When he bites, it's not gentle, playful thing. He bites like he's aiming to tear into a steak. Like he's an animal enjoying a kill. Already bleeding lip first, while he pulls on that hair, back, back to bare throat, and he bites shoulder next, digging his teeth in, to leave a bruise, to leave angry red marks, to break skin. Just enough to taste blood. He dips his head to take a mouthful of a pectoral, sinking into the feeling. His other hand grazes softly along Loki's side. Ribs, lower, on a hip.

When he's satisfied with the taste of blood, he licks his way up to Loki's throat. Delicate. Wouldn't take much. Rip it out and watch him choke on his own blood. Could do it. He's thinking about doing it, even though right now he's mostly breathing hard against warm skin.

"You get me so confused. I don't know who I am when you're near me. I can't do this out there unless you let me. You'd fucking let me, wouldn't you? You'd fucking let me, and you'd thank me for it."