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Another long kiss, this one deeper than all the last, and then he finally moves away, moves off him to grab some lube out of the bedside table. Half hard already, he takes the moment to just look Clark over. God damn. No one should be allowed to be that fucking gorgeous.

He squirts some lube out and begins warming it between his hands. "How flexible're you?"

He blinks, because, well-

"I've never tried to do something with my body that it wouldn't... do?"

He's never really tested it much. He's also never really hit a barrier. It's one of those things he doesn't know how to answer. He wishes he did, because he can't help the warmth coming to his cheeks with how M is looking at him, looking him over. He knows he's not a bad looking guy. But he feels... hot when M look at him.

Midnighter laughs, live gravel being ground down. He flops down to pull Clark close, all quick movement punctuated by the bouncing of the mattress under them. "Well, normal people can do this, so I think you'll be fine, babe." And with that, he hefts one of Clark's legs over his shoulder so he can reach down and feel the curve of his ass while still being able to fully kiss him.

He's blushing a little as Midnighter lifts his leg up, because he hadn't meant to- it's just- he didn't know how to explain-

But okay, that was kinda hot. Or rather, really really hot, and he really likes kissing M so being able to do that while the other man's touching him is pretty sweet.

He curls one arm around Clark's neck, locking him in (or he would be, if he didn't know Clark could break the hold with a shrug of his shoulders-- somehow that makes this better?) for deep, lengthy kisses. His other hand finds trails to Clark's ass, rubbing at his taint a little before inching back to massage his hole.

Those deep, lengthy kisses... they're so good. He's starting to really like them, really want more of them, not just tonight. The hand on his ass is good, feels good, but then there's the pressure behind his balls, at his hole that sends electricity up his spine, enough to make him almost twitch.

So, that was a good reaction. Midnighter's a sucker for those, too. Always has been. Always wants more. He keeps the kisses deep, moaning gently into Clark's mouth as his fingers work deeper, one pressing gently in, testing.

Clark's reaction is, initially, just to still. Midnighter isn't the only one who has to work around his abilities, because he's pretty sure that the evening would be ruined if he broke M's finger in his-

He wishes the thought could be funny but it's just a little horrifying and more than a little distracting. He has to swallow, lets out an awkward noise before renewing the kiss and relaxing to let M slip in.

"Sorry. Sorry, needed a second."

Midnighter is, again, pretty good at reading people. He doesn't know if this is powers or nerves or both, but it's understandable, given their, uh, position. He moves his free hand, running it through Clark's hair, giving him a barrage of nuzzling kisses over his mouth and jaw and throat, murmuring, "it's fine, baby, it's fine, take your time, I got you, it's fine." Trust me. God damn, when did he want that so badly?

But he's a machine made for killing. Trust is like a fucking drug. He should have seen that one coming a mile away.

When Clark's ready, he lets one finger slide in slowly, gently but unsubtly trying to find his prostate. If Clark's nervous, that'll definitely fix that problem. And the idea of Clark keening for it, eyes rolling back with pleasure, that's- that's making Midnighter kiss a little harder in anticipation.

He has to keep relaxing. It's just new and the feeling of someone putting their fingers there is good, it is! It's just... different? And it's weird to both make sure he's relaxing and kiss M back and he likes it, it's good, at least until M brushes up against something that holy shit holy shit what was that, more of that please-

He sort of moans into Midnighter's mouth, shifting his hips to press the finger into whatever the hell that spot was again. He's never breathed this hard in his life, but he can't help it, that was-

"What was that?"

He knows this. He intellectually knows this. But the physical demonstration is all brand new.

Okay, great, that works. Midnighter keeps kissing, deep and slow, and speaks between breaths, voice low and deep and pressed into Clarks lips, "a good sign."

He keeps going, of course. One finger circling that spot, the placement memorized automatically as the computer maps Clark's body. Circling and teasing, not pressing deep, just trying to get Clark into a comfortable rhythm with what's clearly an entirely new feeling. "You like it?" He knows Clark likes it, he can read the language of Clark's body like it was written in bright, shining letters, but he wants to hear it. He always wants to hear it.

The answer isn't so much words as a very positive kind of hum, one that rises and gets a little insistent as M keeps circling and teasing. He almost tries to shift, to get the finger back into a spot that'll press directly there; there's a part of him that's almost frightened of the electric zing that'd gone through him, of what he might do if he's hit with that sensation again, but the edge of fear only helps things as opposed to calming them down.

He keeps himself from doing it, keeps himself from pushing again. It's trust in another sense, trust that M will give him what he wants, what feels so good, what it's in his power to give. He can't help the soft noises it pulls from him or the way it makes him move in the other man's arms.

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