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So Midnighter spends the next week thinking about what an idiot he was. He bitches to Jason about it, about how that guy he was talking about was stringing him along, and he expects it to make him feel better, but it fucking doesn't. It just makes Midnighter feel more bitter, more betrayed, and more stupid for even feeling that way. Didn't Nyx say from the start, dates are all he could offer? Midnighter's the one who got his stupid fucking hopes up.

But the way Nyx had looked at him, on the couch or in his bed, the conversations they'd shared late at night, the way he'd held Midnighter's face in his hands... He'd thought, maybe, there was something more.

He'd been fucking wrong.

So he puts his energy into his job-- not that he'd been slacking-- and tries to ignore that fucking empty feeling. Any texts he receives from Nyx will get a brush-off; he's busy, can't talk right now, he's in the middle of something. In truth, Midnighter's just not ready to end it. He needs to. He just hasn't yet.

He waits until late at night, when he's lonely and sleepless and stewed in self pity, for the moment to finally feel right.

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Nyx manages a hoarse chuckle of his own and doesn't move, not even to disentangle himself from Midnighter's limbs or try to clean up. It's not often that he meets his match when it comes to stamina, but damn... right now he could go for a long nap, just like this, lying on the floor on top of Midnighter next to the wreckage of his couch.

"Good." He sighs happily at the nuzzling, managing a weak kiss to Midnighter's hair. "Had to return the favor... mm, from last time."

Though actually, he's getting a little too warm like this, front pressed against Midnighter's sweaty chest and the heat of the flames licking at his back. Nyx manages a half-hearted movement, half scooting half sliding off of Midnighter to press against his side.

He wants to spoon.

"And next time, I'm gonna get you off with just my mouth and hands, just you wait."

Midnighter makes a vague sound of lazy confusion before he gets it. In the haze of being thoroughly fucked, it takes him a delayed moment to understand, and, oh. Everything is impossibly sweet, just then, he can't explain it. He just rolls onto his side, letting Nyx do whatever he wants. He puts his hand over Nyx's.

"Jaw might get sore," He says, half teasing, half serious. God damn, though, this is nice. "I still haven't returned the favor."

Nyx just wraps an arm around Midnighter's side, hips pressed against his ass, a lazy kiss to the nape of his neck. Feels like he could knock out right here, right now, he's so incredibly comfortable, and that's... rare, for Nyx. Or it used to be, all the things he's taking for granted now, cuddling after sex, staying the night, knowing he's able to relax enough in another person's presence to sleep deeply. How well he and Midnighter just... fit together.

Fuck.

"Maybe one day," he murmurs, warm and content and happy in a way he can't describe. "You'll catch me by surprise."

"Sounds like permission to wake you up by blowing you." Midnighter says, struck by a moment of inspiration.
And then realization-- "If you wanna stay the night. I dunno your schedule, I just like having you around."

He draws one of Nyx's hands up to kiss the back of his wrist, able to be half so dear for his face not being seen.

"See, now you've lost the element of surprise." Said with a yawn, as Nyx tucks himself closer. He's quiet for a minute after that, just breathing, faintly surprised to find himself matching the rise and fall of Midnighter's chest beneath his hands.

"Yeah, I wanna stay," he says quietly, half muffled against Midnighter's skin, and Nyx is glad that Midnighter can't see his face just then either. "Besides, don't you still have that job of yours?"

"Didn't hear a 'no'..." So that's definitely on the docket for tomorrow morning. He grins at the thought; Andrew used to love that. He thinks Nyx will, too.

He keeps Nyx's hand near his mouth, brushing his lips over it, running his hands over scarred fingers and bumpy knuckles. "Yeah. You'll really be helping my ass out on that one. And a few other people's, if nobody fucking dies. We can go to Metropolis, afterward, if you got time-- right next door, and the prettiest fucking city I ever seen. Lucis is a close second."

"Please, you kidding? Not gonna get a 'no' from me," Nyx murmurs with a yawn. He's finally wrangled up enough strength to grab one of the discarded shirts on the floor and manage a half-assed sort of clean up between the two of them, but anything that keeps him from being pressed all up against the solid warmth of Midnighter's back is more than he wants to bother with for long.

