[There are a lot of perks to having a certified Magical Boyfriend. One of them, seemingly, is the easy dismissal of clothes at any opportune moment--the sudden shift from wet, heavier cloth giving way to fully exposed, slick skin a very welcome one.
Even more so when its skin Peter's familiar with, missed in a strange way that reaches into his marrow which makes it easy to feel and feed into the energy Loki radiates--hands, mouth, lips, all meeting and searching for as much of Loki as he can.
The invitation to slide closer is also met in earnest, so much so that long leg that slides neatly across Peter's hip ends up in the perfect position for him to slip a hand into the soft skin in the crease of Loki's knee. His fingers trickle glacial up the underside of his boyfriend's leg, just appreciating the feel of him there before the other hand comes around to the underside of Loki's other leg to hoist him up against the damp wall and beneath the warm spray.
There's no rush here, none at all, and Peter clearly plans to make the most of that fact as he gently presses his teeth down against Loki's lowerlip to give a light tug and softly muttered 'hi' between their mouths, as if greetings aren't somewhere longer behind them, along with the pile of wet clothes Loki's vanished off somewhere.]
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Even more so when its skin Peter's familiar with, missed in a strange way that reaches into his marrow which makes it easy to feel and feed into the energy Loki radiates--hands, mouth, lips, all meeting and searching for as much of Loki as he can.
The invitation to slide closer is also met in earnest, so much so that long leg that slides neatly across Peter's hip ends up in the perfect position for him to slip a hand into the soft skin in the crease of Loki's knee. His fingers trickle glacial up the underside of his boyfriend's leg, just appreciating the feel of him there before the other hand comes around to the underside of Loki's other leg to hoist him up against the damp wall and beneath the warm spray.
There's no rush here, none at all, and Peter clearly plans to make the most of that fact as he gently presses his teeth down against Loki's lowerlip to give a light tug and softly muttered 'hi' between their mouths, as if greetings aren't somewhere longer behind them, along with the pile of wet clothes Loki's vanished off somewhere.]