He doesn't have to do much to get Loki's shirt off— as soon as Clint sits up, Loki starts working it up his torso of his own volition. Loki lets out a very undignified whimper as Clint yanks the fabric the rest of the way off. Luckily for him it's mostly muffled by their lips meeting again.
The skin on skin contact is nothing short of glorious. Forget hearing his name, how long had he gone without being touched in a way not meant for battle? This is a battle of it's own, but the fire that races across his skin where they touch is an entire different sort of feeling. His hand go to Clint's back, nails digging into the muscular shoulders as if pinning him in place on top of Loki.
"Yes!"
Terrible, it's terrible and beautiful and he never wants it to end even though it wold probably be better if it did. He could end it too, if he were a stronger person. But Fortitude of character or morals has never been one of Loki's hallmarks so he'll take what he gets until the spell breaks.
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The skin on skin contact is nothing short of glorious. Forget hearing his name, how long had he gone without being touched in a way not meant for battle? This is a battle of it's own, but the fire that races across his skin where they touch is an entire different sort of feeling. His hand go to Clint's back, nails digging into the muscular shoulders as if pinning him in place on top of Loki.
"Yes!"
Terrible, it's terrible and beautiful and he never wants it to end even though it wold probably be better if it did. He could end it too, if he were a stronger person. But Fortitude of character or morals has never been one of Loki's hallmarks so he'll take what he gets until the spell breaks.