Even if it's a distraction from the tender brush of Midnighter's lips over his knuckles, gentle fingers tracing the line of a tattoo from fingertip to to the back of his hand. Nyx's cheeks heat, even as he tightens his arms around a broad chest. If Midnighter is comfortable here, then Nyx is perfectly happy to stay on the floor all night.

"I got a day, day and a half. All yours."

And that's Nyx, always difficult until he's the easiest thing in the world. Midnighter laughs against the other man's fingertips, a low rumble like distant thunder. "We'll see how I'm feeling in a few hours." Because Midnighter only needs a few. Curled close like this, on the even support of the floor, Midnighter might actually manage to sleep. Nyx wakes easily anyway. It's for the best, really.

He does fall asleep eventually. It's dreamless, an endless expanse of warmth and quiet. He wakes, predictably, before Nyx, just as the sun is leaking in from half-open blinds across the room. It's an easy thing to roll away-- Nyx has twitched himself off in his sleep-- and retrieve their clothes, turn off the fireplace display, and drape Nyx in a light bedsheet. He has the printer delete excess matter (ie, clean) their clothes, sets the apartment to recycle the sofa when they're gone, put on boxers (the ones with the Superman logo) and have a glass of water.

And then it's fine time to curl next to Nyx's twitching, mumbling form on the floor, and gently, softly kiss up his inner thigh, pushing the sheet up as he goes. It ends up hitched around Nyx's hips, an indescribably welcome image Midnighter commits to memory before really going down, kissing and sucking while reaching out to pet Nyx's hips and thigh.

As far as places to sleep go, the rug is fine, hell, Nyx has slept on worse before. And Midnighter himself makes for just about the best heated pillow/blanket combo imaginable, although Nyx might have to admit that he's biased, enjoying the solid weight of his presence, tracing the lines and planes of Midnighter's chest with inquisitive fingers and sleepily kissing the close-cropped hair at the back of his neck a little too much.

For once, he sleeps deeply, and his dreams are of warm, sunlit seas, sheer cliffs, gulls calling overhead as fishermen pull in their daily catch, children laughing, trailing behind the put-put of a scooter rolling down a bumpy dirt road. Galahd as it was, as he allows himself to remember it, not the war-ravaged husk that was left.

Nyx wakes to the rustle of sheets, a shadow passing overhead, not all at once like he's used to, but in bits and pieces. There's no alarm, none of the lost confusion of last time, just muzzy contentment and a sweet lassitude in his limbs as a warm hand presses his knee to the side. Blinking, he lets out a contented sound at the feather-light brush of warm lips up his thigh, accompanied by the faintest scrape of stubble. Another kiss to the sensitive line of his hip draws a low groan from him, cock stirring between his legs before Nyx yawns, stretching languorously, for once perfectly content, perfectly happy.

"Talk about a wake-up call... Feels like maybe I'm still dreaming."

Edited (but what IS grammar??) 2018-02-22 06:46 (UTC)

Midnighter lets his breath puff out hot, ghosting over Nyx's thighs, before he gently applies slick pressure just below his balls, pressing and massaging. "You saying you dream of me?" It's a joke, accompanied by his husky, scraping chuckle.

He kisses Nyx's inner thigh, up to his hip, and down to his cock again, slow and gentle, trying to wake his dick more than him. He's so restful right now, absolutely beautiful in his calm, Midnighter wants to fold the moment up into his memory, hold it close forever. He wonders if he could convince Nyx to take a few photos... later, maybe later. For now, he runs his tongue over the head of Nyx's cock, humming slightly.

"Yeah." Everything feels just a little surreal right now, the golden light pouring through the blinds, warm hands on his body, little prickles of lust-pleasure-sweetness starting to seep through the thick fog of sleep, haziness still clinging to his thoughts, and what comes out is a level of honesty that Nyx doesn't really know how to handle in the waking world. "You're like a dream to me."

The best, sweetest kind of dream, the kind Nyx will return to again and again. But any day now, he's due to wake up...

