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The door to Steve's quarters in Avengers Tower closed with a soft, final click. The engineered silence of the room was a stark contrast to the chaotic hum elsewhere in the tower and the lingering adrenaline still sung in their veins.
Matt stood just inside the door. His head tilted as he mapped the new space. Here, the scent of Steve was undiluted. Steve watched him, his own heart doing a slow heavy roll in his chest. The evidence of their ordeal still littered Matt’s skin, but Steve’s need to reach out and verify his safety with his own hands was a physical ache.
“They’re all still standing in the hallway,” Matt said. A faint smile touched his lips. “Clint is betting Natasha twenty dollars that we ‘won’t make it to the bed.’ Bucky just told him he’s an idiot.”
A flush crept up Steve’s neck. “I’ll, uh. I’ll have a word with them later.”
“Don’t.” Matt took a step forward, then another, his movements sure. The space was simple and Steve was a beacon. “Let them have their fun. After today, I think we’ve provided enough drama.”
He stopped an arm’s length away. Steve could see the faint tremor in Matt’s fingers, the same tremor he felt in his own. It wasn’t from fear or injury. It was the tremor of a dam about to break.
“Steve Rogers,” Matt murmured, his voice hushed with awe. “Captain America.”
“Matthew Murdock,” Steve replied, his tone just as reverent. “Daredevil.”
“All this time,” Matt whispered. He lifted a hand, his fingers hovering near Steve’s temple. “I listened to this heartbeat. I memorized its rhythm. I based my entire understanding of your truth on it. You didn’t lie, but you held back. It feels good to know why.” He finally made contact, his fingertips tracing the shell of Steve’s ear and the line of his jaw. The touch was electrifying in its simplicity.
Steve leaned into it, his eyes falling shut. “And I looked at you,” he breathed out, his own hands coming up to cradle Matt’s hips. “I saw a man of such quiet, stubborn strength. I saw the kindness, the fire. I never saw the Devil.”
Matt’s other hand came up, framing Steve’s face. “That’s why,” he said, the words tumbling out as if they’d been held back by floodgates. “That’s why I couldn’t. Every time we got close, every time I could feel how much you wanted this, I’d feel the scars on my ribs ache. I’d think, ‘He’ll ask. He’ll touch them. And I’ll have to lie to the most honest man I’ve ever known.’ I couldn’t stain us with that. Not before I was ready to give you everything.”
Steve’s thumbs stroked over Matt’s hip bones, a soothing, grounding motion. “I know. God, Matt, I know. For me, it was the shield. It was knowing that if I kissed you, if I really let myself go, I’d be doing it as a man with one foot in a war. I’d be asking you to love a symbol, and a target. I couldn’t… I wouldn’t offer you half of myself and pretend it was whole. Not you.”
A shuddering breath escaped Matt. He let his forehead fall against Steve’s, their noses brushing. The proximity was dizzying. Now, there were no secrets to thicken the air between them, only heat and the shared, shaky relief of truth.
The kiss was not a collision, but a consummation. It was slow, deep, and devastatingly sweet, a silent communication of all the words spent and all the feelings held too long at bay.
When they parted, they were both breathing raggedly. Matt’s hands slid into Steve’s hair, while Steve’s wandered up the planes of Matt’s back, under his shirt, meeting the familiar landscape of raised flesh and old wounds. Matt arched into the touch, a low sound escaping him.
Steve answered by walking him backward, never breaking the kiss, until Matt’s legs hit the edge of the bed. He laid him down with a care that bordered on worship, following him down, covering him with his body in a way that felt less like a claim and more like a completion.
In the quiet dark of the room, with the city glittering far below and the hum of the world finally, blessedly outside, there was only this. The slide of hands over skin now freely offered, the catch of breath that needed no interpretation, the steady, trusted heartbeat against another, finally in sync. The long, patient wait was over, and in its place was a rightness so profound it felt like the first truth either of them had ever known.
They had both thought they would crash into each other, consuming in their fervor born of denial. But hands slowly explored as clothes were slowly removed. It was a dance of exploration, a slow, sweet journey of discovery. Matt's hands roamed over Steve's body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, the smooth expanse of his chest. Steve, in turn, was gentle, his hands gliding over Matt's scars, his touch a balm to the old wounds.
Steve, a supersoldier whose physique was amplified by the serum coursing through his veins, was a stark contrast to Matt’s body, more lithe but honed by years of discipline. Matt's body was a canvas of scars, each one a testament to his battles, while Steve's skin was smooth and pristine. For both, power coiled just beneath.
