Oh, it's a good kiss. Midnighter's never cared about form or technique as long as enthusiasm was present, and this guy has it coming out of his ears. How fucking repressed was he? Was it the guy thing or the alien thing? Doesn't matter. Midnighter's left sighing softly into the kiss, holding Clark tight and for once not having to worry about too tight.

It ends with their foreheads touching, and Midnighter grinning, his eyes half-lidded and grin all too pleased. His tone is low, hushed a sweet sort of want, if still the grating, scraping thing it always is. "Not fucking bad, first-timer."