[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?

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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[Bobby moans out another string of fervent curses as he feels Midnighter inside of him, finding that spot. It should be illegal, how good he is with his hands. He raises his hips a little higher in response to the question, offering himself up to Midnighter.]

I'm - I'm ready for you.