[The look in Loki's eyes almost had David pulling back in concern, except... Except is really just the only word that works here. Except he likes the kiss. Except he's leaning forward into it because that's a burn he gets. Except it feels right in the moment to yield, even with it hungry and lewd and their being in public. No, he is pinned by the man's strong hold, trapped in a space he wants to me, and he can't help but reach a hand to Loki's chest.
Fuck this, this position is awkward. He pushes against Loki's chest, not to push him away or break the kiss that feels like its own sort of deep engagement, but rather to push Loki back down against the ground to kiss him back with just as much vigor.
Strange, how he isn't even flustered about the when or where, or even the tittering laughter of some around them and one cheerfully spirited call of 'get a room'.]
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Fuck this, this position is awkward. He pushes against Loki's chest, not to push him away or break the kiss that feels like its own sort of deep engagement, but rather to push Loki back down against the ground to kiss him back with just as much vigor.
Strange, how he isn't even flustered about the when or where, or even the tittering laughter of some around them and one cheerfully spirited call of 'get a room'.]