[ 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. ]
[ Loki huffs, a breathless laugh. He lets himself be nudged forward as his hands wander over Steve's chest and pecs with a reverence Loki rarely shows. ]
I want you.
[ Kissing the corner of Steve's lips. ]
I want your hands all over me. I want you to hold me so tight I cannot breathe.
[ Those three simple words out of Loki feel like he's getting handed a key to a brand new world. He breathes in deeply, admiring the way Loki seems to shimmer as he laughs. And then he turns his body, flipping Loki to the side and rolling so he can pin the god beneath him, holding him down like he might try to escape. ]
I'm not letting you go. I hope you know that.
[ He obliges Loki's words by running his hands down his sides, fingers bouncing lightly off of his skin as Steve counts his ribs and traces the edge of his hips. Once they reach that point, they hold him, kneading the tension lying in his frame as Steve perches over him. ]
[ It is the simple expressions Steve uses that catch his breath, making Loki pause and stutter. Even now, he looks up, eyes blown wide open, catching the light of stars in green. Sinuously, Loki curls his arms around Steve's neck, fingers brushing over his nape and short hairs. There was something utterly seductive about being at Steve's mercy, letting him dictate what Loki should get. He shivers at the thought. ]
[ The questions earns a grin from the soldier. He can tell Loki is looking for a compliment, and instead of finding that needy or selfish, he thinks it's sweet. The fact Loki cares what Steve might say is as meaningful as the fact he created a world of stars for them to lie in. He leans down, kisses him with a slow, deliberate attention. When he breaks off, Steve licks the edge of his lips, breathing warmth against his skin. ]
You're a small star, but the brightest one in the sky. I can pick you out from all the others. My light.
[ He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, threading them between the black strands and watching the stardust shiver as it's dislodged. Steve slides down Loki's body smoothly, teasing as he goes, taking the time to rub his erection against Loki's stomach and brush his calloused thumb pad over one of his nipples, guiding his legs apart once he gets to them so he can kneel between his thighs. ]
[ It is a rare thing to see Loki overwhelmed. But he's practically glowing, his cheeks warm from the compliments and the praise, turning him loose and limber. He whines softly, trying to get more friction. His hands reach out to grab Steve and pull him closer, though his success at that seems dubious at best. ]
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Tell me what you want.
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I want you.
[ Kissing the corner of Steve's lips. ]
I want your hands all over me. I want you to hold me so tight I cannot breathe.
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I'm not letting you go. I hope you know that.
[ He obliges Loki's words by running his hands down his sides, fingers bouncing lightly off of his skin as Steve counts his ribs and traces the edge of his hips. Once they reach that point, they hold him, kneading the tension lying in his frame as Steve perches over him. ]
I've never gotten to hold a star.
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What sort of star am I?
[ Because Loki always fishes. ]
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You're a small star, but the brightest one in the sky. I can pick you out from all the others. My light.
[ He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, threading them between the black strands and watching the stardust shiver as it's dislodged. Steve slides down Loki's body smoothly, teasing as he goes, taking the time to rub his erection against Loki's stomach and brush his calloused thumb pad over one of his nipples, guiding his legs apart once he gets to them so he can kneel between his thighs. ]
You keep me going. I hope you know that.
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Steve.