It was just as much about caving to his own whorish and desperately needy desires as it was about pleasing Paul, one fed the other without a hitch, an unbroken circuit of Loki not knowing any other way to prove how he felt. It had been agony to not reach out and touch him at the garage, to not be better equipped to thank Paul for hustling for him, to appreciate him for it.

He moans as he bobs, face leaning into Paul's palm - Loki may have been pushing him around, but their dynamic was what it was. All Paul had to do was assert himself and Loki would fall into line. As it was, he worked his pants open, cock already throbbing and straining against his boxers as soon as the trousers fell away. It also didn't escape his notice that they were going to have to be careful with that window there.

His aim was not to get Paul off, not yet, not like this, not unless Paul wanted, but to get to watch Paul's face and enjoy the feeling of Paul fucking his throat, hand idly stroking himself through his boxers before he buries the Driver as far as possible, gagging a little on the thickness and abuse, and pulling off with a gasping breath. He didn't mind the mess of spit and slick - a good blowjob wasn't good without it.