Midnighter forces his eyes to close, and leans into the touch. He sighs, it's so... gentle. Clark is so powerful, with so much potential for damage, and he just... pets him. Midnighter hums. "Sounds nice," he pulls Clark a little closer, inhaling the scent of him. "Might not... work. Teeth and sensitive skin, you know."

He keeps kissing down Clark's chest. "But I can think of plenty of other things we can do, trust me."