"No, it won't." Hating him makes this so much harder. It'd be better if he could just relax into this and enjoy it fully. A friend with benefits. A fuckbuddy. A bootycall.

He turns his head to look at Loki. Doesn't bridge the gap. Considers it. Considers them, drying and tired and sated and naked.

"You want me to fucking say it? I'm going to sound like an idiot, and you're going to scoff at me, and you know what I was going to say. How long have you wanted this?" 'This' is not exactly it. That's not what he means. "How long have you wanted me to fuck you?"