[He has to admit that the name 'Silvertongue' is suddenly making a whole lot of sense now. Jason's hand moves from cupping Loki's cheek to running through his hair, but the gloves are still on. He can't feel anything, and suddenly all he wants to do is touch Loki. Feel the sensation of his smooth, glossy hair and gold-dusted skin under his own hands. He reaches up with his other hand, moaning softly into Loki's mouth when Loki nibbles on his lips, and pulls his gloves off. He breaks the kiss for a moment - what feels like too long of a moment - and presses his forehead against Loki's, part of it touching the golden horn thing he's wearing. He runs his hand through Loki's hair, gently, marveling at how soft it feels under him, in direct opposition to Loki's hard, lean body.]
Just nice? [He leans in again, kissing Loki gently before seizing his lower lip with his teeth and gently biting, pulling.] Because you're leaving me kind of breathless over here.
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Just nice? [He leans in again, kissing Loki gently before seizing his lower lip with his teeth and gently biting, pulling.] Because you're leaving me kind of breathless over here.