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[It isn't often that Bobby feels like he's burning - but every kiss, every touch feels like he's being set on fire. It's all he can do to stop himself from icing up - and he's promised himself that this time there will be no freezing at all. He watches Midnighter leave a trail of kisses down his torso, at one point reaching down and gently running his hand through Midnighter's hair. Many would be tempted to be rough, maybe pull the hair, something - but that's never been Bobby's style. His eyes tick up towards the control room when the question is asked.]

Umm, slim? Most of the senior crew is off dealing with an emergency, and I've already - it's been booked so most anyone would be turned away and not allowed to enter. There's a couple of teleporters and people who can go intangible, but I don't think they'll be bothering us tonight.

[A look of worry crosses Bobby's face. He'd thought the whole Danger Room thing would be fun and sexy but -]

Is this a bad idea?

[Midnighter leaves a kiss with lightly scraping teeth on the jut of one hip. His eyes slowly gaze back up to find Bobby's.] If you say it's safe, we're safe. I trust you.

[It's the most romantic thing he can think to say. Trust, especially with someone as sweet and kind as Bobby, feels like an incredible gift.]

[There it is again - fire. He reaches down, placing a hand on Midnighter's cheek, tracing the hollow of it. The scariest part about Midnighter, Bobby realizes, isn't the violence he's capable of. The scariest part of him is how much Bobby wants to just open up to him, give him as much of himself as possible, and not just physically.]

I trust you too. And I promise - no interruptions. No one's scheduled to be in here until eleven am tomorrow.

[Midnighter closes his eyes, leans into Bobby's hand, huffing out a contented sigh. Even with a resting face, he doesn't look peaceful or soft, but he's capable of a sort of contentment rarely seen by anyone.]

[And then he turns toward Bobby's open jeans, pulling boxers aside to run his tongue over the side of Bobby's cock.]

[Bobby sucks in a deep breath, holding in what's likely going to be the first of many, many moans. He leans back a little, taking his hand back from where it was laying against Midnighter's cheek, but not his gaze. Bobby has, in the past, imagined a lot of things about the sort of love life he might have - and the kind of life he might deny himself. Never in any of those imaginings did he factor in the sort of situation where he might have someone has incredible as this man in any capacity. He knows Midnighter isn't the soft, cuddly sort of teddy bear guy, but that's also not what Bobby's been looking for, considering how well that description fits Bobby. But there's a specific sort of tenderness that Midnighter brings that Bobby's never felt before, and having him here, this handsome, dangerous man with his head between his legs, honestly seeming to care about Bobby's wants and needs... He exhales softly, finally.]

[Midnighter's eyes flash up, gaze intense as always. He moves back an inch.] You gonna try'n stay quiet? Gonna fuckin' hold out on me? [He reaches up to give Bobby's balls a gentle squeeze, reaching two fingers back to gently pet at Bobby's taint.] C'mon.

[Bobby bites down on his lip when Midnighter squeezes him, but the corners of his lips curve up into a playful smile. It's when Midnighter's firm, gentle touch pets his taint that Bobby physically bucks, eyes flashing with pleasure. There's a muffled moan, followed by a chuckle.]

Come on, handsome. I thought you liked a challenge?

[There's that deep, dark chuckle again, but this time it's with Midnighter's mouth on Bobby's cock, vibrating through. He bobs his head again, getting a feel for it, the computer mapping out its shape. Why the computer does this, Midnighter would prefer not to think about (combat simulation: more teeth, more blood), but it does give him something of an advantage. He can sense where all the sensitive spots are, and stays there, lavishing special attention while his free hand continues to massage the rest of Bobby needing attention.]

[It's all Bobby can do to keep a moan from escaping his lips. There's a challenge at play, now, to see how long it takes before Midnighter can make him scream. He raises his hips as Midnighter massages him down there, a wave of pleasure washing over him. For someone who has always kept something of himself behind an impenetrable wall, afraid to let anyone get too close, he's surprisingly receptive to this. Bobby reaches down, encouraging fingers grazing the top of Midnighter's head.]

[Time to pull out the big guns. Midnighter's been an experiment for as far back as he can remember (literally), and a lot of that involved removing sensitivities others have. For example, he's got no gag reflex. Taking the entirety of Bobby's cock, massaging the tip with the strong muscles of his throat? No problem. He hums as he goes, adding vibration to the stimulation.]

[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.]

[Which means it's time to double down, really. Midnighter puts more pressure on his throat, while pressing a little more intensely at Bobby's balls and taint. Half a whispered moan is alright, but Midnighter is accustomed to overwhelming victory, or nothing at all.]

