Frank stepped in through the doors of the cathedral. It was late, so as expected the church was empty. Empty except for one man kneeling in the pews, hands clasped together and murmuring something- one could assume a prayer- to himself. He looked delicious, on his knees with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his lips parted slightly as he whispered to himself.
“Red?” Frank said, quiet and far enough that any normal person would be unable to hear it. But Matt wasn’t any normal person.
He lifted his head but didn’t turn to look at Frank because- well- he’s blind, why would he. “Frank Castle?”
“Do you have a minute?” Frank began to walk forward until he made it to the end of Matt’s pew, there he could see that his legs were shaking. Matt must have been at this for a while.
“I- no. I’m clearly in the middle of something.” Matt huffed, letting his annoyance show. He turned his head to face Frank. He could see his reflection from Matt’s glasses, everything was a red tint, including himself, in those glasses. Almost symbolizing how he was a sinner and Matt was the ‘oh-so-perfect’ Saint.
“How much longer?” Frank sighed, sitting down in the pew but sticking to the end, keeping him and Matt separate by two feet. Frank rested his arm on the back of the pew, keep in his eyes fixed on Murdock.
Matt turned his head to face forward again, “till I’ve made amends-“
“Amends with god yada yada- Jesus Red when are you going to grow out of this religious bullshit?”
Matt’s nostrils flared, his irritated with Frank growing by the second but he couldn’t fight with him in this place it would be disrespectful. The best thing to do is just ignore him and continue. So he did, Matt clasped his hands back together snd started over with his prayer, the Hail Mary.
“Red.” Frank tried to interrupt his prayer again but Matt continued to pray, despite the ache in his legs. “Matt, this is serious.” He finally called him by his real name. But it changed nothing, the devil of Hell’s Kitchen continued to ignore him.
A fucking child. Giving me the silent treatment instead of paying any attention to what I have to say frank thought to himself, tapping his foot as he looked around the cathedral. Wasn’t a priest supposed to be there or something?
Matt tensed, the tapping of Frank’s foot becoming somewhat distracting. He didn’t know if this was intentional or not, but he retaliated by raising his voice slightly, keeping his concentration on the prayer “Holy Mary, mother of god..”
Frank noticed it. Right as Matt raised his voice he stopped his foot tapping. That’s when an idea, a mischievous idea to distract Matt pops into his head. He sure as hell will win this little war between him and Red.
Matt could feel Frank staring daggers into him until he was distracted by a smell. Arousal… Frank’s arousal. He could feel his voice getting caught in his throat as he heard Frank shifting closer to him.
Frank inched closer to Matt so that his knee brushed the back of Matt’s arm, he felt him jolt slightly at the touch. Matt had sensitive hearing, taste, and smell.. surely he also was sensitive to touch. Frank shifted even more so that he was sitting directly behind Matt, and Matt was kneeling between his legs. Just… facing the wrong direction.
Matt dug his feet into the ground, struggling to ignore Frank as he started the Hail Mary over again. All he could hear was Frank’s heartbeat and all he could smell and the taste was Frank’s arousal. Shit.
Frank brushed his fingertips along the back of Matt’s neck, barely even touching the hairs that stood there. Causing Matt to stutter over his words. He traced his fingers up and into Matt’s hair before abruptly grabbing it and pulling him back.
Matt stumbled off the kneeler, his aching legs unable to fight back and hold still. He landed right in between Frank’s legs, he scrambled, his hands on Frank’s thighs, and still facing away from him.
Frank leaned down whispered into Matt’s ear, “I need your consent to continue with this. Is this okay Red?”
Matt wanted more than anything in the world to say no- to believe he wasn’t horny as fuck right now, to believe his cock wasn’t already hard and the pain is only making it worse. “Please-” Matt whimpered.
“Please what?” Frank didn’t loosen his grip on Matt’s hair even a little bit.
“Please continue-“ Matt fisted a good chunk of Frank’s cargo pants, helping keep him steady once he finally released his hair.
“Get back at it then.” Frank leaned back watching the series of emotions flow through Matt.
“What do you mean?” Matt looked disappointed and confused “I- I gave consent-“
“Just do what I say Red.” Frank lifted a leg and gently kicked Matt so that he fell forward and climbed back onto the kneeler, clasping his hands together once more and waiting.”
“I asked you to continue Red.” Frank let out a sigh of irritation “listen, if you aren’t gonna do this right then I should just leave. This is a waste of my time.”
