"Can I suck your dick?" Matt inquires casually one day as him and Vladimir are lounging on the queen-sized bed in the 'Communism Suite' (as Foggy has taken to calling it).
"Are you certain? I know we… date for long time but if you are not sure…" Vladimir trails off, uncertain for the first time since Matt met him; not confused or failing to find the correct word, but uncertain.
Matt immediately decides it's adorable.
"I'm sure. Very sure. It's not like we're going all the way. Just… further," Matt replies, deciding to be serious about this despite the unbelievable cuteness. Vladimir would probably get angry if he thought Matt wasn't taking this seriously.
The Russian seems nervous, hovering beside Matt like a sparrow – fluttery and ready to bolt at any sudden movement. It's unusual for him, usually he's entirely composed and intimidating in any situation but everything's different with Matt.
Vladimir's never had a blind boyfriend before (or a blind girlfriend or a blind anything) and despite all the time they've been together now, he's afraid of breaking him.
'Which is ridiculous,' both Vladimir and Matt think, because Vladimir absolutely knows at this point that Matt is not fragile. He may be blind but Vladimir remembers very clearly the one time they play fought; before he'd even processed the situation, he'd been on his back with Matt sitting astride him like a lion atop a dead zebra (which isn't the sexiest metaphor Vladimir's ever thought of but in that second of panic, it was what had come to mind.)
So Vladimir knows that Matt isn't going to freak out at such a little step but that doesn't mean he isn't going to.
"It only been half year. Could wait?" he suggests and Matt gives him that look that he always does when Vladimir suggests stupid things; "Carousel look fun, we go?" and then later, "asshole, not only for kids. Seahorse looked sturdy."
"Vladimir, I'm fine. I've given blowjobs before, okay?" Matt tries to comfort and the Russian looks less then comforted, anger furrowing his brow even further.
"Not okay" he rages, "do not think of them. You only suck my dick."
"I'm trying to!" Matt yells in frustration and immediately freezes; he's never yelled at Vladimir before and suspects the Russian will not take too kindly to it.
Vladimir doesn't seem angry however, turned on maybe but not angry. Matt's yelling seems to have made up his mind about the entire situation because he's back to being composed and when Matt reaches out cautiously to touch his face, instead of feeling a jawline of stubble, Vladimir circles his wrist with long fingers and guides his hand down and down until it's wrapped around the Russian's dick instead (and 'when did he even get it out?' Matt wonders).
It's hard and solid in his hand, proof that though cautious, Vladimir's definitely interested in Matt's offhand offer ('or rather, 'onhand',' Matt thinks sleazily and immediately regrets it).
Matt's shocked at the sudden eagerness however and for almost a full minute just remains frozen, his hand immobile on Vladimir's erection until, "I thought you want to suck my dick? Changed mind?"
He sounds oddly smug and Matt realises that he did this on purpose; just in case Matt wasn't actually okay with it, Vladimir had tried to scare him away. Feeling parts spiteful and parts absolutely in love, Matt pushes with his free hand at Vladimir's clothed chest until he's lying back on the bed, propped up barely by pillows and a mess of blankets.
Matt slides between Vladimir's slightly spread legs, yanking his jeans down a little more and though he can't see it, he knows there's a dick inches away from his mouth.
He slips his hand up, tightening his grip slightly towards the head and loosening up on the way back down – it feels oddly special this time, like it's the last time hand jobs will be quite this brilliant.
He knows he's damn good at blowjobs after all so 'will his hand jobs ever measure up after this,' he wonders and swipes his thumb over the head slowly, judging the distance, then expertly replaces his thumb with the flat of his tongue.
Vladimir twitches at the contact, breathing becoming harsher, deeper but he doesn't make any of the sorts of moaning and whining noises that Matt usually does.
He learnt early on that Vladimir's close to silent in bed and he had become a man obsessed. He'd tried everything a person could do with their hand to another person's genitals and nothing.
Finally Vladimir had questioned his insatiable need to give hand jobs and he'd admitted that he'd prefer if Vladimir would talk or something, anything to give an indication of enjoyment.
