talentedliarloki:

There’s some relief to be had in the choice being taken from the god. There’s no doubt Loki would have resisted—would have grit his teeth and fought tooth and nail against the ever-present urge to kiss Eames—but, since Eames’ lips were already on his, what could he do other than accept? His approval was clear in the smooth purr he let loose along with the way his fingers uncurled from Eames’ wrist to follow his arm up and up all the way to his shoulder and then his neck. He let his fingers fan over the skin there, let his thumb caress over the swell of the man’s trachea, and lowly intoned an Asgardian obscenity before claiming Eames’ mouth for his own.

Okay, so kissing Loki may not have been the wisest thing he’d done lately. But when did he ever do anything that was expected of him? Never. They had been playing this game far too long and Eames knew that Loki would never do this on his own. Not without some sort of push. A push that his taking the first step seemed to have rectify. He felt the slightly colder hands of the trickster release his wrist, felt them ghost their way to his shoulder and neck. A part of him had even known that he should have been afraid at the feeling of the god’s hand over his throat. But he wasn’t. He knew that Loki wouldn’t hurt him. Not intentionally, at least. They had their good days and bad but he knew that Loki wouldn’t hurt him. It was why when the god finally responded to him, he stepped even closer to the other and poured more of himself into the kiss than he’d meant to.

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   As Eames stepped forward, Loki stepped back, complimenting the advance with a casual move of his own. If ever there was...