The brighter sun and the easier lays

And this, much to your exasperation, seems to extend to the bedroom as well.

Especially as Matt's hips bully against your backside, a little rougher than you find yourself used to. Its different than frank, fast drawbacks, punctuated with heavy and hard snaps forward. Its just the way Matt fucks after a fight, burning out the repressed anger, letting the devil out to play. Each cruel thrust jolting you forward, pushing you to take Frank deeper into your mouth with how you rest slumpt forward between his thighs.

"Aint doin it how she likes red" Frank huffs, hand tangled into fucked-messy hair to keep it from your face as you choke on a spittled cough.

And Frank isnt wrong- this isnt going to get you off. You've tried crawling forward, tried running from the harsh pounds against your cervix, just for a little breather but Matt hasn't once relented. His fingers simply tightening around your waist to pull you back. To make you take nothing other than what he wants to give. There's pleasure in the pain, but never enough to tip you over.

Matt just scoffs, rough and ragged "Nawh but who's inside her frank?" his hand slaps down on your ass making you gag in surprise. Franks cock soaked down to his balls in saliva as you pull off to heave in some air. Matt's hands kneeding over the fresh slap, the skin hot beneath his touch making you whine. "Whos fucking her Frank? Cause it isnt you."

When you mewl, attempting to shift just a little, Matt's arms tug you up from the bed and Franks cock completely. They wrap just beneath your tits, a slight squeeze toward your ribs that Matt hear make your heart stutter. The second your back hits the sweaty expance of his chest his thrusts pick up again, thumping and harsh, a tiny bulge prodding at your lower belly with the force.

"S' not him is it sweetheart?" Matt mocks in your ear as you look helplessly at frank, desperate sounds squeaking out of your throat. "No. You see that Frank?, see s' my messy little pussy"

"That right red? Its yours? That why she aint cum yet?"

Your skin burns at the way they bicker and push eachothers buttons like you aren't even there. Like your pussy isnt dripping down the length of Matt's cock and squelching audibly. His arms loosen then, pushing you back down as frank moves from the mattress. Your fingers curl against the pillow you just about reach as he thrusts a few more times deep and slow before the critical stare must get to him and he grunts out what is frankly a killshot.

"Christ Frank, you think you can do better?"

And yeah, frank does. The quiver of your cunt at the mere suggestion only serving to irritate Matt more. He pulls out abruptly, your chest heaving a sigh of relief as he stands beside the bed to jerk his cock.

"Damn fuckin right i do" the words come from behind you, just before franks calloused hands find your skin. Even the way he holds your hips feeling totally different to how the devil had handled you.

You share a hiss as he pushes in, hole already gushing around the newer stretch of Frank's girth, mind focusing on the comfort of him. Franks familiar scent enveloping you as he drapes himself over your back, lips finding the bump of your neck. You know immediately lasting long isnt on the cards now as frank sets his pace, mewls and moans filling the bedroom differently to the yelps and sobs matt had drawn.

"Feels better now don't it sweetheart?" he gruffs, knocking into that gummy spot that makes your legs weak and a broken moan claw from your throat. "Yeah, yeah i know baby, i jus' know how to touch you ain't that right"

Your head bounces in a nod, mewling. Pleasure comes at you quick and intoxicating, each drag of franks cock inside your walls pushing it higher. "P-Please" you cry, teeth biting into a pillow to muffle the sounds.

"Please what sweetheart? You tell red over there what you need. What my cock does to you."

Matts free hand tangles in your hair then, pulling yoy free of the bitten fabric. The thundering thump of your pulse filling his ears as much as the debauched slap of franks balls meeting your cunt. "Go on sweetie, say it. Tell me."

He tastes the salty tang of your tears as they must bead in your eyes, a broken sound cutting off a moan. "T-to cum! Oh fu-fuck.. Want to c-cum S' good..please"

Matt chuckles, dark and deep, tugging the strands of your hair just a little harder. "You hear that frank? Poor thing wants to cum"

Theres no words needed as one of franks hands move, snaking beneath you to rub at your thoroughly aroused bud. The friction makes you jolt, sob and tremble as the coil quickly grows close to snapping. A chorus of 'yes yes yes' joining the soaked slaps and grunted growls. It rolls over you harsh and almost unexpected, intense in every way as your body locks up and cunt clenches wildly.

But you should know nothing is ever as simple as that, not when the two men you're sharing yourself with are Daredevil and the Punisher themselves.

A rough chuckle slips through the haze of your come down making your skin burn.