Midnighter stumbles forward into the dresser happily, hands settling on the lacquered top by Scott's thighs.

"Because of your eyes?" he asks. He'll circle back around to get logistics on this masochism, because hot fucking damn. A guy sure lucks out sometimes with the men he likes. Right now, though, Scott's opened himself up to another story, and Midnighter isn't going to let him clam up with some more details first.