A nervous chuckle escaped Foggy. Matt’s eyes were as unfocused as ever, but Foggy was looking right into them. A dark sort of mischief was written all over Matt’s handsome features and Foggy felt his self-complacency waver.
“Torture without pain?” he asked, trying to keep his voice stable. “Is it tickling? I’ll have you know that when we were kids, Brett and my brother once teamed upon me, held me down and tickled me for 15 minutes and I did not make a single sound.”
Matt smirked. “It’s not tickling.”
Foggy let out a long breath. “Good, cause that was a total lie, I screamed the whole time.”
While Foggy jested, trying to steer the conversation into lighthearted territory again, Matt’s face was a bit unsettling. Sure, he was smiling, but there was a sinister edge to it.
Snickering, Matt tilted his head. “You shouldn’t tell your opponents how to make you scream.”
“Are we? Opponents?”
“In general terms, no,” Matt said. “At the moment, yes. You have a secret and I want it.”
Matt pressed himself hard against Foggy. Fun time was over, apparently. So Foggy took the challenge and asked bravely, “So, how? Not pain, not tickling. So what?”
“Oh, Foggy,” Matt tutted. “Pleasure can just be as much torture as pain.”
Raising a brow, Foggy snorted. “Really? You’re saying you can make people talk by getting them horny?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Matt’s lips curled into a sadistic smile that had no right to be so hot but still had Foggy’s manhood express its interest with a twitch. “I admit, I usually don’t do it since applying pain works just fine. For you, however, I’d be willing to make an exception.”
“I’m… honoured?” Foggy said, aiming for sardonic, but the nervous high pitch in his voice ruined it.
Matt chuckled darkly. Tilting his head, he pressed his cheek against Foggy’s, warm, almost comforting and tenderly. But the words whispered in Foggy’s ear belied the loving gesture.
“Last chance,” he rumbled. “Tell me the combination or you’ll regret it.”
A shiver rushed through Foggy’s whole form as Matt’s breath ran hot across his skin. Swallowing hard, Foggy tried to relax. He would not back down now and help Matt get to his suit. Of course, he knew that he could not keep Matt out of the safe forever since all he had to do was call Rand Enterprises, legitimate himself as the rightful owner of the safe and get a reset done. But this would take time, time Foggy and Karen could use to solve the problem with the gangsters without Matt daredeviling around. Plus, it was fun to outsmart Matt.
“Well, in case you still don’t know by now,” he said with bravado. “I’m very bisexual and you are very attractive. If you want to unleash your scary sex powers on me, I shall prevail.”
Part of Foggy still did not believe Matt would actually go through with it. He was not sure if he wanted that part to be right. But it was no longer his call anyway.
The confident smirk on Matt’s face transformed into something outright predatory but no less amused. In the next moment, Foggy found his wrists pinned above his head. It was a bit scary and very hot that Matt could hold both of them in place with one hand.
Matt must have noticed Foggy’s flustered state because the grin was back, insufferably self-satisfied - but also hot.
Yes, sadistic Matt, strong Matt, smug Matt - hot. No difference here to smart Matt and Dork Matt, really. Foggy was so screwed. Whatever Matt was planning, he was going to be incredibly hot while carrying it out.
Matt’s free hand tangled in Foggy’s hair. When he pulled, Foggy gasped loudly, before he could stop himself. If Matt kept that up, Foggy would not be able to hide his arousal for much longer. Then again, the arrogant bastard could probably smell and hear it already.
Sure enough, Matt repeated the move. Tugging harder on the blond strands this time, he got a similar reaction and hummed.
“Interesting,” Matt all but purred. “Would be better if your hair was longer though.”
“I apologize for getting a haircut and thus messing with your methods of torturing me,” Foggy said sarcastically.
“You’re forgiven,” Matt answered with infuriating generosity.
Before Foggy could give a sassy rejoinder, Matt used his hold on Foggy’s hair to tilt his head and bare his throat.
Foggy’s surprised yelp faded into a needy whine when Matt’s lips touched the vulnerable skin around his pulse point. Any hope to play unaffected died as Foggy’s hips twitched, swaying against Matt’s crotch. The tension left Foggy’s body and he all but melted in Matt’s arms.
If not for Matt’s teeth scraping along the slope between his neck and shoulder, just between pleasurable and painful, Foggy could mistake this for a dream. For one of his many many wet dreams about Matt Murdock, pushing Foggy against a wall to get his hands and lips all over him. But the sensations were too real and Foggy succumbed to them completely.
Vaguely, he was aware that Matt’s hand left his hair. It was no longer needed there anyway since Foggy would not dream of hiding his throat from Matt now. Not if presenting it came with Matt’s mouth working its magic on him. In an unpredictable pattern, alternating between butterfly kisses, teasing flicks of a clever tongue and small but sharp bites he attacked Foggy’s skin.
