God, that's hot. Tim doesn't think he's ever heard anything sexier than Matt Murdock growling, low and primal, and it goes straight to his cock. He rocks his hips hard, for the friction and to move back against Matt's finger, already impatient for more.

Matt's mouth is hard against his, all rough and desperate and needy. Tim's never felt so needy before. He groans into the kiss, and though his hand has slowed down some, he's still stroking Matt's dick, still dragging calloused fingers over the sensitive spots. He's still conscious of the bruises on the other's body, but he drags his hand up from Matt's shoulder, tangling it into his hair.

He breaks the kiss, tilts his head to kiss along Matt's jaw, let the stubble scrape pleasantly against his throat. His mouth reaches Matt's ear, and he murmurs quietly, "I want you to fuck me so bad. Right now. Just fuck me now."