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Trudging out of the bed, and from your grasp, he grunted at the shoulder wound he had sustained. Shallow enough, you made short work of it just hours previous, stitching him as clean as your disrupted slumber would allow. 

Trudging out of the bed, and from your grasp, he grunted at the shoulder wound he had sustained. Shallow enough, you made short work of it just hours previous, stitching him as clean as your disrupted slumber would allow. 

Your head rose from the pillow “Be careful that you pop it open” you mumbled, even if he knew that already. He’d often underestimate that he was a human of flesh and blood, not some bodiless martyr who didn’t have to worry about experiencing pain.

“Yeah yeah” He motioned that he understood with the flail of his right hand. 

A smirk would arise from you, as you savored the scent of the pillow against your face.

Standing high on the ball of your feet, you brewed a plan to help your battered partner, watching as he sauntered off to the kitchen for a drink. 

The scars and bruises that lay scattered along his back and neck never failed to rouse you, the way they moved with Matt’s skin as he stretched his muscles and brolic frame. He didn’t deserve anything less than special treatment for his hard work, you thought.

Stretching for a considerably long time, you gave chase toward the kitchen behind your limping duck. He was too occupied with the pounding sensation in his muscles and temples to sense your secondary agenda.

Having cracked open the beer with his teeth, bottle cap circulating the counter aimlessly, a sigh would suffice after a much needed first sip. 

“Shitty german beer is the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast, huh?” you swept behind him, hands finding their landing gently atop both heated shoulders.

“God, why does everyone say that?” Matt almost spat as he chuckled, baffled that you would insult his beloved go-to remedy. His laugh seemed to reverberate throughout his body as your ear pressed into his back. 

Giving a muffled response, your arms wrapped tighter across his chest “Just saying, you could do better.” 

Your eyes meandered across his taut, scarred skin, soaking in the moment of having him so close. The man dedicated to jumping rooftops and holding the weight of this city’s safety on the shoulders you kissed. 

An irrefutable plan aligned with your thoughts.

“Why don’t you lay down?” Pecking another kiss to his neck, you pushed him past the counter, walking with him to the couch. While loathing the way you felt watching him practically limp, you simultaneously retained the eager urge to take the pain away, even just for a moment.

Beer still in hand, he steadied it on his chest, groaning on the way down as he parked himself. The couch pillow would suffice in supporting his head. He looked so pretty from your angle, hair parted across the forehead in a halo, strewn out resembling a fallen angel. 

Kneeling down beside him, you admired further, earning a silent grin of acknowledgment from Matt. It was often that he appreciated your reassuring eyes, it told him that you loved what you saw, despite the harrowing thoughts he met frequently about his appearance.

You began studying the stitch job having been managed earlier “How does this feel’ grazing a finger around the warm skin, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Wincing slightly after taking another swig, he brought up a hand slowly to rub your arm.

“Bearable, thanks to you.” He grinned cutely.

“But it could be better, right?” 

“No, no, you do it well, honey–’’

“I’m not talking about the stitches…”  You tried to make him understand just what you were insinuating.

His expression read that he wasn’t quite on the same page, yet a love-drunk smirk remained, amused at your lingering presence. Heat bunched around your face, trying to figure out where to lead next. 

Praying he finally picked up on your heightened temperature, you took initiative, if your tone and body language weren’t enough of a hint.

You stood up straight off your knees, posture much like a soldier as you stared down at the comfortable outstretched man.

 “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” 

Amusement would be replaced with puzzle “Baby, wh–” his quant confusion followed with lost words were silenced by the shuffling of feet below. Reaching one leg up and over, you began assuming the position to straddle Matt.

With your legs bent and pelvis methodically rested just below his crotch, you didn’t require acute hearing to notice Matt stifle a breath. 

Poor little Matty’s mouth was agape, hands trying to remain stagnant at his sides, afraid what they’ll do once groped around your hips. He took a moment to collect himself, hoisting any shred of wit from the abyss, because all he could focus on was the aggressive heat signature right in front of him.

“Ma’am, I don’t think you’re sitting correctly” He dryly chuckled, flicking his tongue out to wet his lip.

A devilish scoff would emerge from you, to the excitement of Matt as his chest rose and fell quickly.

“Oh, you mean like this” Scooting upward, you sighed right before settling down on him, pussy finding some semi-hard stability to rest on.

Mouth still teetering from open to shut, Matt grunted at the warmth his cock received, the best aid in hardening the rest of the way. Groaning at the contact, you loved the sheer feeling of his blood rushing into the muscle below.

A moment came and went before Matt spoke his racing mind.“I appreciate this, but, ‘m a little too sore right now, sweetheart,” he grinned, coupled by a whiff of dismay. 

Your eyes rolled, courtesy of your own impatience “ who said anything about you doing the work?”

Reaching down with a welcoming smile, Matt joined you in a much-awaited kiss, growing sloppier by the second. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, beginning to raise his hands in effort to cup your face, until you stopped him. 

