It is very typical of them and the annoyance in Matt's voice feels like a win in a weird way, though Frank isn't here to tease him into oblivion. He wants this too, or else he wouldn't be here so quickly, would he?
"Alright," he agrees simply, offering one last kiss to Matt's shoulder before his hands slip to his hips instead, making Matt turn to face him. He presses up close but doesn't kiss him yet, leaning in and pushing back until Matt's back hits the wall with more force than necessary. Eyes scan down Matt's body, taking note of all the new bruises and injuries already, pleasure curling in his gut as he soon covers Matt's body with his own roughly, gathering him up for a heated kiss as they press together.
Matt feels a new surge of desire for Frank, hands roaming the solid body pressed against him as he kisses Frank back. His hands rest on Frank's hips and he presses his fingers in hard, because Matt's determined not to be the only one to walk away from this with some tell-tale marks.
"I liked it," he breathes out, breaking the kiss so he can trail his mouth along Frank's neck and throat. "Putting on the suit again, hitting him, making him hurt."
He welcomes the rougher dig of fingers, muffling a groan of his own against Matt's mouth because of it, hips twitching forward too. They're both used to the aches and pains that come with their line of work, and Frank isn't sure he'd know what to do with his body without it anymore. At least the marks he gets from Matt are a pleasant reminder.
The confession earns a quiet hum from Frank, fingers twisting through wet hair as he tilts his neck for that wandering mouth. He grinds forward harder, pressing Matt forcefully into the tiled wall again and again, like he likes hearing it.
"Yeah? Felt good?" he confirms lowly, his other hand raking nails down Matt's side and to his thigh where he grabs and tugs him forward harder. "He deserved it, didn't he? Bet you could've kept going and going and going..."
His reply is a throaty sound as he seeks out Frank's mouth for another hard, biting kiss. In the morning, he'll feel bad about finding so much pleasure in it, but right now there's nothing he likes more than hearing how much Frank enjoys it.
"You know I have good stamina," he says, smirk evident in his voice.
This is part of the darkness that they both understand well, and it doesn't have to mean anything other than some fuel in the heat of the moment, but Frank knows Matt will probably have to pray about it later. If he still prays. Either way, he isn't the one to judge in this situation.
Frank smiles some against his mouth and offers another lazy roll of his hips. "Yeah, I do. You still got it in you, old man?"
He can't help but tease, both of them older and a little slower than they used to be.
There's a lot he wants right now but number one is fucking Matt, so he's struck by an idea in the moment. Hands squeeze Matt's hips before drawing back so he can force him to turn again, pushing him face-first toward the wall.
"Spread your legs."
It's all he'll order before he's kissing and biting his way down Matt's body, getting down onto his knees so he can work his mouth and tongue between his cheeks instead.
Matt doesn't need to be told twice. He braces his hands against the wall and sucks in a breath of anticipation, releasing it at the warm, slick feeling of Frank's tongue.
"Jesus, Frank."
Not that he's complaining. The words are followed by soft sound, and his abs clench against the wave of sensations against sensitive skin.
He's improvising here but also going with the flow, wanting to claim Matt like this when he's reveling in his darkness. He presses up with his mouth insistently, licking into him and getting him wet with his mouth, with his tongue, hands aggressive with the way they hold and tug him back toward his face. He knows Matt's sensitive all over, more than the average person, and he's happy to give him whatever will scratch his itch the most.
He draws back to replace his mouth with wet fingers instead, pressing up into him as his mouth turns to offer a possessive bite to his ass instead.
Matt readjusts his weight, toes curling at the introduction of Frank's fingers. He reaches back to push his fingers through Frank's hair and give it a tug.
"Tease," he says, fondly if not impatiently. He knows it has to be done, and Matt likes to believe he can handle anything. He'll appreciate Frank's care in hindsight.
The tug to his hair makes him smile and he looks up at Matt from this angle, squinting against the shower water as his fingers press in deep and long, stretching him out.
"What, want me to actually break you in half when I fuck you?" He asks with another kiss to Matt's rear, then his hip, where he ends up biting against a bruise that already exists there.
Leave it to Matt to still want a bit of danger in the bedroom (or... shower, in this case), and Frank knows him well enough to understand he can take it. When he's back on his feet, he teases with one last deep press of his fingers inside, before he's grabbing Matt's hips again to draw him back toward him forcefully.
"Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he says lowly, rubbing up between his legs. In truth, Frank's pulse is racing with excitement and he wants this too, though he's still careful when he begins to press inside of him, large and thick and a lot to take with little preparation. He gives it to Matt though, hands bruising where they hold him, pressing forward until they're flush together and he can bend his head down to his shoulder with a groan.
