Clark is... recovering. Because he's orgasmed before, oh you bet he has. He's a college-age man, and before that he was a teenage boy, and one who had been seriously concerned about his ability to- well, to- that is-

Look, he'd had to investigate, thoroughly, before he'd ever thought of venturing beyond his own hand for enjoyment.

But that was-

He-

Okay, as his senses start filtering back into place, he notices M shifting and moving in ways that aren't actually necessary for kissing him. That's when his hand, somewhat shakily, reaches out to settle at his hip and he turns his head down to try and find his eyes.

"Gimme a- I wanna-

"You too."

Words will come back, but he's putting his effort into moving his hand down to try and reach between M's legs to get a feel for what's going on there.

Even through the haze of everything else, he remembers the things that M's told him; his touch is careful, gentle. It's not hesitant, but he is exploring Midnighter's length with a decent amount of his attention focused on where seems to do what, how much M seems to respond.

He shifts a little, sliding his fingers around in a feather-light sheath around Midnighter's cock before pumping it slow and steady: one, two, back and forth. His other hand shifts a little so he can get a handle on M's ass, squeeze it a little to hold him as he works.

Light, but not too slow. He's trying to do what he likes only... a little more. Hopefully, M's down for it.

If M hadn't been enthusiastic, he might have been a little worried. As it is, he works him down slow and careful before pulling his hand away, using the tips of his fingers that don't have something of a mess on them to leave a soft caress, almost like a good bye.

As M tucks into his neck, Clark uses the hand that isn't sticky to run up and down his back. Maybe it's soothing; mostly it's affection and a pleasure he wants to share at the both of them feeling (he hopes) really good.

The sticky hand he extricates carefully from between them and considers what to do with it. After a moment, he sticks one finger into his mouth to start sucking it off, half curious and half just, well, wanting to not make too much of a mess as he can.

It's... he can't say it's what he was expecting. It's definitely not bad. He has no objections to cleaning his fingers this way, at least for the moment. When he hears M, he can't help a smile.

"Neither of us had to do anything. But it's nice. When someone does." Feeling like he might have undersold the whole thing, he tries again.

"Really nice."

He takes the tissues and uses them to get the rest cleaned up, one arm tucked around M to let him get all the warmth and scent he might want. Clark's enjoying the closeness too, honestly. M feels... good. Solid. He likes this, a lot if he's honest.

"I don't know, you seem pretty sweet to me," Clark says, entirely earnest, and he means every word. M's been so affectionate and open and made him feel so good, both from the sex and just... feeling like he's just another person. Another person with powers, yes, but that that... doesn't stop him from being just another person. It's something he really enjoys, this weird 'not normal but not a freak' kind of feeling. It has him leaning over to press a kiss to the other man's temple.

The look on his face asks, without any words, why any sane and rational being wouldn't want to do that again. With the kissing and the- everything. Why not? Why wouldn't he?

He looks M up and down for a moment and figures out that he needs to say something before leaning in to kiss him on the forehead before resting his own against it.

"I like this. I like you. I don't know if you want to- I mean, whatever" because the sex stuff was great but the other parts, those were the ones that, in a lot of ways, were sticking the most "I want to be friends. Whatever else we decide. If that's okay."

"Not till tomorrow morning," he admits with a shrug as he tucks in a little closer and, yeah, now that everything's clean, he can let one of his hands kind of run lightly along Midnighter's hair and his head. He likes hands in his hair, so maybe M will too.

"But I can come back. Like I said, it's not too bad to fly here if you can't open a door."

Clark just nods, because for him, it's a pretty simple decision. M is a sweetheart, in his humble opinion, and he doesn't see any reason for him not to spend the night curled up in each other's arms whether they have more sex stuff or just watch tv or read or talk or even just sleep. M seems really comfortable and honestly, he's comfortable too.

"I can make breakfast if you've got stuff."

Because he's always thinking of saving a little money. He's a broke college student who grew up on a family-run farm. Money wasn't really something he's ever had.

"Technically, I don't have to either," he points out, because he doesn't. Sunlight does it for him if he can get it. But- "But I like food. And I like cooking."

He leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"It'd be nice to take care of you too."

Clark can't help a short little chuckle, soft enough it's almost just a breath and a smile.

"You don't have to go anywhere right now," he points out, and that comes with another of those thoughtless, affectionate little kisses. Clark's just the sort to show how he feels.

He doesn't see what there is to look at of himself, but if it makes M happy, he's happy to let him.

Clark leans into those touches, and doesn't seem at all to mind them. In fact, the way he's shifting, he'd like some more, please. Desperate for it in some ways.

"Yeah," he says after a moment. "I can stay. It's not a big deal. Just... have to make sure I don't oversleep."

Clark actually perks up a little at that, and it's not really relief, because he liked when people slept. It was peaceful to watch them, nice to lay against them and lose himself into a meditation state with their rhythms. But-

"No, I don't really. Not unless... you know. Sometimes, for dreaming. But I don't really want to sleep tonight."

Clark can't help a bright laugh at the groping and he turns a little to let M get a little more on top of him. He likes the weight, likes feeling the other man pressed up against him.

"I feel like I could kiss you all night."

He likes the kissing. He likes it a lot, likes how Midnighter tastes, likes how firm and heavy he is, likes the way his body feels on top of him. He especially likes that voice, rough and gravely and perfect, when it mentions things like-

"Like what?"

He sounds... interested. A little awestruck.