Matt Murdock is ridiculously stupidly adorable and Tim has no honest idea what he did to get lucky enough to be sitting in his lap right now. Somehow, even as his expression falls, as he stutters and sounds uncertain, Tim wonders how he's still here. How Matt hasn't moved on to someone who actually deserves all the amazing things that he is.
He lets go of Matt's hands, but it's only so he can reach up and place his palms along Matt's jaw, touching his face in that light way Matt always touches his.
"I'm okay," he assures, and leans forward to kiss the other's mouth gently. "I'm more than up for it. Let's get cleaned up and get dressed and we'll go."
He's sore, sure. A little exhausted, more than bruised-- he can feel them blooming along his hips, on his ass and along his throat, everywhere Matt gripped him. He feels a little raw, but he's not immobile. Matt wants to show him something, and Tim wants to see it.
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Date: 2016-01-14 07:44 am (UTC)He lets go of Matt's hands, but it's only so he can reach up and place his palms along Matt's jaw, touching his face in that light way Matt always touches his.
"I'm okay," he assures, and leans forward to kiss the other's mouth gently. "I'm more than up for it. Let's get cleaned up and get dressed and we'll go."
He's sore, sure. A little exhausted, more than bruised-- he can feel them blooming along his hips, on his ass and along his throat, everywhere Matt gripped him. He feels a little raw, but he's not immobile. Matt wants to show him something, and Tim wants to see it.