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Fucking is when Matt and Dex are fighting or roughhousing and either one or both parties get off during it.

It's entirely up to Matt which of them gets to get off when, and it's not something up for debate, not that Dex would ever dream of starting one even if he were rock hard and dripping (which he usually is).

Because getting off is not the main event when they fuck. The fighting is, the violence is, the thrill of a hunt, of a chase is. They don't start a fight with the intention of getting their rocks off, they start a fight and get their rocks off as a side effect. Coming is never implied as a promise for Dex when they're moving into that direction and he knows that and Matt knows that he knows and it gets him so damn hot.

Dex is usually already excited before they get into it properly and then Matt will feel himself getting worked up minute after minute in return, and by the time he has Dex against a wall or on the floor or generally sandwiched between himself and the nearest available hard surface, the world will narrow down, Matt's control will fray and everything unimportant starts to fade away. And if Dex then takes Matt's hand to guide it to his throat, earnest and hopeful, by then Matt's cock will be straining painfully hard against the material of his suit and he'll think fuck. Alright, baby, alright. I know, I got you.

It's filthy and bloody, and shouldn't be half as hot as it is. Dex is so very eager like this and the rougher Matt gets, the easier Dex becomes.

They know each other's body in and out, better than they know themselves and it shows.

Harder? Matt would murmur, so low it becomes sinful.

Dex would groan with blood and a grin painting his face. Yeah.

Despite Matt controlling the pace, despite it always being his tight fist enclosed around Dex's hardness and getting him there in rough, ungenerous, irregular strokes, they're equals in this setting.

They're not equals when they have sex.

Sex is different. Sex is for Matt.

If fucking is about what Dex needs, then sex is about what Matt wants.

Sex has rules. And for the first time in any aspect of their relationship, the rules are for Matt and not for Dex.

Rule one is that it needs to be in Matt's bed, in his apartment. Not a hotel bed, not Dex's bed, not the couch. Matt's bed.

Because Matt is proprietary and territorial like that and sometimes he gets to pretend that what they're doing implies more about what they could be than what they actually are.

Rule two is that Dex has a safeword. He never uses it, has never used it before and likely never will. But Matt had installed it into him once in the beginning and told himself it made a difference, despite his nagging suspicion that Dex wouldn't know how to use it even if he needed to.

And Matt can tell when Dex needs to. Dex takes the whole thing with great distrust, he's timid and unsure and easily rattled. All of the sudden, Matt's attention is too much for him, too much softness and too much praise and the more time Matt takes with him (and Matt always takes more time, because fucking is a quick business and sex is not) the more he unravels.

Matt takes hours and hours going down on Dex, moving him however he wants, making him do things and doing things to him. Hold that position now, sweetheart. Don't move. Be good for me. He gets his hands on him, everywhere, and his mouth on him, also everywhere and Dex shakes and shakes as if it pains him.

With anybody else, Matt would be considered a generous lover. With Dex, doing the exact same things, he's being the most selfish person in the world.

Because for every time he softens his voice, praisingly and lovingly (yet still patronising in its sweetness, that part will never change about them) Dex's heart rate skyrockets in panic and Matt fucking revels in it. Dex gets noisy and whiny and helpless; he hasn't earned this, he's scared. He needs to be so good for Matt and what is Matt doing? He turns into the most sensitive, vulnerable thing in the world, and it's all for Matt to drink in.

Dex is willing, still, always for anything Matt gives him, but he's less eager for it, he's sort of hesitant about this. He gets overstimulated too fast, because for all the ways pain could never make him feel anything, gentleness undoes him. He hides, in the sheets or in Matt's shoulder, and hates that Matt doesn't let him, but Matt isn't going to let Dex hide when this is the whole point. The whimpering, the nakedness, the desperation, the crying, god, the crying.

Dex doesn't beg when they fuck, he does very much beg when they have sex. All the time. Never with words.

Matt soothes it, answers it, but never gives Dex what he wants. Which is roughness. Which is a firm box Dex fits in with solid walls and something that holds him down, because sometime along his life Dex learned that the world holds many shapes and there are only so few that Dex fits in and none of them are supposed to be Matt's bed.

Rule three is that Matt doesn't come when he has sex with Dex.

And despite that rule, despite the fact that he's not in a receiving position ever, all of the parts during sex are for Matt's own selfish pleasure.

Matt has not once, not since the first time, come during sex with Dex. It's the only line he doesn't dare to cross, the only bit of dignity and restraint he forces himself to maintain.

Where Dex gets high on Matt fucking him, Matt gets drunk on sex with Dex.

He spends all night going down on him and making him feel good, making him come over and over again until Dex is pretty much spent and an unresponsive mess. (He likes overstimulating Dex to the point of tears but never to the brink of pain, because that Dex could relax into.)

Dex's tears are the thing that gets Matt harder than anything in the world, and Matt finds it to be his worst sin but also honestly more rewarding than coming.

He always jerks off after, in the bathroom over the toilet, with his head against his arm on the wall, fast and rough while hates himself. And it never takes him long, because the guilt isn't enough to turn him off. And isn't that just fucked up?

Afterwards he'll try to do aftercare with Dex, but Dex gets pouty and sullen and timid after sex, for once: uncharacteristically uncooperative. He's very protective of any marks he gets from Matt. Bruises– fighting bruises –those he wears like a badge of honour. Those he displays shamelessly, proudly in front of everybody: Matt, Frank, the lady on the subway alike. But he won't allow Matt to inspect any hickeys he's gotten (and he gets a lot) he won't let Matt look over the bite marks on his inner thighs after Matt puts him there. So Matt learns to admire those during sex instead of after. Because sex is Matt coaxing a door open, and the second Dex feels that Matt is done with him the doors slam back shut and won't open again until the next time.

