[So Midnighter leans forward, grin predatory. He isn't feeling predatory, it's just the way his face was designed. At the moment, he's elated and nervous and full of adoration. He's being let into a warm embrace, and the intimacy surrounds him as well as the hypothetical pleasure. Ironically, it feels like being let in from the cold.]
[He reaches between Bobby's thighs, and begins to massage him open once more, slow and steady.] Good. Like seeing your pretty face. [His expression is still predatory, but he means it to be warm, before the kiss.]
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[He reaches between Bobby's thighs, and begins to massage him open once more, slow and steady.] Good. Like seeing your pretty face. [His expression is still predatory, but he means it to be warm, before the kiss.]