[ It's the one thing they've both allowed themselves to have fully and completely, something that Paul had only felt was right to do: they carved a piece of themselves out of the rot of how they grew up in, found themselves together like this, Loki panting and grasping at him, Paul far too on the verge to stop him as the other's hand slides up and at his skin. He doesn't mind--he's not self conscious in the least, muscles toned from the hours he spends on cars--though there is the still healing stab wound, long since closed but still rough to the touch and painful at times, the only reason Paul's not picking Loki up and throwing him around. A hypocritical thing to hide from Loki when Loki's bare and naked and his skin is inked and scarred, but Paul thinks nothing of it. It's hard for him to concentrate when he's finally allowing himself so much pleasure.
Loki consumes him, always has: Paul's possessiveness bleeds into obsession, and this is one of those times. At long last, the only person who truly understands him is writhing underneath him and panting, looking so obscenely beautiful with that flushed face and those semi parted lips. ]
Fuck--[ He really can't control himself. The gloved hand moves from the side of Loki's face to slide down to his neck, not yet applying pressure as he begins to pound into the other with more purpose, far more animalistic than he had been moments before, a thin sheen of sweat already forming on his person. He knows Loki can stop him at any time, and that's part of the thrill: that Loki may not even want to. ]
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Loki consumes him, always has: Paul's possessiveness bleeds into obsession, and this is one of those times. At long last, the only person who truly understands him is writhing underneath him and panting, looking so obscenely beautiful with that flushed face and those semi parted lips. ]
Fuck--[ He really can't control himself. The gloved hand moves from the side of Loki's face to slide down to his neck, not yet applying pressure as he begins to pound into the other with more purpose, far more animalistic than he had been moments before, a thin sheen of sweat already forming on his person. He knows Loki can stop him at any time, and that's part of the thrill: that Loki may not even want to. ]