[When it comes to subtlety in words, Thor often misses them, or at the very least, notices and cannot interpret them. But he is creature of physicality, and subtlety in action is so much easier for him to read, to understand. And so when Loki tilts his head in such a way, Thor knows without thought what Loki asks, and answers with warmly-pressed kisses to Loki's jaw, over the thin black fabric of his cowl, kisses pressed against his neck, humming again in a warm breath just below his ear.]
[There is hesitance in Loki's words but none in his body, in the catch of his breath, the urging grip of his hands. He is concerned, but for what? The masters of this city encourage them to this, and if they're both willing to comply, then where is the harm for any of them?]
[One hand at the back of Loki's neck slides up, to take the circlet with it, and place it on the table beside the couch. And then he grips the black fabric at Loki's neck and pulls it away, and Thor nuzzles the skin of Loki's neck below his ear, and kisses there with warm, blunt lips, with the light graze of his teeth.]
Should we? [He repeats Loki's words against his ear, his hands pressing lower, to spread wide over Loki's waist again.] Should we not? What is best? What do you want? [He wants to know, feels some concern-- Loki might know something he does not. And so he asks, but cannot keep his hands from pulling Loki close, keep himself from the taste of Loki's neck. Thor's own opinion is made more than obvious by his actions, he hopes.]
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[There is hesitance in Loki's words but none in his body, in the catch of his breath, the urging grip of his hands. He is concerned, but for what? The masters of this city encourage them to this, and if they're both willing to comply, then where is the harm for any of them?]
[One hand at the back of Loki's neck slides up, to take the circlet with it, and place it on the table beside the couch. And then he grips the black fabric at Loki's neck and pulls it away, and Thor nuzzles the skin of Loki's neck below his ear, and kisses there with warm, blunt lips, with the light graze of his teeth.]
Should we? [He repeats Loki's words against his ear, his hands pressing lower, to spread wide over Loki's waist again.] Should we not? What is best? What do you want? [He wants to know, feels some concern-- Loki might know something he does not. And so he asks, but cannot keep his hands from pulling Loki close, keep himself from the taste of Loki's neck. Thor's own opinion is made more than obvious by his actions, he hopes.]