Matt clenches his teeth, fingers digging into the space between the tiles. He can feel every small movement, each inch Frank pushes in more, each nerve firing off in pinpricks of pleasure and pain.
He shifts his hips and a breathy moan slips from his mouth, reaching to grip Frank's wrist to anchor himself.
Frank knows it's a lot so he waits a minute, reaching around Matt to slide his palm warm against his cock too, hoping to balance out with pleasure. His mouth stays latched onto Matt's neck where he bit earlier as hips draw back and forward again, moving until he feels Matt's body get used to the intrusion, only moving quicker once he can.
The water is still hitting their sides and Matt's body is warm and slick and wonderful, and it's so easy to get lost in this.
That's what Matt likes so much about it, that it's a lot. He doesn't do anything in his life by halves, and neither does Frank, and Matt's never let down by it.
He presses his cheek to the wall, the cold tile offering a quick relief from the heat of the steam and blood rushing through his body. The corner of his mouth turns up in a self-satisfied smile even as his jaw starts to go slack from the mounting over-stimulation. He lets it wash over him and maybe it's too soon, but it pushes him over the edge, gasping out a choked sound as his body shudders away all its built up tension.
Overstimulating Matt seems to always work out and Frank knows what buttons to push by now, having made him come countless times at this point in their relationship, fuzzy as it may be at times. That smile says it all and it burns a hunger in Frank too, knowing he's enjoying it, that he wants this.
His hand strokes Matt through it when he spills over and Frank isn't too far behind him, pressing low groans into Matt's skin as his hips roughly buck forward and he shudders into him. He breathes hard against Matt as he nuzzles into the new mark on his neck, grinding into him just to tease him with the sensitivity.
"Record time, I think," he can't help but comment, smiling into his skin.
There's an inhale of breath and his muscles twitch in protest at any more stimulation, but Matt doesn't seem to mind it. He leans his weight against the wall, catching his breath and letting out a half-hearted laugh.
"Maybe you just weren't trying hard enough before."
Or maybe a year apart took away any self-control they might have had before. Matt's not going to split hairs. When he feels like he has some control of his legs again he nudges Frank back so he can turn around, pressing a hand to Frank's chest to feel the rise-and-fall of his breathing.
Frank's heart is still racing a bit by the time Matt turns around but he feels far more relaxed as well, smiling at Matt and how at ease he looks now. Hands come around his body to hold him close, one pressing into the big bruise he saw earlier.
"Sue me," he retorts stupidly, leaning in to kiss him on the lips slow and easy. "I came here to see how you were handling shit. I guess really well, huh?"
God, he's relieved that Matt caved in at last, and maybe that's wrong of him to enable this behavior, but Frank's never been of the mindset that Matt should stop. He needs this. Needs the bloody fists and adrenaline and sense of justice. He didn't go over the line, even if the temptation was there.
Hands caress over his ass as he moves them so Matt's under the spray to rinse off, tipping his head back and watching him fondly. He has no idea if Matt can tell when he does that.
"You're already thinking about doing it again, aren't you?" Whether he means sex or a fight is unclear.
That gets a real laugh from Matt, unashamed at being called out so easily. It's one thing he knew about Frank right away, that the man can read people and clock them in an instant. It probably doesn't help Matt's case that they have eight years of familiarity.
"Sue me," he says, grinning up into the spray of the shower.
Even Frank can't stop grinning at the reaction, in a good mood for once, rare and indulgent. He'll take it while it lasts. Besides, it's good seeing Matt in a good mood too.
Frank rinses off too, pushing hands back through his hair - shorter now, no longer long and unkempt - and then he's brushing his hands down Matt's front too, clocking any new bruises that weren't because of him.
"You need help finishing the job?" he asks, curious, because he didn't hear any reports of the guy actually getting caught. "Or finding him, at least."
Matt raises his eyebrows. He shuts turns off the shower, stepping out to grab a towel for himself before throwing one at Frank.
"I thought you didn't want to get involved."
Not that he's saying no, and Muse probably deserves to be on the receiving end of Frank's gun more than most people, but he hasn't forgotten Frank's dismissal of him a few days ago.
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"Alright," he agrees simply, offering one last kiss to Matt's shoulder before his hands slip to his hips instead, making Matt turn to face him. He presses up close but doesn't kiss him yet, leaning in and pushing back until Matt's back hits the wall with more force than necessary. Eyes scan down Matt's body, taking note of all the new bruises and injuries already, pleasure curling in his gut as he soon covers Matt's body with his own roughly, gathering him up for a heated kiss as they press together.
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Matt feels a new surge of desire for Frank, hands roaming the solid body pressed against him as he kisses Frank back. His hands rest on Frank's hips and he presses his fingers in hard, because Matt's determined not to be the only one to walk away from this with some tell-tale marks.
