Pressure Valve - for Loki

[tasernanny]

That night circled around Phil's head for awhile. It was hard to forget the sight of Loki on his knees for a Dom who clearly did not know how to read the Asgardian. He thought about it each time he thought about going back to that club. Loki still full of defiance and the Dom full of bullshit trying to demand respect he hadn't earned.

He understood that Loki could be frustrating. Since the Asgardian had been banished to Earth he had been Phil's responsibility to help adjust to life here. Loki's magic was lessened but his attitude was the same. It had taken time to get the Prince to settle down, accept his fate and become... useful.

Loki was a brilliant strategist and good at deciphering codes. Around SHIELD he made for a gifted intelligence agent. Not always the best in the field but he had found himself a place among Team Delta. These days, he was only really trouble when Thor visited. Nothing seemed to push him back towards those early days like visits from Thor.

That was probably why Loki had gone to the club in the first place. Phil understood the need for release and a clear head when faced with something frustrating. What Loki got out of that night was probably not helpful. And Phil... wanted to help. He had always liked them bratty and willful.

So, he waited until the end of the day and stepped onto the elevator with Loki at just the right moment when the doors closed seconds behind them.

"I have a proposition," he said as the elevator descended. "If you're interested."

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Loki stays on his knees and reaches up, slowly sliding his hands down the front of Phil's chest, the grey t-shirt seemingly melting away as he does. Soft tingles of power follow in it's wake, not enough to hurt or even excite, but enough that the human can sense a working has been done. Once the shirt is completely gone and his chest bare, it reappears folded neatly on top of the dresser.

He pauses for the briefest moment before moving on to the pants, looking up at Phil through thick eyelashes, curious if he'll allow the magic to continue.

[tasernanny]

"Well, thank you for folding it." Phil is a little amused at the use of it. It makes some sense though. Loki's magic is part of him. Why wouldn't he use it? And his hands are still on Phil, still stroking over his skin. The magic creates an interesting sensation too.

He pets his fingers through his hair. "It's not really using your hands though is it? We can explore what your magic can do for both of us in bed another time. Use just your hands for me. Be good."

There's a hint of warning in his voice. He doesn't want Loki bending the rules again.

[cuttingremark]

The look Loki gives Phil is definitely not a pout, because he is far too refined to pout, but it is reasonable for Phil to mistake it for one nonetheless.

"Being good isn't exactly my strong suit." Despite his protests he hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of his underwear to push down both the briefs and pants at the same time. As he does he leans closer, careful to not touch Phil with more than his hands, but close enough that the heat of his skin and the whisper of his breath play across his cock and lower abdomen.