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.
āRed?ā Frank said, quiet and far enough that any normal person would be unable to hear it. But Matt wasnāt any normal person.
He lifted his head but didnāt turn to look at Frank because- well- heās blind, why would he. āFrank Castle?ā
āDo you have a minute?ā Frank began to walk forward until he made it to the end of Mattās pew, there he could see that his legs were shaking. Matt must have been at this for a while.
āI- no. Iām clearly in the middle of something.ā Matt huffed, letting his annoyance show. He turned his head to face Frank. He could see his reflection from Mattās glasses, everything was a red tint, including himself, in those glasses. Almost symbolizing how he was a sinner and Matt was the āoh-so-perfectā Saint.
āHow much longer?ā 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, ātill Iāve made amends-ā
āAmends with god yada yada- Jesus Red when are you going to grow out of this religious bullshit?ā
Mattās nostrils flared, his irritated with Frank growing by the second but he couldnāt 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.
āRed.ā Frank tried to interrupt his prayer again but Matt continued to pray, despite the ache in his legs. āMatt, this is serious.ā He finally called him by his real name. But it changed nothing, the devil of Hellās 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. Wasnāt a priest supposed to be there or something?
Matt tensed, the tapping of Frankās foot becoming somewhat distracting. He didnāt know if this was intentional or not, but he retaliated by raising his voice slightly, keeping his concentration on the prayer āHoly Mary, mother of god..ā
Frank noticed it. Right as Matt raised his voice he stopped his foot tapping. Thatās 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. Arousalā¦ Frankās 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 Mattās 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. Justā¦ 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 Frankās heartbeat and all he could smell and the taste was Frankās arousal. Shit.
Frank brushed his fingertips along the back of Mattās neck, barely even touching the hairs that stood there. Causing Matt to stutter over his words. He traced his fingers up and into Mattās 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 Frankās legs, he scrambled, his hands on Frankās thighs, and still facing away from him.
Frank leaned down whispered into Mattās ear, āI need your consent to continue with this. Is this okay Red?ā
Matt wanted more than anything in the world to say no- to believe he wasnāt horny as fuck right now, to believe his cock wasnāt already hard and the pain is only making it worse. āPlease-ā Matt whimpered.
āPlease what?ā Frank didnāt loosen his grip on Mattās hair even a little bit.
āPlease continue-ā Matt fisted a good chunk of Frankās cargo pants, helping keep him steady once he finally released his hair.
āGet back at it then.ā Frank leaned back watching the series of emotions flow through Matt.
āWhat do you mean?ā Matt looked disappointed and confused āI- I gave consent-ā
āJust do what I say Red.ā 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.ā
āI asked you to continue Red.ā Frank let out a sigh of irritation ālisten, if you arenāt gonna do this right then I should just leave. This is a waste of my time.ā
āHail Mary-ā Matt immediately began, much louder than before as a way to announce to Frank that he was doing it āFull of graceā¦ā
Frank just sat there. Letting Matt say the whole prayer while he did nothing to him. Just watched as his aching legs trembled.
āAmen,ā Matt concluded and stopped.
āAgain.ā Frank sighed ākeep going until I tell you to stop.ā 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 Mattās neck, hearing Mattās breath hitch made his cock jump a little.
Matt listened intently, trying to figure out what Frankās next move was, but he did nothing, leaving his fingertips just above Mattās neck. Not even touching him. It felt like fire. He leaned back slightly without stopping his prayer, getting Frankās fingertips to touch him.
Frank traced his fingers from Mattās neck, around and down his chest. Stopping where his nipple is underneath his thin collared shirt. He circled it slowly and softly. Mattās entire body was already trembling.
āJesus Red youāre so sensitive. I bet I could make you cum right here and now huh? Would you do that for me?ā
āYes,ā Matt gasped.
āFocus Red.ā Frank reprimanded ābut thatās too bad because youāre not going to.ā
āWhat-ā Matt started before remembering that he needed to pray and continued āpray for us sinners now-ā
āI like that line,ā Frank murmured into Mattās ear and flicked at his nipple causing Matt to grunt as he suppressed his moan. āI want to hear your sounds, Matthew.ā
āWeāre in a church-ā
āAnd you consented. I want to hear the sounds you make as I touch you.ā Frank pinched Mattās nipple causing Matt to instinctively jerk but he continued āp-pray for us sinners now..ā
Matt could feel Frankās hot breath against his skin. He was like the devil, using his temptations against him. Condemning him to hell for eternity.
Frank licked along Mattās neck and up to his ear as he continued to play with his nipple.
