[Funny, he thought the big guns were those arms of Midnighter's. Bobby's back arches as Midnighter takes in all of him, the warmth of Midnighter's mouth undeniably pleasurable. He closes his eyes, fists grabbing onto snow that he knows is fake - the only fake thing there, really - and he gasps out a shocked, shuddery whimper of a moan.]
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