[Even in the years without, he has done physical work, has done training. Could have settled for something cozier and less active, he supposes, but he's glad to have kept it up.
Loki leans, captures lips in a kiss. And it's warm and wonderful.
Mobius takes this chance to close what little gap remains between them, bare torsos aligned. He presses, his own lean forward, and further still to push Loki back until he's flat against the bed with Mobius bent over him. Holding him firm by the hips.
The kiss becomes an exploration. Jaw, first, and then the underside of his chin, and down along his throat. Tongue dipping to the hollow of it. The briefest hint of teeth at the hard edge of collarbone.]
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Loki leans, captures lips in a kiss. And it's warm and wonderful.
Mobius takes this chance to close what little gap remains between them, bare torsos aligned. He presses, his own lean forward, and further still to push Loki back until he's flat against the bed with Mobius bent over him. Holding him firm by the hips.
The kiss becomes an exploration. Jaw, first, and then the underside of his chin, and down along his throat. Tongue dipping to the hollow of it. The briefest hint of teeth at the hard edge of collarbone.]