[ There's no resistance, not even as Loki leaves him ample time to ease back. Instead Stephen watches, knowing, waiting, and although it's inevitable his inhale still shudders as Loki's tongue guides his finger into his mouth.
Warning, warning. You're flying a little too close to the sun here, Stephen Strange. Warm, wet muscle and magic settled under your fingerpad where the nerves are still working just fine, lips an infused promise.
Stephen's finger turns in Loki's mouth as he reaches his thumb to catch at his bottom lip, ease it gently down, the rest of his hand a careful frame for Loki's jaw. ]
Good tactic. Can't get you drunk with your mouth full.
[ There's a distraction in his expression, like he's forgotten to shift it, the ghost of a wry smile not quite making its way into anything that counts. His gaze, seeking Loki's, is heavy with the urge to drop again. But that thumb, at least, remains. A counterpoint. Pin in the notion that he should cycle this back. ]
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Warning, warning. You're flying a little too close to the sun here, Stephen Strange. Warm, wet muscle and magic settled under your fingerpad where the nerves are still working just fine, lips an infused promise.
Stephen's finger turns in Loki's mouth as he reaches his thumb to catch at his bottom lip, ease it gently down, the rest of his hand a careful frame for Loki's jaw. ]
Good tactic. Can't get you drunk with your mouth full.
[ There's a distraction in his expression, like he's forgotten to shift it, the ghost of a wry smile not quite making its way into anything that counts. His gaze, seeking Loki's, is heavy with the urge to drop again. But that thumb, at least, remains. A counterpoint. Pin in the notion that he should cycle this back. ]