[The friction is what actually breaks Steve out of his fever. He breaks off for a harsh exhale and pauses, then, panting into Loki's shoulder.
God. He is... Christ. Okay.
Steve pulls back but still holds Loki. Still leans back in to kiss him again, this time softer and slower. That's the right direction. At least for now.]
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God. He is... Christ. Okay.
Steve pulls back but still holds Loki. Still leans back in to kiss him again, this time softer and slower. That's the right direction. At least for now.]