But not today. The light touches over his hips and groin prompt a pleased sigh, Nyx shifting and parting his thighs a little more for Midnighter to do whatever he wants with him. But even like this, the sudden flick of wetness over his cock draws a sharp inhale, a slight arch of his back as Nyx closes his eyes.

That hits hard, right in the ribcage. Midnighter holds the memory, those words, close, a dear thing that's almost too much even for him. He doesn't deserve it, especially from this man who doesn't quite love him back, from someone seeing other people. Still, it lodges there, warm and slightly sorry, stuck forever in the disgusting swamp of Midnighter's deeper, more intimate and heartfelt experiences.

He takes Nyx's half-hard cock into his mouth then, one hand holding it in place while the other massages his balls and his taint, and focuses on that and nothing else. The taste and smell of him, the feeling of finally getting to do this after fantasizing about it for months, the perfect arc of Nyx's back.

Midnighter doesn't need to come up for air. He focuses on providing one long feeling, suction and pressure, trying to draw him out enough so he can eventually be deep-throated. He's got an agenda in mind, well planned from weeks of fantasy, and he intends to get through it.

It's all so much, and yet it's perfect, the slow buildup of arousal from everything Midnighter is doing to him, with him, touching so slow and tender so that Nyx barely notices when the tide of pleasure comes in, washing him away. His toes curl, back arching off the floor once more as his eyes fall shut.

"Aah- fuck, Midnighter, you're so-" And at that moment Midnighter gives him another gentle squeeze, leaving Nyx trailing off with a weak groan as yeah, all this attention definitely gets his cock up and ready for action. Without even thinking about it, he's reaching back for Midnighter, fingers sinking into tousled auburn hair, touching and stroking, marveling that someone so incredible would choose to stay with him.

"You're too fucking good to me," is what he says with a little gasp, biting his lip to hold back a moan, but the look in his heavy-lidded eyes is all ardent affection, desire and gratitude.

Midnighter has Nyx's cock up to the hilt, sucking as he manipulates the head with the strong muscles of his throat. This shit always drives people wild, and god damn, he wants to give Nyx a good time after last night. Means he can't really answer, though, except to hum, a contented noise that will hopefully augment Nyx's enjoyment. His hands kneed at Nyx, pressing with a little more intensity as he starts trying to get Nyx going in earnest.

He loves this game, the control and the knowledge that this isn't something many other people can do. His gag reflex was destroyed years back from all the tubing stuck down his throat; when he'd realized that pain and confusion could actually go on to benefit him, he'd felt an absurd sense of pride.

Nyx's eyes roll back in his skull, throat bared, and the next thing Midnighter does to him, with tongue and hands and skilled throat leaves him arching up from the floor, hips bucking helplessly with a sharp whine, trying to swallow an undignified whimper and failing completely.

"Ah- ahnn- please Midnighter, I- fuck, ah fuck." He's panting raggedly, hands tangled in his hair now, tightening and relaxing in spasmodic little twitches, everything is pleasure and heat and yearning and Midnighter's fucking mouth on him is driving him wild. "Oh gods, you're the hottest damn- nn, Midnighter, please. I want- I need you- ah!"

He's so close, so fucking close now, trying to last but it's no good; Midnighter knows exactly what he likes and how to make him beg for it.

Nyx fucking his mouth is more erotic than he likes to admit; selfish, he takes a moment to inch his boxers down (why did he even put them on? Idiot) and jerk himself a few times. Fuck, Nyx is hot, Nyx is goddamn beautiful, begging and sobbing and saying his full name, it's fucking amazing.

He moves his head back, giving the length of Nyx a long, languorous suck, before before swallowing him up again, humming the whole while, throat and tongue and lips all bearing down with Nyx's movements. That shit always drove Apollo crazy, and he can't imagine Nyx will mind. There's another swell of pride, to have finally caught up with this man in the bedroom, if only for a little while.

