[ Loki likes to tell himself that he can be patient. That he possesses the capability if nothing else. And, to be fair, he has some support in this. Traditionally, you know, in the sense of how things have gone in the past.
The problem is that for all of those moments when he possessed the ability to be patient it was because he had a strong concept of what the reward would be. What he'd get in the end of it. The means justifying the ends, and all of that.
No such luck right now, though.
Because he wants to be overwhelmed, to be pushed out of his own head, and historically that has meant intense physical responses being pushed to their maximum. It has not meant gentleness; more often than not, far from it. It has rarely meant an emotional connection. He is used to falling into the deep end (sometimes literally) as quickly as possible. Loki is, still, not used to whatever this is shaping up to be.
Death by a thousand soft touches and kisses, perhaps.
The hand on his thigh is nice, causing Loki to make a soft intake of breath. The hands in his hair? Amazing. Soft and present and it's nearly too much already, how is he supposed to withstand this?
By the time Mobius leans in to kiss him Loki's eyes are shut. He doesn't open them again either, he just... tries very hard not to press too much, to ask for too much with his body, but that means hands fisted in Mobius' shirt before he realizes it and by then it's probably too late. There's another soft, needy sort of noise that gets lost in it and Loki swallows, drawing a breath. ]
Can I take this off?
[ Meaning his own shirt, actually. He just wants more contact. More touch. Or to possibly wrap himself in a blanket and then let Mobius unwrap him, it's difficult to say for certain. ]
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The problem is that for all of those moments when he possessed the ability to be patient it was because he had a strong concept of what the reward would be. What he'd get in the end of it. The means justifying the ends, and all of that.
No such luck right now, though.
Because he wants to be overwhelmed, to be pushed out of his own head, and historically that has meant intense physical responses being pushed to their maximum. It has not meant gentleness; more often than not, far from it. It has rarely meant an emotional connection. He is used to falling into the deep end (sometimes literally) as quickly as possible. Loki is, still, not used to whatever this is shaping up to be.
Death by a thousand soft touches and kisses, perhaps.
The hand on his thigh is nice, causing Loki to make a soft intake of breath. The hands in his hair? Amazing. Soft and present and it's nearly too much already, how is he supposed to withstand this?
By the time Mobius leans in to kiss him Loki's eyes are shut. He doesn't open them again either, he just... tries very hard not to press too much, to ask for too much with his body, but that means hands fisted in Mobius' shirt before he realizes it and by then it's probably too late. There's another soft, needy sort of noise that gets lost in it and Loki swallows, drawing a breath. ]
Can I take this off?
[ Meaning his own shirt, actually. He just wants more contact. More touch. Or to possibly wrap himself in a blanket and then let Mobius unwrap him, it's difficult to say for certain. ]