His trousers being unbuttoned told Foggy where Matt’s left hand had gone. The right still held Foggy’s wrists in its unrelenting hold, making it impossible to escape had he wanted to. He did not want to.
His pants and boxers fell, pooling around his ankles. Matt hummed contently when he found Foggy’s half-erection, apparently determined to turn it into a full one. Foggy moaned as Matt’s teasingly slid a knuckle along his shaft. It was not enough and Foggy had to bite his lip lest he beg for more. But Matt knew anyway. He continued gliding up and down Foggy’s manhood until precum gathered at the tip. Carefully, he thumbed at the slit, spreading the pearly liquid to ease his movements. When finally his long fingers circled around Foggy’s cock, grasping it fully, stroking firmly and evenly, Foggy couldn’t help the “Fuck, Matt!” that tumbled out of his mouth.
Foggy began to tremble. Matt’s hand worked on Foggy’s cock while teeth and tongue still were at his throat. Heat pooled in Foggy’s stomach, familiar but way more intense than usual. Each touch and movement of Matt’s fingers and lips caused a shiver down his spine and wracked his whole form. Foggy groaned as his eyes rolled back, ready to let go completely, hoping that Matt would hold him upright when his legs would inevitably betray him.
Suddenly, Foggy was cold. His cock still pulsated with need but there was no touch. Confused, he opened his eyes, looking into Matt’s grinning face. The bastard was still pinning Foggy’s arms against the wall, but he had taken a step back. His mouth was no longer on Foggy’s neck, his muscled body no longer pressing against Foggy’s soft figure and - even worse - he was no longer touching Foggy’s dick.
“Matt!” Foggy whined.
But Matt only kept smiling that infuriating smile. “You didn’t think I’d reward you for messing with my suit, did you?” he said. “Pleasure is a powerful way of control, especially its withdrawal.”
“You asshole,” Foggy breathed out. He should have known, really. It had been too good to be true. But for all his triumphant demeanor, Matt was not unaffected. Pearls of sweat adorned his forehead and temples, his breath was heavy and Foggy was sure to see a bulge in pants.
Matt did, however, fare better than Foggy who could hardly think. His cock was curving up his stomach - hot, hard, heavy and dripping with want. There was no chance to touch himself or get friction from Matt’s body so no matter how close he was to the edge, he could not jump himself.
Whimpering, he watched Matt’s hand come closer. Matt splayed it across Foggy’s chest and slowly let it wander downwards over the swell of Foggy’s stomach, nearing his nether regions again. This time, it came to no surprise that Matt halted just inches before touching Foggy’s dick again.
“It’s easy, Foggy,” he said. “Stop being stubborn and tell me your secret. Then I’ll help you.”
Closing his eyes, Foggy took a deep breath. Having Matt Murdock get him off was a tempting offer, but protecting him was more important. Heck, how would he feel if Matt brought him to completion now and then got into his silly costume and fled into the night?
“Secret, huh?” Foggy asked, voice high. “You want my secrets. Alright. I’m Luke Cage’s lawyer. Cool, huh? He followed me after I left Hogarth and her lot.”
“I know that,” Matt chuckled. “You told me right away, during your victory dance in the office.”
“Right.” Foggy nodded. “Jessica Jones is my client now, too.”
“I was there when you made her practice the sentence ‘Franklin Nelson is my lawyer and I won’t say another word until he is here.’ Frankly, I’m surprised she didn’t break your arm.”
“I fear she’s plotting,” Foggy sighed. “Oh, Wa…”
Matt’s index and middle finger on his lips silenced Foggy.
“You know full well what I want to hear,” Matt said. “Out with it.”
Sucking in a breath, Foggy shrugged. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Murdock.”
Matt sighed and grabbed Foggy’s chin.
“It looks like I have to take tougher measures here.”
There was no chance to process any of it. Lightning fast, Matt pulled Foggy off the wall and all but threw him on the bed. Even if Foggy had been in the right mind to touch himself, Matt would not have let him. Before Foggy had even sorted his limbs, Matt already sat on his chest while rummaging through his nightstand. Foggy was not really surprised that Matt was the type to have handcuffs near his bed. But it was astounding how quickly he had secured Foggy with them.
With a dramatic pout on his pretty face, Matt bent down. His nose brushed along Foggy’s and he tutted.
“I hate to do this, Mr. Nelson,” he lied - badly. “But you leave me no choice. Now… where were we?”
“You were failing at getting me to talk,” Foggy said with false bravado.
Smirking, Matt began unbuttoning Foggy’s shirt.
“I need you to remember, Mr. Nelson,” he said, voice like black silk. “That you brought this upon yourself.”