“Hail Mary-“ Matt immediately began, much louder than before as a way to announce to Frank that he was doing it “Full of grace…”
Frank just sat there. Letting Matt say the whole prayer while he did nothing to him. Just watched as his aching legs trembled.
“Amen,” Matt concluded and stopped.
“Again.” Frank sighed “keep going until I tell you to stop.” And so, Matt started again. This time you could hear the frustration in his voice, as clear as day.
Halfway through the prayer, Frank returned his fingers to the back of Matt’s neck, hearing Matt’s breath hitch made his cock jump a little.
Matt listened intently, trying to figure out what Frank’s next move was, but he did nothing, leaving his fingertips just above Matt’s neck. Not even touching him. It felt like fire. He leaned back slightly without stopping his prayer, getting Frank’s fingertips to touch him.
Frank traced his fingers from Matt’s neck, around and down his chest. Stopping where his nipple is underneath his thin collared shirt. He circled it slowly and softly. Matt’s entire body was already trembling.
“Jesus Red you’re so sensitive. I bet I could make you cum right here and now huh? Would you do that for me?”
“Yes,” Matt gasped.
“Focus Red.” Frank reprimanded “but that’s too bad because you’re not going to.”
“What-” Matt started before remembering that he needed to pray and continued “pray for us sinners now-“
“I like that line,” Frank murmured into Matt’s ear and flicked at his nipple causing Matt to grunt as he suppressed his moan. “I want to hear your sounds, Matthew.”
“We’re in a church-“
“And you consented. I want to hear the sounds you make as I touch you.” Frank pinched Matt’s nipple causing Matt to instinctively jerk but he continued “p-pray for us sinners now..”
Matt could feel Frank’s hot breath against his skin. He was like the devil, using his temptations against him. Condemning him to hell for eternity.
Frank licked along Matt’s neck and up to his ear as he continued to play with his nipple.
“Christ Frank-“ Matt whimpered as Frank bit his neck gently and removed his hand from his nipple to begin unbuttoning his shirt with ease.
There he was. Shirtless and exposed in a church of all places. Not for baptism, but to be used and toyed with.
Frank traced lines along with his various scars, they were rough compared to his softer skin. “You Catholics are all such fucking masochists,” Frank chuckled, “you think you’re closer to god that way?”
Matt couldn’t find it in him to respond. His mouth was on autopilot, reciting the prayers like second nature. Shivering as Frank traced his hand down Matt’s abdomen and rested at his waistband.
“I bet you want me to take you right here and now. You don’t care if anyone sees you- hell I bet you’d like if your priest walked in on me fucking you into the pew.”
Matt was shaking violently as Frank’s fingers passed his crotch and began to knead his thighs. He separated his hands and grasped the pew in a desperate attempt to keep himself steady, “Frank- fuck please”.
Frank removed one of his hands from Matt’s thigh, letting his fingers ghost the zipper of his dress pants. Matt responded by leaning back and resting his head on Frank’s shoulder, his breathing uneven and shallow.
“I want to hear you say it.” Frank twisted his head to suck and bite at Matt’s exposed throat, causing the other man to whine and squirm.
“Just- jerk me off- fuck me- do something”
“How vulgar Matt, I bet your ‘god’ would be disappointed.” Frank kissed the forming hickey on Matt’s neck “I bet he’s watching right now, this is his place of worship after all. He’s watching you- judging you right now.”
“I said it Frank, Christ-“ Matt started, he just wanted to get this over with at this point. But was unable to continue speaking when Frank unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Gasping as the cool hair hit it. “I’m gonna come, Frank-“
“Not yet.” Frank squeezed his cock “you’re so pretty Red, if only you could see yourself.”
Matt was tense, doing everything in his power to try and not cum. But his skin and sense of touch were so sensitive and precise. He could feel the thick callouses of Frank’s fingers as he traced his finger along his skin, he could feel every minuscule movement Frank made and- shit. It was too late.
Matt came with a soft moan, white stripes of his cum painted his chest and onto Frank’s hand. He was lulled into a sweet blissful state and relaxed against Frank’s chest.
“I never gave you permission to cum, Red.” Frank sighed, hiding the shock at how little it took to get the lawyer to climax. Frank gathered some of the cum from Matt’s abdomen with his pointer and middle finger, lifting them to Matt’s lips.
