[ That's nice, cosy and familiar in ways they aren't yet but with which the alcohol helps. Loki feels like Jim could be someone he trusts, someone worth keeping around, like Peter. Someone potentially dear.
His smile curls at the corner of his lips and he huffs warmly into Jim's hair, tilting his chin to accept the slide of a damp mouth tickling its way down his neck. The caress under his shirt prompts a wriggle, as if staving off ticklishness to enjoy being touched, and when he sighs Jim's name again it's lower with a pleased rumble, minus the tease. ]
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His smile curls at the corner of his lips and he huffs warmly into Jim's hair, tilting his chin to accept the slide of a damp mouth tickling its way down his neck. The caress under his shirt prompts a wriggle, as if staving off ticklishness to enjoy being touched, and when he sighs Jim's name again it's lower with a pleased rumble, minus the tease. ]
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