attention economy
E, m/m, pwp, character study, humor, 10k
The sound of the brush against the boot consumes the next couple of minutes, hypnotic. Dick finds he's leaned in, far closer than he'd meant to. He sighs, sits back deliberately- he's not that into Midnighter. This isn't even something he's into in the first place. He's bored. This isn't a come on. The leather's started to shine like glass. He's losing the plot of this whole thing again, staring at the shoe, at Midnighter's hands working it over. He wonders what that brush would feel like against his face, what it would feel like if Midnighter decided to work him over like that instead, to focus all of his attention on him. Midnighter holds it out for him to inspect, the movement breezing the smell of leather over his face. "Gorgeous," Dick says, finding he really means it. Midnighter grins at him, expression going lecherous and intent. Maybe Dick's is coming on to him, somehow. He keeps his eye roll at himself internal. This would hardly be the weirdest thing he's done in his life. - DAILY REPORT: Had sex with the Midnighter on an impromptu side mission collecting dangerous technology. Got belted. Strengthened ally bond. Did not receive any new information as a result of intercourse.
Mild bootblacking fetish, a little bit of general leather tomfoolery (barely), bratting/brat taming, throatfucking, boot licking, physical fighting midsex for a laff, whipping (belt), generalized sadomasochism, all for your enjoyment on ao3. yay!
