Let's bug the neighbours, Midnighter has said, but Marcus loses his nerve for it, can't quite let himself cry out. He ends up bringing his hand to his mouth again, mostly unthinking, biting down hard on his knuckles to muffle the noise he makes as he starts to come. And keeps coming, climax stretching long, twitching tight about Midnighter's dick as he offers filthy encouragement.

He feels like he doesn't breathe for a few seconds after. Then he's gasping, gripping the headboard and flattening his hand out over his mouth for a moment before reaching up, running his fingers through his own air. "Christ," he mutters, faint, half-ashamed, eyes widening at the sight of the streaks of come across Midnighter's stomach.