Paul allows Loki to push himself forward, still kissing with ferocity, still never wanting to let Loki go, panting into the kiss as that winter jacket hits the floor. His abdomen wound is mostly healed, and even if it did hurt Paul's mind is a flurry of lust and desire and want and possessiveness that he can't explain. Loki's got his hands tracing down to his jeans and Paul's moan is half of a pleasured growl, hot and heavy by Loki's face.
Paul's knees hit the couch and he drops the hand on Loki's back to help him with his jeans, already rock hard, already wanting for every aspect of Loki he can have. He breathes out, full of need and pulls back only to kiss along that square, strong jaw, teeth scraping at the day's stubble as he tear at Loki's shirt. The buttons pop off with the strength of Paul's desire and it's a mere fraction of a second before those lips are on the other's clavicle like they were Loki's jaw only seconds before.
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Date: 2023-12-12 12:50 am (UTC)Paul's knees hit the couch and he drops the hand on Loki's back to help him with his jeans, already rock hard, already wanting for every aspect of Loki he can have. He breathes out, full of need and pulls back only to kiss along that square, strong jaw, teeth scraping at the day's stubble as he tear at Loki's shirt. The buttons pop off with the strength of Paul's desire and it's a mere fraction of a second before those lips are on the other's clavicle like they were Loki's jaw only seconds before.