[ The impatience only encourages Steve, who leans into the sharp edge of Loki's teeth, responding to the prompt willingly as his tongue flicks out to meet them. He raises his body up to help Loki get his shirt down over his shoulders, sighing as the cool air and the god's fingers touch his skin. The blond pauses briefly as he takes in the hunger in Loki's touch, the way he can't wait for Steve to shrug off his shirt before threatening to rip it. Then he moves, quickly sliding his leg beneath the god and bending his knee so his thigh is pressed up behind him, nudging him forward. ]
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