God, there is nothing hotter than watching Matt Murdock lose control like this. Watching the normally well put together lawyer unable to quiet his moans, watching those sightless eyes snap open, the hands that hastily find his hair.

He loves this. Its perfect, and he knows it's going to result in Matt pinning him down and giving it to him good and hard as soon as he's able. Won't be long now, he thinks. Not with the way Matt heals.

Tim hums, and the only problem with having Matt's dock in his mouth is that he can't drive Matt wild with his voice anymore. But if anything's a worthy trade, it's this.

His mouth slides down further, bit by bit, until his lips touch his fingers where they're still curled around the base of Matt's cock. He moves his hand as he pulls back, swirling his tongue around the head of Matt's cock as he rubs his own through his jeans.

This way, they both win.