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Even prepared for this reaction, Nyx throws his weight forward on reflex, leaning into Midnighter as if he were holding him down with sheer force alone, as if the other man couldn't break Nyx's grip as easily as batting his lashes. It would be so easy for Midnighter to take back control any damn time he pleases, and even now Nyx can feel it, all that coiled power in the hard body beneath him, his gaze drawn to the shadows playing over the ripple of muscle and the taut cords of Midnighter's neck.

Heat jolts through him, leaving him breathless, cock pressed against the tight fabric of his briefs. Like hell he's gonna stop. Instead, Nyx sinks his teeth into the hard muscle at the join of neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise, to leave a brief mark, mine, before kissing back up the taut line of Midnighter's neck, possessive and adoring. (And there's a funny thought-- Nyx had never had anything or anyone to call his own before.)

His voice comes out a low, throbbing purr before teeth close around Midnighter's earlobe, a sudden sharp sting of a bite.

"Hey, I'm the one giving orders around here."

More breathy whines, and Midnighter has given up on dignity entirely. The computer is showing nothing but blood, system warnings, likelihood of defeat 98%. He tries to ignore it all, ignore the burning urge to surge forward and attack, the need to take control. It's a lot easier now, knowing Nyx like he does, being inured to the pictures of violence and destruction with his face interspersed. Still, this is a new level of... excitement, from Nyx, and the blindfold adds another layer. It's as amazing as it is frightening, and somehow that just heightens Midnighter's enjoyment.

"Oh, g-god-" He bears more of his throat, shifting underneath Nyx, his back arching. He needs more of this. If he has a little more, maybe it'll overwhelm his senses completely. "Fuck me, baby, I need- please-"

Midnighter arches and bucks beneath him, all coiled tension and raw power. Nyx can feel the heat rising from the other man's skin, sweat slick between them, clinging to his brow, palms damp as his pulse hammers in his ears. It's a dangerous game he's playing, thrilling, fucking addictive, like a rodeo with a massive toothy coerl or the last searing inhale before leaping headlong into a Nif war fleet. But Midnighter would never hurt him, never, and Nyx knows that even if his own body doesn't, spikes of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he reaches up to snap the flimsy cuffs around Midnighter's wrists, binding him to the headboard.

"What'd I just say?" His voice comes out a low, throbbing purr, husky with arousal even as he pointedly doesn't get into position behind Midnighter's ass. "Guess I'll just have to shut you up myself. C'mon, open up."

And casual as anything, Nyx hooks two fingers into his jaw, catching him mid-gasp before shifting forward, hips canted to press his cock between Midnighter's parted lips.

And Midnighter is left moaning, taking Nyx in and trying at this awkward angle to give him a good time. This is definitely turning him the fuck on, he can feel himself getting harder and needier, even as the computer is losing it in his head. But he's aroused enough to forget it; this is so fucking good, Nyx hot and domineering, looming above him and thrusting into his mouth.

Midnighter's hands have turned back to grip the headboard, hoping vainly that he'll be less likely to break the handcuffs if he holds on of his own accord. Instead, the wood creaks under his grip. Still, he keeps going, lavishing Nyx's cock with his attentions, trying to take in as much as he can at the angle he's got. Holy shit, this is hot.

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