[ The yank down does catch Midnight somewhat offguard, his pink eyes widening, but he does listen quite intently. He's not sure if anything said is anything that everyone else can't hear — of course he isn't throwing the round, as far as Midnight's concerned — but he does make it a point to listen when his attention is so clearly demanded. It's a privilege to hear someone's true thoughts, after all.
The wolf-whistler earns themselves a very impassive stare shot over Midnight's shoulder, which is more of a warning look than anything, but a short, soft growl does kick up in Midnight's chest very briefly. Not audible for anyone but his partner to hear — Midnight is a civilized vampire, thank you — but this is his show. If the lad is agitated enough for even Midnight to notice, he'd appreciate less commentary from the audience.
Anyway, Midnight turns his attention back to the young man, setting aside the lube after squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips — and Midnight is quite warm, pleasantly so — and lifts those still-trousered legs, settling both onto one broad shoulder easily. There's no pause for logistics, no hesitance, just a hand at his partner's bottom, teasing him open.
Midnight looks down at his partner and smiles slightly. ]
Call me Midnight, by the way.
[ His wet fingers dive for that small ring of muscle, and Midnight's eyelids lower in concentration, focusing on nothing in particular. He's being very patient; his hands are proportionate to his size, but Midnight's quite a large man. He settles his middle finger first, letting the muscle accustom itself to the intrusion, then slowly pushes, then twists inside, letting his finger curl slightly to create space.
He understands that taking it this slowly might set off this young man's temper again, but he's quite determined to do this properly, without harming him. After that... Well, he would like for this to be enjoyable, but at this point, he's figured out that getting a perfectly honest answer out of this lad is impossible. Better to do the best job he can and hope no permanent harm is done. ]
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The wolf-whistler earns themselves a very impassive stare shot over Midnight's shoulder, which is more of a warning look than anything, but a short, soft growl does kick up in Midnight's chest very briefly. Not audible for anyone but his partner to hear — Midnight is a civilized vampire, thank you — but this is his show. If the lad is agitated enough for even Midnight to notice, he'd appreciate less commentary from the audience.
Anyway, Midnight turns his attention back to the young man, setting aside the lube after squeezing some onto his fingers. He warms it between his fingertips — and Midnight is quite warm, pleasantly so — and lifts those still-trousered legs, settling both onto one broad shoulder easily. There's no pause for logistics, no hesitance, just a hand at his partner's bottom, teasing him open.
Midnight looks down at his partner and smiles slightly. ]
Call me Midnight, by the way.
[ His wet fingers dive for that small ring of muscle, and Midnight's eyelids lower in concentration, focusing on nothing in particular. He's being very patient; his hands are proportionate to his size, but Midnight's quite a large man. He settles his middle finger first, letting the muscle accustom itself to the intrusion, then slowly pushes, then twists inside, letting his finger curl slightly to create space.
He understands that taking it this slowly might set off this young man's temper again, but he's quite determined to do this properly, without harming him. After that... Well, he would like for this to be enjoyable, but at this point, he's figured out that getting a perfectly honest answer out of this lad is impossible. Better to do the best job he can and hope no permanent harm is done. ]