[It had been so long. So long since Loki had felt this kind of jolt of energy, of want. Of need. He wasn't a virgin, he'd had sex before, but not for years upon years. Not after Paul. Fuck. His heartrate jumps at the first touch of that leather on his skin, breath already going a little shaky at the way Paul grabs his chin.
Something in his eyes softened away from the soft rebellion he always carried in them.]
Yes sir. Tell me what to do.
[He'd do it. He'd do whatever Paul wanted. He'd go chase down the fucking moon if Paul wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered.]
no subject
Something in his eyes softened away from the soft rebellion he always carried in them.]
Yes sir. Tell me what to do.
[He'd do it. He'd do whatever Paul wanted. He'd go chase down the fucking moon if Paul wanted. Right now, nothing else mattered.]