All Loki can do is stare, his brow furrowed in annoyance, but for once he manages to keep his mouth shut, even if he has to grind his teeth to do so. The blowjob had been quite good, but they both know they’d met other times. It doesn’t matter though. That’s clearly not the point right now.
His expression darkens, if that’s even possible at this point. The truly sad part is, the more Peter acts like this, the more desperate he feels. It’s not been all that often that he’s submitted to anyone, but the combination of Peter acting like this and the aphrodisiacs are making Loki painfully hard.
He’s really gotta start recognizing how much he actually likes being treated like this.
“Thank you.” He just barely manages to get that out as he follows Peter to one of the private rooms not far away. It’s almost painful to walk by this point, but he manages to keep up. He doesn’t even argue about the clothes, but instead immediately unbuttons his shirt and lets it slip off his shoulders before undoing the fly of his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. He has not bothered with underwear. Nor with magically removing his clothing for once. He’s far too distracted by the aphrodisiacs and worries he might actually mess up the rather simple spell.
“May I kneel on a pillow?” He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. It scares him a bit, how quickly he’s taking to this submission, but he can’t deny in the moment that it’s only serving to turn him on more.
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His expression darkens, if that’s even possible at this point. The truly sad part is, the more Peter acts like this, the more desperate he feels. It’s not been all that often that he’s submitted to anyone, but the combination of Peter acting like this and the aphrodisiacs are making Loki painfully hard.
He’s really gotta start recognizing how much he actually likes being treated like this.
“Thank you.” He just barely manages to get that out as he follows Peter to one of the private rooms not far away. It’s almost painful to walk by this point, but he manages to keep up. He doesn’t even argue about the clothes, but instead immediately unbuttons his shirt and lets it slip off his shoulders before undoing the fly of his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. He has not bothered with underwear. Nor with magically removing his clothing for once. He’s far too distracted by the aphrodisiacs and worries he might actually mess up the rather simple spell.
“May I kneel on a pillow?” He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. It scares him a bit, how quickly he’s taking to this submission, but he can’t deny in the moment that it’s only serving to turn him on more.