Loki's breath is hot along his chest, and Paul looks at him with nothing but lust and desire, eyes glassy from want as he watches those too blue eyes sink lower. Paul shifts, lips parted as he widens his legs for Loki, captivated as the other gets low enough.

Those sinful lips touch his cock and Paul takes a hand to run down the other's undercut, carding into Loki's hair as the other's wet, hot mouth sends pleasure coursing through him.

"Loki," he breathes, and that hand on Loki's hair slips down to gently touch the side of the other's face as best as he can, a far cry from the brutally desperate way he'd handled the other when they first reunited.