By the time they had rid themselves of the last offending articles, both were panting, hard lengths brushing against each other. In all the tumbling, Steve ended up on top, gently bracketing Matt beneath him, careful to not put his weight on Matt. But Matt was having none of that.
Matt yanked Steve down to and crashed their mouths together, the quiet exploration finally giving way to the breaking of the damn. He found a spot on the hinge of Steve’s jaw that made the man’s pulse flutter and latched on. With a groan close to a growl, Steve ripped away and began working down Matt’s chest.
He startled when his stubble brushed over Matt’s nipple and elicited a wanton moan, now understanding why Matt had pointedly brushed over his own nipples during his exploration of his chest. It wasn’t a sensitive spot for him, but clearly was for the man beneath him. Steve lathed over them both just to hear more of those sounds, before finally kissing and licking his way down the planes of Matt’s abs.
Making his way to Matt’s cock, he breathed over the head, watching it jump. He looked up into Matt’s face. He looked wrecked already. “Can…” Steve cleared his throat, not having realized how rough his voice had become. “Can I suck you, Matt?” Steve's voice was a low rumble, his breath hot against Matt.
"Yes. Please, yes, Steve. I've been waiting for this," Matt replied, his voice husky with desire, bordering on a whine. Matt's cock jumped as Steve’s fingers brushed against him, hard and eager, and Steve's breath hitched at the sight.
Steve's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue swirling around Matt's cock, teasing and tasting. Matt groaned, his hands tangling in Steve's hair, guiding him, urging him on.
It was embarrassing how quickly it took for Matt to come, his release a sudden, explosive rush. He gasped, his body trembling as he rode out the waves of pleasure, pushing out apologies that were quickly shushed by Steve, who simply watched Matt as he came undone.
As Matt came back to himself, he flipped them, so Steve was on his back, his cock standing tall and proud. Steve's eyes widened in surprise, but Matt just smirked. He loved the feel of Steve's body beneath him, the way Steve responded to his touch. Matt felt Steve’s pulse jump and thought maybe the supersoldier like being manhandled just as much as he did.
"Your turn, Steve. I've been dreaming about this," Matt said, his voice a low growl. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the length of Steve's cock, tasting him, teasing him. Steve groaned, his hands gripping Matt's shoulders, his body arching off the bed.
Matt wasn’t small by any means, but Steve was downright huge. Matt guessed the serum bulked up everything about him after all. He took his time, exploring every inch of Steve's cock, learning what he liked, what made him groan, what made him beg.
Matt’s jaw ached deliciously as he fit what his could in his mouth and down his throat, but he still needed his hands. He couldn’t wait to get this in him.
It took a while for Steve to come, his endurance amplified by the serum, but Matt was patient. He worked Steve over, his mouth and hands driving Steve wild, until finally, with a roar, Steve came, his release hot and thick in Matt's mouth.
Steve’s pulse ticked up again as he watched Matt swallow, taking the entire load except a few trickles that seeped out of the corners of his mouth. Steve groaned when that skillful tongue darted up to collect what he had missed.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Matt couldn't help but smirk. He loved the feel of Steve's body beneath him, the way Steve responded to his touch. He couldn't wait to explore Steve's newfound endurance, to push him to his limits and beyond.
"Fuck, Matt. That was... incredible," Steve panted, his voice hoarse.
"Just wait, Steve. We're just getting started," Matt replied, voice equally horse. Blowing Steve, hearing his noises and smelling his pheromones, had worked Matt up again. He rocked against Steve, who was already chubbing up again just from watching Matt lick his lips clean.
Steve cleared his throat. “Normally I apologize when my body wants round two. It’s a side effect of the serum and you should never feel obligated… But it seems you’re interested too.”
Matt shrugged. “Sensitivity to touch means it’s easy for me to work back up, but…” He scrunched his nose a bit as he sat back on his heels, still planted between Steve’s legs. “It does mean I lack a certain degree of… endurance.” He gave Steve a sheepish smile.
“Hey, I’ll never complain at you enjoying yourself.” He cleared his throat again. “Look, I’m not sure of your preferences on… roles. And I know a lot of people expect me to uh… ‘top’...”
“What do you prefer?”
Steve studied Matt’s face. He didn’t see any judgment one way or the other, and Matt had never been an ass about anything yet, so he had no reason to think he’d be an ass about this.
