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[notrosecolored]

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2/2

[fightcoded]

so if I came home rn and started making out with you...

Re: 2/2

[notrosecolored]

You can fuck me. We're gonna have to use drugs or work up to 'from behind'

[fightcoded]

[ Ah poor choice of words there. ]

dont need to fuck you fuck you
should have said "yeah but I wanted to come to a mutually pleasing climax with you"

srsly any kind of sex is good sex between you n me

[notrosecolored]

Oh. Well. Yes. Buy some weird lube and we'll experiment.

[fightcoded]

lol all right

[ So Midnighter comes home with a shopping bag and a cocky grin. ]

They definitely had some weird ones. I stayed away from the druggy ones, but there was plenty of fucked up shit.

[ He starts pulling bottles out one at a time. ]

The usual heat activated kind. Uh, this one turns friction into static shocks. This one makes your dick bigger. And this one burns for some reason.

[notrosecolored]

Sounds like there's a need to pick one of the others and pair it with bigger dick.

Not that either of us need to have or be one of those

[ He is flat out lounging on the couch, but he stops screwing with his device to pay attention to Mid when he comes in, at least. ]

[fightcoded]

'course not.

[ Midnighter pens Scott in with one hand on the couch's armrest, the other on the back of it. ]

But, you won't hear me complaining. We could both have big swinging dicks and rub 'em together.

[notrosecolored]

We both have big dicks, rub them together and get electric shocks?

[ He seems more amused than anything at being 'penned' in, reaches up and hooks an ankle OVER the back of Mid's knees. Slouches to do it even. ]

[fightcoded]

Sounds like a plan. And a dream.

[ He stares into Scott's red quartz glasses like always. And always a beat too long, like he just might pull them off to see what's underneath. But he won't. He never would without Scott's permission.

One hand reaches out for the bottles sitting on the coffee table behind him, but Midnighter can't quite grab them with Scott looped around him. It's a real predicament since he sure doesn't want the man to let him go. ]

You gonna make me twist into a pretzel to get 'em?

[notrosecolored]

Scott's eyebrows go up just a little at the prolonged stare. "I'll figure out an opportunity for you someday," he promises. "And I'll let you grab them when I'm good and ready." Meanwhile he puts a hand solid and hard around the back of Mid's neck. "But that's not now." The last? Comes with a smirk.

[fightcoded]

His strange obsession with Scott's eyes might not even be fully understood by Midnighter. He would give his thoughts on it, though, the intimacy that's found in looking someone in the eye (whether when making love or choking the life out of them). But perhaps in a way, unconscious to himself, it is a piece of Scott that's been taken away from him at an early age. Much like Midnighter's childhood, and neither can be given back.

"Just who elected you leader of this mission, huh?" Midnighter asks, defiant for no other reason that to stir the shit. "Think a hand's gonna keep me in your lap?"

[notrosecolored]

Scott tilts his head and says exactly one word. "Yes."

Because he is absolutely confident that it will.

Why wouldn't it?

Midnighter clearly doesn't want to be anywhere else.

[fightcoded]

No, he really doesn't. That won't stop him from trying, though. He begins pushing back slowly, gradually to see what cracks first, him, Midnighter, or his arm. How bad do you want him to remain there, Scott?

[notrosecolored]

Scott very pointedly, even sadistically, does nothing to try to force Mid to stay. Let's his hand fall away and just tilts his head in silent question.

That question is 'really, you little shit?' but it's still a silent question.

[fightcoded]

That reaction was 26.87% likely based on his simulated calculation, but now he knows better. Scott is much more evil than he gave him credit for. God he's so proud.

If he didn't have perfect control of his body, Midnighter might have made a fool of himself—more of a fool of himself.

"And I thought I knew you so well," he tells Scott. "Glad to know I don't." He hasn't let go of his legs, so Midnighter doesn't try and save face by moving away. Instead he lands a kiss on the man's face, fast and aggressive like a dog snapping at an intruder.

[notrosecolored]

Scott could not be more confused by Midnighter being glad that he didn't know Scott all that well, but he doesn't have a chance to say anything about it before he's being aggressively kissed.

He puts his hand back on Mid's neck to return it though and sort of half-rewards Mid by using some aggression and teeth himself.

Because, well.

He is pretty sure of what gets Mid going.

[fightcoded]

At this point it seems like everything does. He matches Scott's equally violent kisses with more of his own until he gives up the pretense and wraps his arms around the man's head and shoulder.

"You ready to smack our dicks together like violet wands?" he asks between the rough kissing. Although he wouldn't be put out if Scott nixed the electricity. It isn't the same as a shock collar, no, but.