[ He melts into the kiss with happy hum, brushing through Peter's hair and draping both arms over his shoulders to loosely hold him close. A captured chef! It's the quietness in favour of intensity that lets him know Peter is Thinking with a capital T and he savours the kiss while it lasts but eases back as they part for a breath, just enough to look in his big brown doe eyes. Searching. Nerves about what he said he wanted, maybe, as Loki suspected? He contains his own blushing reaction to the kiss in order to ask, ]
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