[ He's always in control, whether with women or men, his reputation affords him the opportunity to dictate how everything will go during a liaison owing to those expectations. It feels like that rug is being tugged out from beneath him as Chris pulls his hair back so Loki has to met his gaze, calling him soft petnames like he thinks Loki really is sweet. Part of him wishes he was, of course. He has tried to be good for what feels like his entire reincarnated life, ever since the Old Man killed himself, if not for the reasons said lunatic would have wanted.

The rarity of this treatment has Loki shivering in Chris's lap, eager to give him the escape from work that the captain so keenly craves. So, he arches his neck to be more alluring, sliding his hands around to push lightly on his lover's chest, but tries to cover up the resulting blush that spreads down from his cheeks with a haughty tone out of sync with it. ]

I think I want you on your back with your legs spread for me. [ It feels like a flight or fight response, but thrilling instead of galling. He kisses Chris again, showing him what he can expect from that Silvertongue title. ] I think I want you naked and lost with me in this bed, Chris, you and me and no world beyond the blankets. Nothing but your body and mine.