[Bobby's been tortured enough times in his past to where he's able to keep it together through all sorts of pain - the pain intended to harm you. This isn't that. Keeping it together against mounting waves of pleasure isn't something he's ever prepared himself for, and holding it in just to tease Midnighter is becoming more and more difficult. Plus, he doesn't really want to hold out on him, that would be unduly cruel. He runs a hand through his own hair and throws one of his legs over Midnighter's broad shoulder, and finally gives Midnighter the first part of what he wants - a loud, pleasurable, long moan, mixed in with some sort of garbled expletive that sounds more like fevered gibberish than anything else.]

[Midnighter laughs, a deep sound in his throat that only serves to add more vibration wrapping around Bobby's cock. Between his own arousal, Bobby's everything, and the buzzing of the computer, all Midnighter can really focus on is working Bobby over. Everything else is fuzz at the edge of his consciousness; he needs to focus on one task, and he's chosen this.]

God, I hate you.

[He doesn't, clearly, but Bobby concedes the win to his partner. He laughs, this weird laugh-moan thing, and reaches down, nimble fingers deftly stroking Midnighter's hair, moaning in encouragement. Bobby thrusts his hips back and forth, gently, moving against the bobbing of Midnighter's head. Now that he's not fighting to win, it's easier to give in, to let Midnighter take control of where this is going - and he's willing to let Midnighter take it anywhere.]

[Another rumbling laugh, and Midnighter moves off him, turning his head to kiss the jut of Bobby's hip.] Just curious, [he says, voice deep and affectionate,] does your winter wonderland have lube?

[Bobby wonders if Midnighter's ever aware of just how good his laugh sounds. Sometimes he gets the feeling that he gets too far caught up in the darker aspects of his life to ever realize the brightness that he himself brings.]

Please don't judge me for this, but there may or may not be some lube and, uh, some condoms in my jeans pocket.

[He shoots Midnighter an embarrassed grin, though what he has to be embarrassed about now, he doesn't know. After all, he's lying naked in front of a man in a simulated winter wonderland, the ceiling pretending to be a swirl of Northern Lights. He's already veered too far into camp territory.]

Not that you asked about condoms, but. You know. Helpful information is helpful. I swear I'm not being presumptuous.

[Midnighter, controversely, looks like the cat that caught the canary. He sits back, slowly unzipping his own fly.]

Is it presumptuous to say I wanna fuck you right now?

[In response, Bobby leans forward, shifting so that he can help tug Midnighter's pants off. He takes Midnighter's cock in his hand, with a firm grip, stroking it, his thumb teasing the tip, as he presses a hungry kiss to his mouth, playfully tugging on the man's lower lip when he pulls back.]

Take me.

[Midnighter isn't nearly as miserly with his groans and gasps, happy to let Bobby know just how much he's enjoying every second of this. Hand on Bobby's hip, he nudges Bobby a bit, asking a question-] On your back or what? Anything for you, babe.

[Bobby's well aware that Midnighter's generally not the most talkative guy, but the fact that he's so vocal about this is something that Bobby likes, and appreciates. Bobby might be vocal in other ways, but at least here he knows precisely how Midnighter feels. One last stroke and then Bobby presses another kiss to Midnighter's lips, shifting into his preferred position then.]

On my back. I want to be able to look at you.

[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.]

[This time, Bobby isn't quite so miserly with his sounds of pleasure. The way Midnighter looks at him, like he's some pleasurable prey that Midnighter's about to feast on, is thrilling, and he wants to make sure that Midnighter knows it.]

[And that's not something to sniff at. Midnighter leans in, teeth scraping at Bobby's shoulder, as he works him up. He adds another finger to move inside Bobby, and finds his voice even gruffer than usual-] You look so fucking good, babe.

[For someone usually so guarded, Bobby is quick to give Midnighter easy access to himself - all of himself. Bobby tilts his head away from Midnighter, giving the man space to scrape at his shoulder. His moans are feverish as he feels himself opening up for Midnighter, and he moves against Midnighter's firm, fingers, lifting his hips up. He smiles at the compliment, and it's possible his cheeks flush an even darker shade than they had been moments ago. Compliments - he's not used to them.]

God your fingers are - [- are what? Magic? Amazing? Talented? Even in the moment, it all sounds so hokey and juvenile, and he doesn't want to sound hokey or juvenile. He breathes out again, a moaning whimper, and the look he gives Midnighter says it better than his words ever could. There's few things he's enjoyed more than this.]

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