[ They have been touchy since their first night, both craving the affection in honest desire, and it couldn't be coursing through Loki's veins any hotter as Peter keeps going on about wanting to get to know him (wanting to hear Loki speak), drugging him dizzily on longing. He slides off his stool to loom in close, situating himself between Peter's legs, and slides both hands down a red-and-blue chest to encircle a waist with a squeeze. ]

I don't think I've ever wanted to have a man more when you talk like that.

[ His lips skate close to Peter's, giving into the urge to kiss him just as deeply as he was moments before, and he lets a low moan melt into the passing of tongues. When the slow, sticky slide ends, he rests their foreheads together with a heated look under his lashes, the touches down his back causing him to arch in close. ]

Let me peel you free of that costume and spread you out, dear.