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[notrosecolored]

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[fightcoded]

[ It's clear Scott's answer is not what Midnighter expects. His light eyes narrow slightly, pupils flitting back and forth like a computer spitting out line after line of code for analysis. ]

Faith in me to do what?

[notrosecolored]

To care when you inevitably fuck up.

And to care enough to find it worth avoiding fucking up the same way twice.

[fightcoded]

[ It's something he is sure Apollo would have said to him. Heroes are so disgustingly cute. ]

God, if I didn't love you so much, I'd be tempted to slug you for being such a boy scout. You're like the poster boy for hero best practices.

[ Midnighter's hand closes around the one Scott still has fisted in his shirt. ]

Kiss me.

[notrosecolored]

I.

[ He kisses Midnighter, briefly. ]

Am.

[ Another kiss. ]

Not.

[ Then he puts a hand on the back of Midnighter's neck and does kiss him. Properly this time, no pulling back. Teeth and tongue and intensity. ]

[fightcoded]

[ His chuckle grows louder with every new peck to his lips. But when Scott gets serious, it turns into a moan. Midnighter opens up to him, inviting him in until he's caught within his arms and legs.

And then that familiar light of Midnighter's opens up behind. They fall through the Door and onto their bed. He stops only briefly to get a few choice words out. ]

So, I'm thinking you should fuck me. Any feedback on that?

[notrosecolored]

[ It's a three bedroom house. Scott doesn't even bother trying to figure out which bed they just fell into. It doesn't matter to him. What does is him sitting up across Mid's hips to peel his own shirt off. ]

Yeah. That you'd better have lube and be prepared to deal with some vanilla sex for once in your life.

[fightcoded]

Believe it or not, most of my sex back home was vanilla. It's reliable comfort food.

[ Midnighter's hands immediately settle against the man's washboard abs, one finger circling his navel and following the trail of dark hair down his belly. ]

Should be lube in the drawers. We still have those weird ones I bought.

[notrosecolored]

I believe it, but only because I can't figure out why you'd lie.

[ He leans across to grab the lube out of the drawer, actually briefly crawling off Midnighter. ]

Take your pants off for me while I'm doing this, please and thank you.

[fightcoded]

Vanilla sex and manners! I'm gonna nut before you even get your fingers in me.

[ But he does as he's told, sitting up and working his jeans off onto the floor. Along with his boots and socks. His boxer briefs go next, flung who knows where in the room. And with no more orders, Midnighter leans over to put a hand back on the man's bare shoulder ]

[notrosecolored]

You're such a romantic.

[ Dry as he comes back with the lube. ]

What's your refractory period look like, anyway?

[fightcoded]

Minute or two. But don't take it as a personal challenge. One and done's always fine with me. Or chaste spooning.

[ He pulls off his shirt after that. ]

[notrosecolored]

Sweetheart, sometimes I really worry about just how desperate for affection you are, but stop offering not to have sex with me. I'm starting to think you're not into it.

[fightcoded]

One, I'm not desperate for affection. Two, [ Midnighter pauses in order to crawl over to where Scott sits nearby. ] I'm always into it, but I want you to know that I'm into you for more than your great pair of tits.

[ It's their little inside joke, but Midnighter has expanded his love for Scott immensely beyond his ample chest. ]