Matt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his brain barely functioning post-orgasm, and opened his mouth to question what Frank was doing.
Before Matt even had the chance to speak, Frank shoved his cum covered digits into Matt’s mouth. He gagged, struggling to push Frank’s hand away.
“Taste it. Taste the mess you made in this beautiful place of worship, Red.”
Matt groaned around his fingers, letting his eyes flutter shut, already feeling his cock harden again.
“What am I going to do with you?” Frank thought aloud to himself and used his other hand to rub Matt’s cheek, You disobeyed me after all.” He shifted his hand down and squeezed the catholic’s throat lightly, not enough to cut off any air. Finally, he removed his fingers from Matt’s mouth “turn around to face me.” Frank demanded.
Matt shifted around on his knees, his legs still aching until he was facing Frank.
“Would it be okay if I removed your glasses, Red?”
Matt grinned “You’re being so polite for once, Castle. Did I finally win you over with my charms?”
“I just jacked you off, what do you think smartass?” Frank removed Matt’s glasses anyways, revealing his dark, lifeless eyes. Fuck he’s so pretty like this. Frank started to unzip his cargo pants.
Matt felt his heart drop to his stomach. Sure- he fooled around a bit with Foggy in college but he never sucked someone off- he never even thought about trying it.
Matt sat still when Frank’s thick cock was out. “Open wide.” Frank tapped the bottom of Matt’s jaw. He stayed still, frozen, his brain short-circuiting.
“What, now you’re gonna stop? What you scared Red? Afraid you can’t take a little cock down your throat?”
Matt opened his mouth, causing Frank to grin. He knew the bratty little masochist wouldn’t back down from this challenge.
“Tap my leg twice if it gets to be too much sweetheart.” He hoped Matt hates the new nickname as he grips his hair and shoves his chock down the catholic’s throat without a warning.
Frank fucked into Matt’s throat like he was just some kind of toy, gripping his hair and slamming into him. Matt struggled to take his length, gagging constantly and completely unable to breathe.
“Use your nose sweetheart.” Frank groaned as he thrust into Matt’s hot, right mouth. Spit started dripping from Matt’s mouth and he gripped tightly on Frank’s pants.
“Shit- Frank panted as he came down Matt’s throat without bothering to warn him. Matt pushed against him trying to get Frank’s cock out of him but Frank held him still. “This is a great way to shut you up, Red.”
Matt could feel the warm fluid pass through his body and it made him shiver. When Frank finally released his grip on Matt’s hair, letting Matt pull away, he could gasp and sputter for air, before he fell onto his hands.
Frank tucked himself away and shuffled out of the pew. “I’ll see you later Altar-boy”.
“Wait- Castle-“ Matt’s throat had been fucked raw so his voice was raspy, but he was able to stop Frank in his tracks “What were you going to tell me?”
I agree with the message but?! this is tone deaf coming from one of the elitist, most prestigious fashion events in the world. you are rich to even be invited, an event where the ticket is literally $30,000.... I’m gonna eat YOU
None of you people understand the actual reality of how much the ultra-rich hoard. Aoc is not even a blip on the radar of rich. Aoc grew up poor in the bronx and continued to work as a bartender while she was on the campaing trail.
Is she wealthier than the average person? Yeah. No shit sherlock. But does she qualify...as RICH?? My fam...my guy....my bud.....the answer is simply No.
Aoc wants to tax the 1%. The people who can afford to buy space programs, influence elections and send countries to war.
She is not referring to...like....lil nas x here. Shes referring to jeff fucking bezos.
Please learn the difference between BEING WEALTHY (aoc) and being RICH (bezos, gates, etc)
For the love of god. SHE DIDN’T PAY FOR HER TICKET!!!!! OR her dress!!! She was invited by a designer who fucking paid for all of that shit!!! This is SO embarrassing!!!! Do you guys not fact check ANYTHING you read?? This is your level of critical thinking skills??????????? Yeah working class hero AOC paid $35k to go to a rich person costume party in a dress that said Tax The Rich and at no point did she or any of her staff think “hey maybe paying $35k to do this will make u seem like a hypocrite.” Of COURSE THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!!!! This is literally LITERALLY what they are playing on Fox News right now you are all literally regurgitating right wing propaganda without a thought in the world. Please for the love of god when you see something that seems ridiculously out of character or doesn’t make sense, FACT CHECK IT!!!!
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