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notrosecolored) wrote2026-01-12 07:10 pm
notrosecolored) wrote2026-01-12 07:10 pm
Duplicity Contact Post
Call, text, action all go here
Call, text, action all go here
The sex really is pretty good (okay, good without a qualifier). It's not really his primary motivator, though. It is with Grayson or the likes, but Midnighter's something different and a lot more complicated than that.
He's not out when Mid leaves, though his eyes are closed behind his glasses. He stays aware of movement through that spatial awareness thing. When Mid returns to the bed and curls around him the novelty of someone who has a couple of inches of height on him strikes him and he actually, albeit softly, laughs.
Which turns into a tired groan at having his shoulder and neck licked.
He wraps his hand around Mid's forearm and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I knew you'd be a cuddler. I'm mildly surprised you're not demanding I hold you, though." Soft, teasing, but still affectionate for all the snark.
He's not out when Mid leaves, though his eyes are closed behind his glasses. He stays aware of movement through that spatial awareness thing. When Mid returns to the bed and curls around him the novelty of someone who has a couple of inches of height on him strikes him and he actually, albeit softly, laughs.
Which turns into a tired groan at having his shoulder and neck licked.
He wraps his hand around Mid's forearm and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I knew you'd be a cuddler. I'm mildly surprised you're not demanding I hold you, though." Soft, teasing, but still affectionate for all the snark.
"Demanding?" He stops long enough to act offended before his mouth turns back to Scott, mouth settled just behind his ear. He's careful not to hit his glasses.
"Please. I'm always a giver, Scotty," he tells him, and even though Scott can't see the obnoxious grin on his face, he can definitely hear it in his voice. "Next time you can hold me."
And that's the last he says before Midnighters buries his nose in Scott's short brown hair, warm breath puffing over the shell of his ear and the back of his neck.
"Please. I'm always a giver, Scotty," he tells him, and even though Scott can't see the obnoxious grin on his face, he can definitely hear it in his voice. "Next time you can hold me."
And that's the last he says before Midnighters buries his nose in Scott's short brown hair, warm breath puffing over the shell of his ear and the back of his neck.
I'll keep you on speed dial. [She laughs softly. ] Don't hesitate in reaching out to me either if you ever find yourself or one of your friends in trouble.
Fuck Erik, Marry Hank, kill Bobby. Sorry Drake.
Because I don't want to have sex with him and if we were married I'd kill him anyway.
I am. He's also got a very... physical sense of humor.
"...Always a giver of what, exactly?" He sounds every bit as content as he is, though he does twist around a little to look toward Midnighter with bemusement. "I'm pretty sure you're more frequently the receiver of most things related to sex."
"Don't try and bottom shame me," he warns without an ounce of heat in his voice. "It won't work." His grip on Scott loosens when he feels him begin to turn, giving him more room to move.
"You know, I give my bod, my ass, my big safe arms. It's all giving." A beat, an amusing thought just coming to him. "Did I not give enough? Should I spoon you tighter?"
"You know, I give my bod, my ass, my big safe arms. It's all giving." A beat, an amusing thought just coming to him. "Did I not give enough? Should I spoon you tighter?"
It took a long time for mine to come out of the closet.
"I'm not trying to shame anybody." He turns back so his back is to Mid's chest and actively wiggles back into him, unapologetically. Hell, there's even a bit of a yawn, that's more relaxation than desire to sleep. "Though for the record I'm usually more sexually submissive than not. You just happen to be chaotic enough to make me need to impose some control, and no don't spoon tighter, Im claustrophobic."
...He's not.
...He's not.
Yeah, especially since you're about half the age you should be and I assume he is too.
You're just going to need to trust me when I say that makes the thing with Rogue stranger.
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