Paul knows where Loki's other hand is going, can see it in the slight curve of the other's shoulder, and fuck if that does't send shivers down his spine. Loki's getting off on doing this to him. Loki's touching him, his cock so deep in his mouth he gags--the sound makes his legs widen with a murmur of approval--and he likes it so much he has to touch himself.

Loki's mouth feels wet; warm velvet as he willingly pushes himself to swallow all of Paul. The blond exhales, breath shaky as the hand on Loki's jaw presses hard before sliding up that skull, past the short undercut to grab a fistful of his flame's beautiful long hair. He pulls just hard enough to cause a little jolt of pain but not enough to have the other ease up.

"Let's see how good you can be," he murmurs, hand forcefully keeping Loki in place as he begins to move his hips.