Now, dear reader, you'll probably be asking yourself, well what about lovemaking? and here I gotta tell you. Dex and Matt do not make love to each other. Making love is for couples that actually love each other and are not trying to consume and claw into each other. Making love is for when you're trying to make a baby, it's not-

*taps on earpiece* oh- hold on? I'm getting- excuse me, ha.... It's- what- ....Sorry? They are?

And Matt sees right through him, sees Dex's defences go up and all he has to say is a gentle 'no, sweetheart' or kissing him quiet or giving him something to focus on ('like this for me', 'roll over baby' etc.) and Dex can't not be good, he loves likes being good for Matt

He doesn't mean to. He has no idea why it's just like that with Dex.

With women it comes out teasing. I can hear yours too....your hearts beating pretty fast.

With Dex it just turns mean and hot. Did you behave for Frank? Words, Dex. Were you good? Sweetheart... What do you want me to do, you want me to kiss it better? You want a star for that, hm?

Or the firm hand at the small of Dex's back. Not the corrective touch, nor the rewarding one he conditioned him with. Just a contact, proprietary and born out of Matt's lack of self-restraint.

Or the thing where he sometimes pushes Dex's hair back from his forehead, out of nowhere, and not gently either. The way you would pet, first fondly and then aggressively.

The words always land. Matt knows, because he can hear them land. The touches...less so. They're confusing, because Dex does not, for the life of him, know what to do with a touch that isn't also report on his behaviour. His heart makes that puzzled stutter, and he'll hold still and then lean back into it all the same. (The whore.)

Matt doesn't mean to flirt in the first place, because four out of seven nights a week they wear each others injuries (Dex, of course, wears it proudly like a badge). And someone who wears bruises the shape of your hands should probably not be the object of your flirtation as well, but...alas...

Dex loves it. He's always so eager for whatever attention Matt gives him, no matter what energy or mood it's born out of. Gets all shy and clingy. Hides his face in Matt's neck or his thigh, depending on whether he's on his knees or not.

God. Matt is so so weak.

It's no fair that Dex's way of flirtation (if it can be called that at all) is so much more subtle. Matt assumes it's accidental, because there's not a version of the world in which he can imagine Dex being coy and seductive for the purpose of getting romantic attention. Dex is awkward. The man doesn't flirt.

Dex knows how to push his buttons, sure. He knows how to slowly and insistently press at the periphery of Matt's perception, cheekily, provocatively, until he gets a reaction (and it's usually the one he wants). But that doesn't count as flirting, no matter how much Matt sometimes thinks it would be if it were anybody else doing this with him.

No, what Matt is specifically referring to are the moments where he knows Dex is just being painfully honest, without any intentions of riling Matt up on purpose.

For example that one time in spring when they had sat on the fire escape of the safe house (that hadn't, at that time, fully been their safe house yet but had been on the steady way to becoming that) and shared a pizza between them that Matt had ordered on the phone and paid for (Matt didn't treat Dex, he fed him, important distinction) and he'd been retelling a case situation while Dex ate. And off handedly he had turned self-deprecating, the way people are when they talk about their own work. He does it with Karen, he did it with Foggy, he does it with other colleagues. Just venting about the difficulty of the paper work and the circumstances, and his stubborn opposition.

Dex listens to Matt with all of his attention and usually has nothing to respond, either because he doesn't understand or doesn't really care and won't make himself. It's just Matt filling the silence because he likes to, he never expects any input from Dex's side.

Except Dex had pointed out, earnestly: "But obviously you're a better lawyer than them."

Matt had blinked behind his glasses and then huffed in pleasant surprise. "Yeah, you think?"

"You know the law better," Dex agreed factually.

And that's just the thing, wasn't it? That Dex was reflecting on the facts he had available, on his astute observations. It wasn't his opinion that Matt was better, and he didn't say it as a compliment either, he simply believed it to be true, and so he had corrected Matt on a falsity.

And Matt had been completely out of his mind when he started thinking for a split second: so is this- do you want- should we have sex now, or-?

Dex is just so earnest. And he doesn't even know what effect it has on Matt.

A hundred sixty pounds of trained assassin (tamed by Matt's bare hands) and he'll comment on something small, flatly like he has no feelings about it whatsoever: I let myself be shortchanged today because that's what you do. I saw a woman crying on the subway and I told her to stop and then I gave her all my money, are you proud? I like how you smell. I like your clothes. I like your hands.

And Matt will smile with fondness strong enough to kill him and bury his fingers into Dex's hair, to which Dex always always closes his eyes.

To which Dex sometimes observes: "That pleases you."

And Matt would make a sound, almost like a coo, "Yeah, it does."

"I please you," added with wonder and shyness.

"Yes, you do." And then, precisely because he knows Dex won't: "Don't get smug about it now."

Which is why he acts out. So he forces Matt to give him what he wants.

BUT what if Matt learns the pattern and gets what Dex is doing, so he switches it up. When Dex is bad, when he kills or acts unnecessary reckless, Matt leaves him alone and lets him wallow in it.

But when Dex is good, Matt beats him up, pushes him down, breaks his nose, bruises his ribs, and gives him praise between each hit.

Dex’s brain fucking melts.

That’s when he switches up, he does what Matt says because he knows he’ll get what he wants.

I don't even know what to say here...

Read "Show Me Where The Delicate Stops"!!

Thanks to @legitspidey for inspiration. Such a talant!!

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