"Yeah?" Keep talking, everything's fine as long as he keeps talking. His grin is lopsided and a little wild, his eyes dark and wide, as he settles his knees either side of Midnighter's hips. There's a fine tremor in his thighs already, just from the thudding pulse of arousal moving through him. One hand steadies himself, spread out on Midnighter's stomach: the other goes down, slides over Midnighter's cock once, twice, before he swallows and lines them up. "Might like to hear that sometime. Might — have to be less carefu — uh — "

He sinks down slow, eyes flickering closed as Midnighter slides in. Different from his fingers, thicker, hotter, pushing deeper already. Marcus makes a few more effortful, gasping noises, and then Midnighter's inside him to the hilt. Marcus whines, drops his head down, takes a moment just to feel. Feels like his brain is short-circuiting, pleasure flashing through unexpected nerves, his whole body humming with it. His cock is glistening and flushed between them, untouched for the minute.