Loki feels like he could stay here for hours, nose pressed against Phil's lower abdomen breathing in the musk and sweat with what little air he could manage. It made him dizzy with lust, eyes rolling back and closed as he sat patiently, focusing on swallowing so he doesn't choke on the cock buried as far back as it will go.

He's just started to wiggle in discomfort when the firm had that had been holding him gently in place yanks him back. A lazy grin on his lips as more praise is rained on him. Should he be putting up more of a fight? Phil said he liked the challenge, but it had been so long since Loki found anyone he trusted enough to truly let go with, and the human seemed to be good at giving just the right incentives for Loki to follow.

Turning his face to the side, he presses into the thumb cleaning the drool from his chin. Normally it would be mortifying, but things change in moments like these.

"Not so bad yourself, sir," Loki says, voice only a little rough from the intrusion on his throat.