[ Steve doesn't expect the kiss. Somehow, even when he's perfectly comfortable with Loki and their relationship, he doesn't always expect the kisses and affection. After all, it is Loki, and expecting affection is something like expecting affection from a cat. He almost flushes at the light brush against his palm, eyes widening as he watches Loki hold his hand and smile with the almost unsteady fondness. They are having a nice moment and he really doesn't need to stir up stardust, but Steve moves forward quickly, pulling Loki in by arm he has hold of, and kisses him, lips closing over the cautious smile, swallowing his words with a rough passion and a purr in his throat. ]
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