[Loki shucks his, and Mobius feels free to look, but Loki's hands keep moving, and he laughs. Both? Both. Both is good; both is great. He doesn't want Loki to rush this, but maybe the sooner his own clothes are off, the better.
And it seems Loki also wants to look. To touch. To revel in this moment. It might surprise him--though with the information he has, it also might not--that Mobius is fairly solid. No corn chip shape and bulging muscles of Thor, of course, but not necessarily unlike Abby. Carrying around armor and weapons on the daily for years and years will shape a man. Was the other Mobius softer? Would Loki even know?
His hands settle right around Loki's waist while the Rifter explores. The scars he does have are mostly older and faded, and even the fresher ones have had years to heal. He's seen fights and accidents alike, at any rate. The touch is delicate but wanting. Fingertips burning against him in the best way. Mobius stays still, allowing the exploration and watching him carefully.
He will make this slow. He will make himself keep this slow. Running hands slowly up over ribs, and then along back. Shoulders, arms. Palms warm and worn.]
What do you see?
[He asked this before, in relation to his other. And now like this, like this, he wants to know what Loki thinks.]
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And it seems Loki also wants to look. To touch. To revel in this moment. It might surprise him--though with the information he has, it also might not--that Mobius is fairly solid. No corn chip shape and bulging muscles of Thor, of course, but not necessarily unlike Abby. Carrying around armor and weapons on the daily for years and years will shape a man. Was the other Mobius softer? Would Loki even know?
His hands settle right around Loki's waist while the Rifter explores. The scars he does have are mostly older and faded, and even the fresher ones have had years to heal. He's seen fights and accidents alike, at any rate. The touch is delicate but wanting. Fingertips burning against him in the best way. Mobius stays still, allowing the exploration and watching him carefully.
He will make this slow. He will make himself keep this slow. Running hands slowly up over ribs, and then along back. Shoulders, arms. Palms warm and worn.]
What do you see?
[He asked this before, in relation to his other. And now like this, like this, he wants to know what Loki thinks.]