And that's all it takes. Nyx lets out a hoarse shout that trails off in a keening sound as Midnighter pulls off- a brush of cold air against his suddenly exposed cock, sending a chilling tingle up his spine, before taking him back down to the hilt in one smooth motion. Heat and sweetness and pleasure crash over him like a tidal wave, so hard he sees stars, and it's Midnighter's name on his lips as Nyx comes with a loud, drawn out moan, bucking wildly, unthinking, lost utterly and willingly

It feels like a long time before he's able to come to himself, limp and panting softly, still a little dizzy with the force of his climax.

"Fuck... fuck, M, you're gonna kill me like this."

Fuck, Nyx is beautiful like this. Midnighter wants to capture the moment forever, but he doesn't have the time to grab his phone. Instead, he curls close to Nyx on the floor, wrapping them both in the spare sheet and running his hand over his chest, drinking it all in. He did this, he really did it, he finally gave Nyx what he's been given so consistently and for so long. He kisses his ear, his cheek, down the line of tattoo over his throat.

He can't stop grinning, so he just murmurs into Nyx's collarbone, "Shit, crown me the cocksucking king." He hasn't forgotten that, either.

Nyx groans a little as Midnighter touches him, sensitive all over from his recent climax. Damn, that had been... yeah, Nyx isn't too often on the receiving side of a blowjob, just due to his own personal preferences, but that had been hands down the best he can remember. Closing his eyes, he wrinkles his nose in thought, trying to adopt the snooty tones of the court nobles he'd heard back home.

"Sir Midnighter, I uh, hereby bequeath you..." and then he's laughing, and laughing is fucking difficult when it feels like every muscle in his body had just gotten the workout of its life, so he's wheezing instead, curling up against Midnighter's chest and into the warm circle of his arms.

Midnighter holds him close, peppering him with kisses on every bit of skin he can reach, laughing along with him. He's lovely, absolutely gorgeous and happy and safe and his. He'll do anything for that. And, yeah, maybe he's rubbing up against Nyx's hip a little, because he's hard and that was hot as fucking shit. Whatever, Nyx probably won't mind.

"You're gorgeous," he murmurs into Nyx's hair. "Absolutely. I wish I could've taken pictures of that. Prettiest goddamn thing I ever seen."

Nyx is still chuckling a little as he presses his face into Midnighter's throat, brushing a tender kiss of his own against warm skin, slow and languorous. Can't remember the last time he'd had such a good night's sleep... or gotten this kind of welcome in the morning. Midnighter's cock presses insistently up against his side. Nyx wants to return the favor, but every part of him still feels loose and slack with pleasure-- the best he can manage is turning onto his side, trying to encourage him to rub up between his thighs.

"Next time, get your camera ready. Take as many pictures as you like, any pose you want."

Midnighter is happy to take the hint, and gets a few quick grinds in before he catches himself, still breathless and bubbling with laughter. "You promising me dirty pics? Fuck, you really know how to romance a guy."

"You bet I am."

Feeling a little more energy in his limbs, Nyx deliberately rubs back up against him with a sigh, slow and sultry as he flashes a wicked glance up at Midnigher from beneath his lashes.

"But gimme some inspiration here. How do you want me? On my back? My knees? Jerking off? I can finger myself if you want, or do both at the same time..."

Midnighter, not quite in the throws of passion but definitely more than a little horny, groans at the suggestions (and at Nyx's fantastic fucking thighs, holy shit).

"All of it. Shit. Ever angles a good angle for you," He groans, gruff and lurid, enjoying the simplicity of it. For months, this was the only way he thought he could have sex, and it still carries that elation, the idea that finally, he could be close to someone. "Lemme be in 'em with you. Hate the thought of you alone."

"More of that sweet talk, and my head's not gonna fit through your door," Nyx says with a soft chuckle, tucking himself closer to savor the moment, the way Midnighter's hips work against him, eager and sweet, the rumble of his voice and the way Nyx can feel it all the way through his chest.

The way Midnighter treats him like the only thing that matters in the world. Nyx closes his eyes, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Hate the thought of you alone.

"Yeah, okay. I'd like that." His voice is quiet... before his head comes up, a smirk hovering over his lips. "Got a few ideas for some creative selfies..."

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