[Jamie rolls his eyes, because his IQ definitely isn't fucking that high and is probably in the double digits. He looks up at Midnighter as the man leans over him, kind of pins him in place in the best way possible: Jamie loves feeling covered.
He reaches up to brush his fingers along Mid's cheek as the other man nuzzles against his cheek; he breathes in sharply when Mid's tongue brushes against his ear.]
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He reaches up to brush his fingers along Mid's cheek as the other man nuzzles against his cheek; he breathes in sharply when Mid's tongue brushes against his ear.]
Did you? Poor thing, have I been neglecting you?