“I like both, but I haven’t had much opportunity to be with other people, and even less opportunity to, you know…”
“Bottom?” Matt asked, his heart swelling at this golden retriever of a man.
Steve nodded shyly. Matt moved up to cup Steve's cheek before kissing him deeply. Steve moaned into the kiss, using his tongue to scoop the taste of himself out of Matt.
Without breaking apart, Steve threw his hand to the shelf on his headboard. He made a groan of frustration as he finally broke apart from Matt, looking above him as if he could see through the shelf. Matt reached up, grabbed the lube, and sat back holding it in front of him. “Looking for this?” he asked with a smirk.
Matt warmed the lube on his fingers before gently circling Steve's rim. Steve huffed before making a noise close to a whine, trying to push down on Matt's fingers. Matt chuckled at the impatience but obliged, gently pushing a single digit into the first knuckle.
He slowly stretched Steve, gradually working up to three fingers. When he brushed against Steve's prostate, the supersoldier let out a high pitched moan and clenched down hard enough to make Matt's fingers ache.
Matt groaned, leaning his forehead against Steve's knee, and panted as he tried to keep himself together.
Matt wiped the excess lube on his dick and draped Steve's muscled thighs over his hips, Steve's breath hitching as Matt positioned himself at Steve's entrance.
Matt could feel the heat radiating off Steve's body, the way his muscles tensed in anticipation. He pressed forward slowly, his cockhead breaching Steve's tight ring of muscle. Steve gasped, his fingers digging into Matt's shoulders as he adjusted to the invasion.
Matt had to pause, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The tight heat of Steve's ass was almost too much, threatening to send him over the edge before he even got started. He could feel every pulse, every twitch of Steve's body around his cock, and it was intoxicating.
"Steve," Matt groaned, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You feel incredible."
Steve moaned in response, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to take more of Matt's cock. Matt obliged, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside Steve's tight heat. He could feel Steve's pulse quicken, his breath hitching as Matt began to move.
Matt set a slow, steady pace, his hips rolling as he fucked into Steve. He could feel every tremor that ran through Steve's body, every gasp and moan that escaped his lips. He used these reactions to guide him, changing his angle, his speed, his depth, until he found the spots that made Steve's breath hitch and his pulse quicken.
Steve's cock, hard and leaking, bounced between their bodies with each thrust. Matt reached down, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft, stroking in time with his thrusts. Steve whispered Matt's name, his hips bucking up to meet Matt's thrusts, his fingers digging into Matt's back.
Matt could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust. He tried to hold back, to draw out their pleasure, but it was no use. With a groan, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside Steve's ass. But he didn't stop moving, his hips continuing to roll as he milked every last drop of pleasure from his orgasm.
Steve moaned as Matt stroked his cock, but Matt could tell he wasn't close yet. Steve hadn't been exaggerating his seemingly endless endurance. Matt, on the other hand, was already hardening again, his cock still buried deep inside Steve as he rocked against him.
"Fuck, Steve," Matt groaned, his hips beginning to move again. "I'm not done with you yet."
Steve moaned in response, his hips bucking up to meet Matt's grinding, aborted thrusts. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Matt could feel Steve's orgasm building, his cock pulsing in Matt's hand. But Steve was still far from the edge.
As Matt fully hardened once more, Steve rolled them over, straddling Matt's hips as he began to ride. Matt groaned, his hands gripping Steve's hips as he felt every inch of Steve's tight ass sliding up and down his cock. He could feel Steve's muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as he rode.
Steve stopped suddenly, his hips stilling as he down up at Matt. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Matt nodded, his cock still buried deep inside Steve's ass as he thrust up to meet him. "Don't stop,” he begged.
Steve smiled, his hips beginning to move again.
Matt reached up, his fingers wrapping around Steve's cock as he began to stroke. Steve’s hips moving faster, his cock throbbing in Matt's hand. Matt could feel his own orgasm building again, his balls tightening with each thrust.
Steve leaned down, his lips capturing Matt's in a fierce kiss. Matt trailed his lips down Steve's neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. He groaned in frustration as he let Steve know he was close again.
Steve leaned back, a sharp smile on his face that belonged more to the Devil beneath him than to Captain America. “How many are you good for?”
“Huh?” Matt’s head was cloudy, all his senses focusing on Steve’s body. He growled when Steve stopped moving, but Steve held firm.
“How many are you good for, because I can do this all day.”
Matt took a moment to collect his addled thoughts. “Three on a good day. Max so far is five but that was… a lot.”