It'd gotten far better from that point on and while Vladimir found no real pleasure himself in dirty talk, Matt certainly did.
He swirls his tongue around the head leisurely and further down and down until half of Vladimir's dick's incased in the wet heat of his mouth and the other half still has his hand wrapped around it, tight but not overly so.
Vladimir's still silent but he shifts his hips forward fractionally, holding himself back from pushing all the way in. Matt releases his shaft to the cool air of the room and licks a long stripe up the underside before sucking it back into his mouth.
Warm fingers bunch in his hair and he starts to bob his head slowly up and down, taking a little more in each time and moving more and more fingers of his hand off until just his thumb and forefinger remain wrapped around the base. Then those are gone too and when he comes back up, he takes in a deep pull of air, puts all his concentration into relaxing his throat and sinks down until his lips are wrapped snugly around the base and there's the uncomfortable tightness that accompanies having a dick down one's throat.
Vladimir's fingers tighten painfully in his hair and he evidently remembers Matt's penchant for dirty talk as words start streaming out of his mouth like a waterfall, sentences not fully formed and breaking into indecipherable Russian vowels every now and again.
"Yes, want to…" "Unbelievable" "… Hot down there" "Feels хорошо" he groans and Matt doesn't know what the hell that means but assumes it's good because he can practically feel Vladimir's eyes burning down at him as he swallows tightly around the length lodged perfectly down his throat.
"Fuck… want to fu-" "Throa- da" "Let- ah"
Matt comes up to breathe and tongues the soft head of Vladimir's dick before going to swallow- but Vladimir pulls his head back and away by his hair and holds him still. "Let me..." he pauses and reconsiders his wording, "Can I… fuck your throat," he whispers like he expects Matt to say no. Matt nods fractionally, rolls sideways and falls off the side of the bed.
He's on his knees before Vladimir can even snort out a laugh and then Vladimir isn't laughing because Matt just opens his mouth obediently and tucks his hands together behind his back.
Even fully dressed he looks absolutely debauched, mouth red and spit-slick, hair mussed. Vladimir stares, throat dry as the fucking moon and climbs unsteadily off the bed. He pulls his shirt off and falls out of his jeans, relieved Matt didn't see - couldn't see, see what he's doing to him.
Fully naked, Vladimir steps in front of Matt and tangles his fingers back in the soft brown mess of hair.
Matt tilts his head into the contact and his eyes dart blindly about where he assumes the Russian's own eyes are.
When Vladimir slides his shaft back in the Matt's hot, slick mouth all the way down like deep throating is fucking easy, he almost cums. He swears and grits his teeth against it before pulling his hips back and thrusting right back in. Matt doesn't choke, he doesn't struggle with it; he takes it beautifully.
Vladimir thrusts faster, finding a quick but shallow rhythm until Matt's hands find his hips and force him into a new rhythm, one that's both quick and deep (and fantastic). He's not even fucking Matt's mouth anymore, Matt's controlling the speed and depth and he's just along for the ride, growling and panting and then cumming right down Matt's throat – except Matt pulls back so then he's cumming in Matt's mouth, coating tongue and teeth.
Almost desperately, Vladimir falls to his knees in front of Matt and kisses him, openmouthed and hot while reaching blindly for Matt's belt and instead encountering warm, wet flesh. He pulls back from the kiss and sees he doesn't even need to jerk Matt off because he's already came, jeans low and hanging open obscenely.
"You come?" he asks because sure, he's seeing it but that doesn't mean he fully comprehends and Matt grins at him happily.
"Yeah. Blowing you… it was hot. So I uh… jerked it myself," Matt explains, voice husky, still smiling wide but not as wide as Vladimir is because that's certainly the best blow job anyone has ever given him in his entire life.
"I do you next time," he promises, "you teach me."
He pulls Matt over to the bed and pushes him under the mess of blankets, climbing in after him.
They simultaneously pull each other close and Vladimir chuckles into Matt's collarbone, "Blown by blind man. I love America."