasn't as well-off as Steve, but he had no lack of money. Also, he wasn't able to hold down a job, really. He was still Bucky Barnes, still the former Winter Soldier. He was by no means anonymous.
Bucky poured Matt a glass of water, pushing it across the counter to him before starting a perusal of the fridge for sandwich ingredients.
Soon enough, he was putting together a turkey sandwich - efficiently. If Matt could see, he would probably compliment its looks. Bucky finally sliced the sandwich in half then pushed the plate over. He leaned against the counter, picking at the slicked turkey still in the bag. He'd already eaten, so this was mostly just snacking because he could.
"Did you get up to anything interesting today, or just the usual boring stuff?"
Bucky poured Matt a glass of water, pushing it across the counter to him before starting a perusal of the fridge for sandwich ingredients.
Soon enough, he was putting together a turkey sandwich - efficiently. If Matt could see, he would probably compliment its looks. Bucky finally sliced the sandwich in half then pushed the plate over. He leaned against the counter, picking at the slicked turkey still in the bag. He'd already eaten, so this was mostly just snacking because he could.
"Did you get up to anything interesting today, or just the usual boring stuff?"
Something was off even before they began.
Danny usually takes it easy on him when they face each other. There's a sort of grace in the way he spars that leads to more blocks and easy throws, leading himself away from taking most hits until Matt wears himself down and the blond can take him down in a grapple.
Today, there's blood on the mats-- bruised knuckles and swollen mouths, heat blooming under the dull ache of unprotected skin. Matt always fights with a coiled sort of brutality that Danny rarely reciprocates. But now Danny's blood is up, pulse quick and motions quicker, fierce in a way that even his opponents never see...
Matt's lucky he's one of the few that can hold his own against it.
Danny usually takes it easy on him when they face each other. There's a sort of grace in the way he spars that leads to more blocks and easy throws, leading himself away from taking most hits until Matt wears himself down and the blond can take him down in a grapple.
Today, there's blood on the mats-- bruised knuckles and swollen mouths, heat blooming under the dull ache of unprotected skin. Matt always fights with a coiled sort of brutality that Danny rarely reciprocates. But now Danny's blood is up, pulse quick and motions quicker, fierce in a way that even his opponents never see...
Matt's lucky he's one of the few that can hold his own against it.
Matt can feel the change in the air. Maybe it's throwing him off, or making him more aware than he usually is when they do this. He never has to be all that focused - they fall into a routine and while Danny sometimes does something to make Matt think, it always ends with Danny letting him win or Danny taking him down gracefully.
Not today. Being on the receiving end of Danny's offence isn't easy. Matt can hear Danny's otherwise calm pulse racing, can smell the blood, and every hit that lands on him he feels his body giving in. After another hit of knuckles cracks against his jaw, Matt steps (stumbles) back and holds up a hand. He doesn't mind this. This is how fights usually go for the Devil and the practice is good, but -
"Just ... Time out," he says. "Give me a moment."
Not today. Being on the receiving end of Danny's offence isn't easy. Matt can hear Danny's otherwise calm pulse racing, can smell the blood, and every hit that lands on him he feels his body giving in. After another hit of knuckles cracks against his jaw, Matt steps (stumbles) back and holds up a hand. He doesn't mind this. This is how fights usually go for the Devil and the practice is good, but -
"Just ... Time out," he says. "Give me a moment."
Danny halts his next move, dropping back into a neutral stance, reaching to thumb at the corner of his stinging mouth. He hadn't been blocking, he'd hardly even tried-- but that was a bit like Matt's own style wasn't it? Lead with your face and see how many hits you could get in?
"Does that work in real fights too?" He licks across his teeth, willing his breathing to slow, and maybe his pulse too, but his his control seems to be a little less than perfect today. Keyed up, and even sparring doesn't seem to take the edge off.
"Does that work in real fights too?" He licks across his teeth, willing his breathing to slow, and maybe his pulse too, but his his control seems to be a little less than perfect today. Keyed up, and even sparring doesn't seem to take the edge off.
"You'd be surprised."
It wouldn't. Well, maybe, if Matt were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of Elektra or Frank. Something about Danny's tone irks him, though. Something about Danny in general today. Now that they've stopped, Matt can feel the protest in every part of his body.
"I think we're done." Whatever's going on in his partner's head, Matt doesn't want to be flattened because of it. He's a good fighter, but he's no champion of earth, either. Matt's supposed to be the one that punches his problems away - not Danny. "I'd like to be able to still hit the streets tonight."
It wouldn't. Well, maybe, if Matt were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of Elektra or Frank. Something about Danny's tone irks him, though. Something about Danny in general today. Now that they've stopped, Matt can feel the protest in every part of his body.
"I think we're done." Whatever's going on in his partner's head, Matt doesn't want to be flattened because of it. He's a good fighter, but he's no champion of earth, either. Matt's supposed to be the one that punches his problems away - not Danny. "I'd like to be able to still hit the streets tonight."
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