Midnighter looks up with an expression of surprise, dulled only by tiredness. "Really, huh." He hadn't expected that. "Figuring you'd chew me out for it, not..."
He's not sure. Not want more, maybe, or not like it. The lines of what Marcus wants and adamantly doesn't want are thin and brittle and difficult for Midnighter to predict. He wants Marcus to be comfortable. He also wants to touch him everywhere almost all the time.
Even now, though the desire is more platonic, more lazy; the idea of laying down with Marcus in his arms sounds like a fucking miracle.
"Well, I'll put that on my to-do list when I'm no longer perforated." He gives Marcus a wicked look in return. "That means you got three days to steel yourself, babe."
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He's not sure. Not want more, maybe, or not like it. The lines of what Marcus wants and adamantly doesn't want are thin and brittle and difficult for Midnighter to predict. He wants Marcus to be comfortable. He also wants to touch him everywhere almost all the time.
Even now, though the desire is more platonic, more lazy; the idea of laying down with Marcus in his arms sounds like a fucking miracle.
"Well, I'll put that on my to-do list when I'm no longer perforated." He gives Marcus a wicked look in return. "That means you got three days to steel yourself, babe."