[ Loki would be laughing if his mouth weren't currently locked onto Jim's, parting those soft lips with a rewarding lick and giving him the kiss Jim needs, slow and deep with a heat that burns in the pit of Loki's chest and rises up into white noise in his ears, blotting out everything in the world but the way Jim tastes and feels beneath him. The press of the tree becomes more pronounced against Jim's back as Loki crowds in, sliding a thigh up the inside of his partner's legs — for stability, surely — as he eats up almost all the space between them.
Long fingers pull at a blond scruff of hair as the amorous kiss switches angles with the intake of a breath but Loki lets his greedy nature take over and never really stops devouring the beautiful man in his arms. Not if he can help it. The pinkness of Jim's lips is a taunt that begs to be bitten red, over and over, soothed with sweet pecks as his affections crash over Jim in waves, his attention as hard to sway as the sea once caught, intending to leave the captain just as breathless.
He kisses Jim without a care in the world for whoever might see how much Loki wants him. ]
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Long fingers pull at a blond scruff of hair as the amorous kiss switches angles with the intake of a breath but Loki lets his greedy nature take over and never really stops devouring the beautiful man in his arms. Not if he can help it. The pinkness of Jim's lips is a taunt that begs to be bitten red, over and over, soothed with sweet pecks as his affections crash over Jim in waves, his attention as hard to sway as the sea once caught, intending to leave the captain just as breathless.
He kisses Jim without a care in the world for whoever might see how much Loki wants him. ]