āChrist Frank-ā 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. āYou Catholics are all such fucking masochists,ā Frank chuckled, āyou think youāre closer to god that way?ā
Matt couldnāt find it in him to respond. His mouth was on autopilot, reciting the prayers like second nature. Shivering as Frank traced his hand down Mattās abdomen and rested at his waistband.
āI bet you want me to take you right here and now. You donāt care if anyone sees you- hell I bet youād like if your priest walked in on me fucking you into the pew.ā
Matt was shaking violently as Frankās 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, āFrank- fuck pleaseā.
Frank removed one of his hands from Mattās thigh, letting his fingers ghost the zipper of his dress pants. Matt responded by leaning back and resting his head on Frankās shoulder, his breathing uneven and shallow.
āI want to hear you say it.ā Frank twisted his head to suck and bite at Mattās exposed throat, causing the other man to whine and squirm.
āJust- jerk me off- fuck me- do somethingā
āHow vulgar Matt, I bet your āgodā would be disappointed.ā Frank kissed the forming hickey on Mattās neck āI bet heās watching right now, this is his place of worship after all. Heās watching you- judging you right now.ā
āI said it Frank, Christ-ā 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. āIām gonna come, Frank-ā
āNot yet.ā Frank squeezed his cock āyouāre so pretty Red, if only you could see yourself.ā
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 Frankās 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 Frankās hand. He was lulled into a sweet blissful state and relaxed against Frankās chest.
āI never gave you permission to cum, Red.ā Frank sighed, hiding the shock at how little it took to get the lawyer to climax. Frank gathered some of the cum from Mattās abdomen with his pointer and middle finger, lifting them to Mattās 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 Mattās mouth. He gagged, struggling to push Frankās hand away.
āTaste it. Taste the mess you made in this beautiful place of worship, Red.ā
Matt groaned around his fingers, letting his eyes flutter shut, already feeling his cock harden again.
āWhat am I going to do with you?ā Frank thought aloud to himself and used his other hand to rub Mattās cheek, You disobeyed me after all.ā He shifted his hand down and squeezed the catholicās throat lightly, not enough to cut off any air. Finally, he removed his fingers from Mattās mouth āturn around to face me.ā Frank demanded.
Matt shifted around on his knees, his legs still aching until he was facing Frank.
āWould it be okay if I removed your glasses, Red?ā
Matt grinned āYouāre being so polite for once, Castle. Did I finally win you over with my charms?ā
āI just jacked you off, what do you think smartass?ā Frank removed Mattās glasses anyways, revealing his dark, lifeless eyes. Fuck heās 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 Frankās thick cock was out. āOpen wide.ā Frank tapped the bottom of Mattās jaw. He stayed still, frozen, his brain short-circuiting.
āWhat, now youāre gonna stop? What you scared Red? Afraid you canāt take a little cock down your throat?ā
Matt opened his mouth, causing Frank to grin. He knew the bratty little masochist wouldnāt back down from this challenge.
āTap my leg twice if it gets to be too much sweetheart.ā He hoped Matt hates the new nickname as he grips his hair and shoves his chock down the catholicās throat without a warning.
Frank fucked into Mattās 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.
āUse your nose sweetheart.ā Frank groaned as he thrust into Mattās hot, right mouth. Spit started dripping from Mattās mouth and he gripped tightly on Frankās pants.
āShit- Frank panted as he came down Mattās throat without bothering to warn him. Matt pushed against him trying to get Frankās cock out of him but Frank held him still. āThis is a great way to shut you up, Red.ā
Matt could feel the warm fluid pass through his body and it made him shiver. When Frank finally released his grip on Mattās 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. āIāll see you later Altar-boyā.
āWait- Castle-ā Mattās throat had been fucked raw so his voice was raspy, but he was able to stop Frank in his tracks āWhat were you going to tell me?ā
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.... Iām 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 DIDNāT 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 āhey maybe paying $35k to do this will make u seem like a hypocrite.ā Of COURSE THATāS 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 doesnāt make sense, FACT CHECK IT!!!!
actually you know what. i know that everyones kind of gotten on the small dick spencer train lately, which is fine and good and sexy, but i feel like we've all kind of been sleeping on the potential that big dick spencer has. like he's a good bit longer than average and he's got such a big, pretty cock, but he can't actually use it for the life of him š„“ just imagine the humiliation of making fun of him for having such a big dick that's actually completely useless cause all he's good for is getting fucked, degrading him and telling him what a waste it is, what a shame he's so big yet he can't even fuck anyone properly cause all he's good for is getting his little hole filled š
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