That soft little snarl of Paul's goes straight to Loki's dick and as soon as the jeans are out of the way, he's pushing denim down and out of the way so he can grab Paul's hips. He didn't hear the little moan that slips out as he's nipped and kissed at, brow furrowed in pleasure, and doesn't give the tearing of the shirt more than a surprised sharp inhale and tears it off the rest of the way with a tight throated groan that slipped back into panting into Paul's ear. As soon as his hands were free, one slid around Paul's neck, fingers lightly gripping his head, the other moved back to briefly fist in his shirt before that's getting pulled up.

As soon as they were shirtless, Loki shoves Paul back into the couch, following quickly after with his own as he kisses him again, weight propped on one hand on the back of the couch to keep him from falling fully into Paul's chest and allowing him the ability to more slowly sink down to his knees. The kiss broke when he came out of reach of it, but they redirected to Paul's chest and stomach, carefully avoiding Paul's wound until he got low enough to grab and sink the hard length down his throat.