Steve hummed appreciately. A limit to test another day perhaps. “You up for me to top tonight too?”
Matt’s head fell back into the pillows. “I will absolutely regret this, but JesusMaryJoseph yes!”
Steve sat forward and let Matt fall out of him, chuckling when Matt whimpered at the loss. He kissed him slowly, promising Matt he would get to feel him come undone on his cock another day, a sentence that almost pushed Matt over the edge.
Matt grabbed himself by the base and took deep steadying breaths, trying to cool down enough to enjoy what was coming next. When he nodded, Steve gently pushed a thick finger into him, the lube already warmed between his fingers.
Steve was two fingers in when he brushed against Matt’s prostate. Matt was glad he was still holding himself by the base or that would have undone him. “Stop,” he gritted out and Steve instantly stilled.
“Are you alright?” Steve’s voice was laced with worry.
Matt quickly abated any concerns by nodding. “Just… too much. Too close.” He pushed Steve’s hand back, wincing as his fingers retracted, and flipped himself over, ass up. He quickly reached back shoved three fingers into himself, coating his fingers with the copious lube already there, and opened himself up with minimal additional pleasure.
He added a fourth too quickly, the pain abating some of the desperation, but drawing a concerned noise from Steve, who had been watching the perfunctory prep with bated breath.
It would have to be enough. “Ready.”
Steve’s heart leapt. “... You sure?”
Matt nodded. Steve took him at his word.
He pressed his cock against Matt’s entrance, watching for signs of discomfort. As he slid into Matt, he groaned at the tight heat enveloping him like a glove. Matt hadn’t prepped enough, but his groans still held far more pleasure than pain.
But Steve was patient. He slid in slowly, giving Matt time to adjust to every thick, throbbing inch of him. The sensation was overwhelming for Matt, electric pulses flying through his body as Steve filled him completely.
Steve reached his hand around, hovering over Matt’s cock, seeking permission. Matt shook his head, his breath hitching. “Still too close,” he gasped.
Steve began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, rhythmic motion. He was massive, and Matt could feel every bit of him sliding in and out, stretching him, filling him. It rode that line between pleasure and pain deliciously.
Too soon, Matt couldn’t help the cry that tore from his throat as he came, his orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. When he came back to himself once more, Steve had stilled, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into his hips and he murmured soothing nonsense.
When Steve saw awareness in Matt’s face once more, he kissed the back of his neck. “Hold on and I can pull out. Won’t take me much longer.” His voice was a low rumble that made Matt shiver.
Matt shook his head and pushed back against Steve. “Keep going,” he panted. “Want to you to finish.”
Steve’s breath hitched and he let out an alarmed noise, grabbing Matt’s hips to still him. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Matt schooled his face into a pout, angling it to where Steve could see. “Please?” he asked, biting his lip. “Fuck me, however you need. You feel so good filling me up.”
Who was Steve to say no to that?
He started moving again, making sure he wasn’t hurting Matt, but at more goading from Matt to use him to come, Steve’s control snapped. He began to pound into Matt, his hips slamming against Matt’s ass with a force that shook the bed. Matt was quickly overwhelmed as he felt the whole length sliding in and out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through him, crying out each time Steve brushed his prostate.
As Steve finally began to get close, his thrusts grew harder, faster. He noticed Matt’s hand snake down to his cock, pumping in time with Steve’s thrusts. He huffed a laugh, guessing Matt had another in him after all.
He slammed into Matt with renewed vigor, pulling grunts and moans out of the both of them.
Steve’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he neared his climax. Matt could feel it, the way Steve’s cock twitched inside him, the way his breath hitched, the tension in his body.
Then, with a groan, Steve stilled, his cock pulsing as he pumped his load into Matt. Matt’s own orgasm crashed over him, his ass spasming around Steve’s cock, and drawing out both of their pleasure.
Steve dropped his head to Matt’s face, pecking him lightly on the cheek. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. Steve finally pulled out, and Matt could feel the warm, sticky mess of Steve’s come leaking out of him.
With another sweet peck to Matt’s cheek, he pulled back and fetched a warm cloth to clean them up. Matt cringed a bit in oversensitivity as Steve wiped around his hole, mollified by Steve gently hushing him and rubbing his back.
He tossed the cloth, which Matt heard land with a thud among other laundry, and pulled Matt close. Before Matt drifted off, he heard Steve whisper, “That was four. Let’s try to break that record next time, hm?”
Matt groaned, not sure what else he had expected from fucking a tank like Steve.