“Nuh-uh, rest, baby” you mumbled against his lips, setting his arms down.

At the thud of his limbs against the leather, he huffed in anticipation as you began the circular drone of your hips. The rock solidity below felt white hot against the throb of your cunt, Matt definitely feeling it, entrancing him.

He threw his head back, jaw twitching in unison to his widened mouth at the velvet friction. Steady whimpers danced off those flushed, whore-ish lips he owned, feigning to string words together. 

“Baby–please…” His pleas were translated instantaneously into silk to your ears, chewing your lip ever so slightly. He sounded adorable under your spell.

“Tell me what you need, Matty.” you silently managed, speech starting to fail you as well. Steadying yourself by placing both hands on his kneecaps, you reached into that animalistic side and drilled harder against his cock, now creating a rhythm.

It was getting difficult to focus, his eyebrows now stitched together simply at how great the fabric melding with the force you provided felt. Soon the arousal seeping out of you gave way through your underwear with the help of friction, Matt adding that wet texture to his mental list of word obstruction.

Eyes rolling back into shut lids, he was utterly lost in the pleasure. “Don’t stop, angel” 

His hands were clammy, a sheen of perspiration covering his already warm, sore skin. Taking notice of their boredom, you grabbed both and led them up the trail of your torso to your breasts. Something to fondle as every stroke of your hips caused near insanity, heat building rapidly in either of your abdomen.

Lower lip tucked uneven by his teeth, Matt couldn’t help but match your rhythm, even if it was a miniscule attempt. Pre-cum was well soaked into his boxers, every jut of his own hips causing more to leak. His cheeks were stained pink, low pants and tensing belly reading clear he was to cum any moment.

Although it was a damn near perfect feeling knowing he’s enjoying it, you couldn’t resist giving him more. Even if it meant halting your own climax, today was supposed to be about him in particular.

His palms and fingertips were glued to the hot flesh of your thighs, prepared to grope them to tide himself in during the inevitable. Bracing yourself for his disappointment, you slowed your thrusts. With the loss of that passion came his incessant whining.

“Baby–no–please…” Matt’s tone was high pitched, betrayal scribbled in those hungry eyes. His dick rutted up into nothing after you removed yourself, sighing deeply at the loss of your comforting warmth. You crept away as best you could, legs trembling slightly while you positioned between his thighs.

“Aw, were you close?” Mocking in a similar pitch, your fingers glided across his waistband side to side.

All he could manage was a strangled scoff, flailing a hand in exhaustion. He looked right on the brink of tearshed, a lonely frown accompanied by a tortured glint in his eye. ‘Cause edging your lover at a time like this was pure evil, he thought.

“I’ll give you somewhere better to finish, wait, baby.” 

Your fingers tickled as they went below the hem, pulling the boxers just low enough for Matt’s weeping cock to make its reveal.

Grunting open mouthed at the sudden air meeting his wetted tip, he felt it pulsate with need. It ached to be tugged and made cum.

 “ ‘m so hard f’ you, please, let me cum” he begged, in the same tone as previous, involuntarily twitching his pelvis upward. The burning that stilled in his stomach was slipping away, it made his head spin at the loss.

Having enough with his torturous whining, you genorously gripped the base, hollowing your mouth. The sound of your tongue flicking just outside your lip caused a soft grunt from Matt, ready to feel you whole. Tasting your scent in the air, he could sense the longing in the way you arched your back below him, that mental image proving deadly once your lips were attached.

A curse would fall from the edged man after you smeared the still pumping pre-cum all over your tongue. Licking his tip clean, you took the first couple inches, moaning as you sucked gently. You now felt the desperation of his cock once in your mouth, veins pulsing under your tongue. 

Now receiving the pleasure he yearned for again, Matt was completely blissed out, groaning as his hand found your hair. “ don’t stop, don’t stop–” he found himself whimpering as the fire returned to his being.

Sheathing most of his member into your throat, your hand stroked the base as you kept a rhythm with the pump of your lips. This combo proved just about enough for Matt, bucking his hips with your rough mannerisms. Tears began to blur your vision, even behind tightened lids, grunting as you bobbed faster. 

The noises were obscene, so much so that they were all he needed. Matt’s jaw would widen as he cried out, face-fucking you as he fell hard into climax. Like clockwork, your jaw was sore, but the sensation of his cum enveloping your tongue before swallowing made it bearable. You jerked him off as you guided him the rest of the way, sitting up to watch the last drops of fluid coat the pink tip. 

Matt groaned as his breath began to steady, drenched in sweat. Your perfect angel was now corrupt, hair clinging to his temples, vulnerable as his cock softened before you. 

“Feeling better now?” you giggled while wiping your stained mouth as best you could.

Even if you too were spent, it only mattered if Matt was satisfied with his care.

“100 percent, thank you” he quietly said, puckering his needy lips to motion you back to him. Happily obliging, you kissed him hard, moving the strands of hair away from his forehead.

“Let’s get you into the shower next, hm?”

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