[Loki is needy and desperate and pliant and wanting and. Maybe Mobius is starting to realize he's not entirely different.

The man opens his mouth, and Mobius wastes no time diving in, eager in his own way. This is a bad idea. He's sure of it. But it's not the first time he'd gone through with a bad idea, and it won't be the last. If this is the most honest they'll ever be, then why not lay it all bare figuratively and literally? The attraction has never been a secret. The desire to act on it has been there for a while. This will probably come back to bite them both in the ass at some point. Maybe not now, not even soon, but eventually. He does believe that.

But if there's fallout from this, they'll have had this in the first place.

His other hand comes up to rest at the curve of Loki's neck, and he pulls back slowly, reluctantly.]

I'm gonna take my time with you. You might ask me not to, might beg, might curse my name and demand it, and I won't hear it. I will take. my. time. And if I can't give you a proper fucking tonight, I can promise I will, eventually.

You wanna finish your drink before we go somewhere a little cozier?