[ Loki's breath sounds loud in his ears and somewhat shaky to boot when Mobius breaks the kiss; it is only the two hands, one in his hair, one on his neck, that stop him from chasing that kiss further.
He's watching Mobius' mouth as he speaks, and then shifts his attention to the other man's eyes, his face in general. Loki's pupils are blown wide already. Everything Mobius is offering sounds perfect for him right now. Overwhelming and overstimulating and just what Loki needs to climb out of the darkness of his own head. The promise of more, later, if tonight is not enough. The insistence that Loki won't be able to plead, cajole, or demand his way out of it, when it threatens to undo him completely.
Mobius will be true to his word. He has no reason to disbelieve him. ]
Yes.
[ It's unclear, at first, if this is in response to Mobius' question or his offer overall, since he does nothing else for a moment until Loki picks up the glass without breaking eye contact and downs the rest of the liquid inside in one gesture before setting it back down again.
There's a small shudder across his shoulders, anticipation meeting the burn of alcohol. ]
no subject
He's watching Mobius' mouth as he speaks, and then shifts his attention to the other man's eyes, his face in general. Loki's pupils are blown wide already. Everything Mobius is offering sounds perfect for him right now. Overwhelming and overstimulating and just what Loki needs to climb out of the darkness of his own head. The promise of more, later, if tonight is not enough. The insistence that Loki won't be able to plead, cajole, or demand his way out of it, when it threatens to undo him completely.
Mobius will be true to his word. He has no reason to disbelieve him. ]
Yes.
[ It's unclear, at first, if this is in response to Mobius' question or his offer overall, since he does nothing else for a moment until Loki picks up the glass without breaking eye contact and downs the rest of the liquid inside in one gesture before setting it back down again.
There's a small shudder across his shoulders, anticipation meeting the burn of alcohol. ]
Upstairs, then?