"I liked it," he breathes out, breaking the kiss so he can trail his mouth along Frank's neck and throat. "Putting on the suit again, hitting him, making him hurt."
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The confession earns a quiet hum from Frank, fingers twisting through wet hair as he tilts his neck for that wandering mouth. He grinds forward harder, pressing Matt forcefully into the tiled wall again and again, like he likes hearing it.
"Yeah? Felt good?" he confirms lowly, his other hand raking nails down Matt's side and to his thigh where he grabs and tugs him forward harder. "He deserved it, didn't he? Bet you could've kept going and going and going..."
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"You know I have good stamina," he says, smirk evident in his voice.
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Frank smiles some against his mouth and offers another lazy roll of his hips. "Yeah, I do. You still got it in you, old man?"
He can't help but tease, both of them older and a little slower than they used to be.
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Matt grinds back against Frank, nipping his teeth along Frank's jaw.
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"Spread your legs."
It's all he'll order before he's kissing and biting his way down Matt's body, getting down onto his knees so he can work his mouth and tongue between his cheeks instead.
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"Jesus, Frank."
Not that he's complaining. The words are followed by soft sound, and his abs clench against the wave of sensations against sensitive skin.
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He draws back to replace his mouth with wet fingers instead, pressing up into him as his mouth turns to offer a possessive bite to his ass instead.
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"Tease," he says, fondly if not impatiently. He knows it has to be done, and Matt likes to believe he can handle anything. He'll appreciate Frank's care in hindsight.
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"What, want me to actually break you in half when I fuck you?" He asks with another kiss to Matt's rear, then his hip, where he ends up biting against a bruise that already exists there.
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"Please, Frank -"
Because if trying to boss him around isn't going to make Frank move any faster, Matt's not above resorting to begging.
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"Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he says lowly, rubbing up between his legs. In truth, Frank's pulse is racing with excitement and he wants this too, though he's still careful when he begins to press inside of him, large and thick and a lot to take with little preparation. He gives it to Matt though, hands bruising where they hold him, pressing forward until they're flush together and he can bend his head down to his shoulder with a groan.
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He shifts his hips and a breathy moan slips from his mouth, reaching to grip Frank's wrist to anchor himself.
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The water is still hitting their sides and Matt's body is warm and slick and wonderful, and it's so easy to get lost in this.
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He presses his cheek to the wall, the cold tile offering a quick relief from the heat of the steam and blood rushing through his body. The corner of his mouth turns up in a self-satisfied smile even as his jaw starts to go slack from the mounting over-stimulation. He lets it wash over him and maybe it's too soon, but it pushes him over the edge, gasping out a choked sound as his body shudders away all its built up tension.
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His hand strokes Matt through it when he spills over and Frank isn't too far behind him, pressing low groans into Matt's skin as his hips roughly buck forward and he shudders into him. He breathes hard against Matt as he nuzzles into the new mark on his neck, grinding into him just to tease him with the sensitivity.
"Record time, I think," he can't help but comment, smiling into his skin.
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"Maybe you just weren't trying hard enough before."
Or maybe a year apart took away any self-control they might have had before. Matt's not going to split hairs. When he feels like he has some control of his legs again he nudges Frank back so he can turn around, pressing a hand to Frank's chest to feel the rise-and-fall of his breathing.
"I knew you missed me."
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"Sue me," he retorts stupidly, leaning in to kiss him on the lips slow and easy. "I came here to see how you were handling shit. I guess really well, huh?"
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"Mm, you know me, Frank," he says into the kiss. "I'm good at rallying."
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Hands caress over his ass as he moves them so Matt's under the spray to rinse off, tipping his head back and watching him fondly. He has no idea if Matt can tell when he does that.
"You're already thinking about doing it again, aren't you?" Whether he means sex or a fight is unclear.
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"Sue me," he says, grinning up into the spray of the shower.
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Frank rinses off too, pushing hands back through his hair - shorter now, no longer long and unkempt - and then he's brushing his hands down Matt's front too, clocking any new bruises that weren't because of him.
"You need help finishing the job?" he asks, curious, because he didn't hear any reports of the guy actually getting caught. "Or finding him, at least."
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"I thought you didn't want to get involved."
Not that he's saying no, and Muse probably deserves to be on the receiving end of Frank's gun more than most people, but he hasn't forgotten Frank's dismissal of him a few days ago.
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"I was in a bad mood that day," he explains, as if that was it. "I'm still working on-... everything else."
The bullets with his symbol on them, the corrupt cops, and all of that. That feels like a bigger hurdle to jump over.
"One guy's different than a bunch of assholes in one huge system."
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