[ Loki's eyes slowly open as Mobius speaks, half-lidded and bracing for another gentle rejection or another question about why how and whether or not it's a good idea. Not that he's tired of them, exactly; he enjoys talking to Mobius at the best of times and while this is not the best of times it's also not nearly as bad as it could be.
At least the other man is here, in front of him.
He's just not sure which of them is in need of convincing right now.
There's a little line between his brows at what Mobius divulges. A lifetime of secret hookups? More likely than you think, apparently.
And here he'd been imagining that Mobius had gotten at some point to have a first love, something forged of bright passion and flaming hope that time or circumstance had changed for him.
The touch kind of brings all of those thoughts to a screeching halt, Loki's eyes opening more fully and then going a bit wide as Mobius continues speaking. He doesn't get a word in edgewise as he's pulled down towards Mobius in order to kiss him and that, honestly?
Is fine.
He can let his body do the communicating at this point.
Loki's side of the kiss starts off softly enough, getting used to the feel of it, the tickle from Mobius' mustache and the sensation of the other man's lips on his own. The taste of alcohol on both their tongues, different yet complementary. He lets his eyes close and his mouth open, hands at his sides before one settles at Mobius' hip. He means to make a noise of encouragement but what comes out is something that is merely wanton and little else. ]
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At least the other man is here, in front of him.
He's just not sure which of them is in need of convincing right now.
There's a little line between his brows at what Mobius divulges. A lifetime of secret hookups? More likely than you think, apparently.
And here he'd been imagining that Mobius had gotten at some point to have a first love, something forged of bright passion and flaming hope that time or circumstance had changed for him.
The touch kind of brings all of those thoughts to a screeching halt, Loki's eyes opening more fully and then going a bit wide as Mobius continues speaking. He doesn't get a word in edgewise as he's pulled down towards Mobius in order to kiss him and that, honestly?
Is fine.
He can let his body do the communicating at this point.
Loki's side of the kiss starts off softly enough, getting used to the feel of it, the tickle from Mobius' mustache and the sensation of the other man's lips on his own. The taste of alcohol on both their tongues, different yet complementary. He lets his eyes close and his mouth open, hands at his sides before one settles at Mobius' hip. He means to make a noise of encouragement but what comes out is something that is merely wanton and little else. ]