[ The answer comes easily; he knows what he's looking at, after all. Is familiar with the ways in which a lifetime of armor and weapons use shape the body from the bones outward.
He likes it. Enjoys the strength of the man beneath his fingers. The dense muscle and old scars.
(It is different. He knew the Mobius he met first was no fighter, it was easy to tell. He was more of a planner than a man of action, and Loki could respect that as well.
But it is different.)
Loki's touch meanders upward once again, hands coming together at Mobius' breastbone just to spread out once more towards his shoulders, his arm. Loki tracks his own movement with his eyes before giving a slight smirk and leaning forward.
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[ The answer comes easily; he knows what he's looking at, after all. Is familiar with the ways in which a lifetime of armor and weapons use shape the body from the bones outward.
He likes it. Enjoys the strength of the man beneath his fingers. The dense muscle and old scars.
(It is different. He knew the Mobius he met first was no fighter, it was easy to tell. He was more of a planner than a man of action, and Loki could respect that as well.
But it is different.)
Loki's touch meanders upward once again, hands coming together at Mobius' breastbone just to spread out once more towards his shoulders, his arm. Loki tracks his own movement with his eyes before giving a slight smirk and leaning forward.
More kissing, apparently. ]