“You’re the hottest person I’ve ever been with by far… but you’re also the only one who has never seen me.” He says the last part quietly and almost in a lilt like a question.
Matt sighs and then chuckles to himself. They're sitting on the couch together after work. Matt has noticed something was up with Foggy the entire day and now that they are home he wants to know exactly what's going on.
“I can’t see you. But I can hear you. Your voice and the sound of your laugh and the way you so fiercely fight for what is right. I can smell you.“ Matt takes a step closer, lessening the space that was so stagnant between them. “Your sweat, your Old Spice deodorant, that peppermint 3 in 1 soap you’ve been using since college.”
“It’s way cheaper.” Foggy said defensively but also with a light smile on his face.
Matt moves in even closer, now putting a hand on Foggy’s chest. Feeling even better the way the other man’s heart beats erratically.
“I can feel you.” He uses his other hand to find Foggy’s wrist. His fingers slowly crawl up his arm, stopping at the cuff of Foggy’s rolled up sleeve. Now Matt’s face is right next to Foggy’s, even without Matt’s senses Foggy can taste the other man’s breath now, both of their mouths open. Matt slowly licks the side of Foggy’s face starting from his temple going down to his chin. “I can taste you.”
He takes Foggy’s open mouth as an invitation for his own, Foggy immediately reciprocates and when their mouths part Matt repeats the line. “Taste you.”
“How do I taste?” Foggy huffs out.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Before this can escalate any further the two are interrupted by the sound of the front door to their offices opening. Matt gives Foggy a chaste peck and a knowing smirk before moving back to his desk, leaving Foggy to straighten himself out and slow down his breathing.