Loki’s eyes glinted with mischief as he pulled Steve closer. “Oh I know you are possessive, my Captain, I just did not expect to see you possessive over me.” He purred, licking his lips, and hoping to draw that blue glaze down to them.
Steve arched a brow at the older male, giving a little smirk. “And why didn’t you think that?” he asked, tilting his head for a moment. His eyes dropped from green irises to full lips and his own tongue darted to wet his own lips, leaning in closer. “Did you not enjoy last night as much as you claimed?” he teased.
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