Clark does pull away from the kiss, his eyes a little wide. They flicker down once before turning back to M and he's blushing again.

"You don't hav- I mean, if you want-" a pause before- "You're sure?"

"I don't really have a... place. We could do things."

One of his hands leaves Midnighter's hair to scrub at the back of his own head.

"I have roommates. It'd be really awkward. But, um... if there's someplace you wanna go, I'll go with you."

But then something parses a little more and he tilts his head to look at M.

"...'sounds like I could use one?'"

He isn't... this isn't a pity thing, right?

First time with a guy.

Oh. Oh wow. Sex. This is... sex. Sex is going to happen. This is someone who wants to have sex with him that he... yeah, he wants to have sex with him. There's a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look for half a heartbeat but then he's shaking his head so fast he almost blurs.

"That's fine. I can fly back. Won't even take me more than five minutes if I catch the right winds."

A pause.

"Portal?"

He looks at the Door.

He looks at M.

And then he takes his hand and nods. He can't live life afraid, after all. His life is going to be different from most people's, because he's different. And if he shies away from anything odd or strange or even dangerous, he'll never find what he's looking for.

So he steps forward, just shy of the door.

"Just... step through?"

That is the most important thing. You can tell by how Clark starts kissing him in kind as soon as he's there, the apartment itself getting only the most cursory glance to make sure he knows where things are since they're probably going to be walking somewhere or other from the door to another part of the apartment and he'd rather not break anything.

Clark is happy to help with opening his shirt and, once his kiss-addled brain figures out that he wants the shirt off too, he's good with doing that as well. Lo and behold, Midnighter was 100% correct on the shirtless front, and his hands reach out to try and help Midnighter into a similar state. He wants to get his hands on him, wants to feel the heat of his skin directly, drink the other man in with his fingers.

Midnighter will find that Clark is incredibly easy to steer, not just coming along without a fight but actively moving towards any goal that M gives him. And in this case, when that goal happens to be a bed, he's more than happy to head straight for it.

The healing factor is a good thing, because it means that he just runs his fingers reverently along that scar instead of being worried about it, but he definitely doesn't seem bothered by it or any of the others. If anything, he's almost fascinated, which makes a kind of sense given the fact that he's entirely unscarred himself.

When M compliments him, he turns a little pink.

"Than- I mean, right back atcha."

He likes what he sees too!

...still the farthest thing from smooth, though.

Clark's just wearing sneakers, so they're easy enough to toe off, and with M sitting and working on his boots, he figures he should probably shuck off his jeans as well. The legs are the same as the rest of him: acres of perfect, unmarked, sun-warm skin, soft over impossibly hard muscle. But M's words make him a little blushy again.

"It's not like anyone sees me going to the gym. And I'm not going to waste my time there."

...he ducks a little.

"I'm not, um... pretendin--whoah-"

Because midsentence, he's being dragged into another kiss, and there's no complaint at all. He goes more than willingly, the extra weight sending them against the mattress and if he can kiss M against it, he sure as heck will.

"I don't know," he admits with a laugh of his own, rolling off a little to sort of settle half on M and half on his side. "I just- I like touching you. And having you touch me. And the kissing. I definitely like the kissing."

He's not. He'd done... some things. With Lana. Not quite going all the way, but he's got a decent idea of what he enjoys.

"Slow is- I like slow. But sometimes it can get a little overwhelming. If that makes sense."

Between his perception and his senses, it's a fine line to cross.

"You should probably- what's better, for a first time?"

"Have you done both?"

He clearly doesn't see anything... wrong with either side of things. He's heard some guys talk about it like that, but it sounds stupid to him. After all, both guys are gay. They're both getting off. What's the fucking difference besides a preference?

And they both sound nice, to be honest.

"I mean, do you have a preference?"