Words: 1,020Summary: Foggy is mad at Matt, so he decides to tease him. Foggy's POV: I've been sleeping off our last court case that lasted almost three weeks. Knocked me on my ass. We won, but sometimes I just think if it really is worth all the trouble, the tiredness, the non-existent social life. I was finally able to close my eyes when I heard a loud crash from outside Matt's room. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. I had been staying at his apartment for a little while now since mine was flooded. "Matt? Is that you?" I said as I sat up slowly. I could feel the cold floor hit my bare feet. It sent chills through my body. No answer from him. Nothing. "Hello?" I said now in a lower, more whispered tone as I reached Matt's closet. He told me the first time I came over that there was a gun on the top shelf just in case. He apparently had been having a problem with people breaking in while he was at work. I flinched as I could hear someone scurrying just beyond the door. I could feel my body shiver as I slowly opened the closet door. "Shit," I said in a low groan as I caught the box the gun was in before it hit the ground. I could feel my hands shake, and my palms were sweating as I picked up the gun. I tiptoed out the living room. Cringing at every creak the wooden floor would make. Silently cussing each time. "Hey asshole hands in the air. I have a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it," I said, happy that the stranger was turned away from me so he wouldn't see my shaking hands. No response. He just stood there. "Hey, did you hear me. I said I have a gun," I said as I clicked the safety off. That got his attention. "Now raise your hands, and get on your knees," I said as I saw him start to sway on his feet. I took a step forward as a loud thud rung out throughout the apartment. He was now on the floor. Not moving. Not saying anything. My breathing was fast as I kneeled down next to the strange, tall man. I could feel panic rise inside me, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking as I lifted my hand to his mask. As I slowly pulled it off his face, I could see the blood all up, down his body, and the bruises on his face. I felt my breath hitch. "Holly shit." Matt's POV: "Mmm fuck" I said in a low groan as I stirred awake. I attempted to sit up, but a pain shot up my body, stopping me in my spot. The familiar feeling of a blanket covered my half-naked body. I was home. I made it home. The familiar scent and feeling of the couch I was laying on confirmed that for me. "Oh good your awake. Now I can yell at you" the familiar voice said. "Shit. Foggy listen I can explain" I said as I tried to pull myself up. "No shut up Matt. I speak not you" He said as I heard him pace back, and forth. Here comes the questions."Are you even blind Matt?" Foggy said as he continued to dig a hole into my floor. Before I could respond he was already at it again. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Foggy said with an attitude. "One" I said as I rolled my eyes. "I might be blind but I know your flipping me off" I said with a slight chuckle to try, and ease the tension. "Foggy?" I said as I laid in complete silence. He hadn't said anything. "Foggy ple-" I was mid sentence when all of a sudden I felt cold hands on my blazing hot chest. "F-foggy, what are you doing?" I said in a whisper like we were in front of other people. I could feel my face heat up as I felt the weight of Foggy as he wrapped his legs around me and was now sitting on my lap. "Shut up, Matt," he said in a deep voice I had never heard from him till now as he started grinding on me. "F-fuck," I said as I felt chills roll down my spine. I bit my too hodl back moans, I could feel my nails digging into Foggy's hips to push him down into me for some friction."Don't hide your moans, pretty boy," Foggy said as he leaned in. I could feel every movement that he made. My senses were going insane. I've never felt like this before. I felt like I was going to explode. "Shit, Foggy," I said breathlessly as I arched my back and thrusted my hips up. I needed more friction. More movement, more everything. I just needed Foggy. "I'm going to cum Foggy" I said as I kept moaning, I could feel the sweat roll down my face as my breathing became faster, and it was getting harder to breathe. I was going crazy. I felt like I was going to explode. "You don't get too. Not now," Foggy whispered in my ear as he got off of me. I groaned at the loss of contact. "What the fuck Foggy" I said a little pissed off that he riled me up for no reason. "Sorry love, but you don't deserve anymore of my attention. You pissed me off," He said as he scurried down the hall to my room. I could hear him chuckle as the door locked behind him. I may not be able to see him, but I know for a fact that he is smirking big time.
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