Dalie leaned forward a bit, tilting his head to a side as he pressed into the kiss. The hand that he kept at the back of Loki’s neck snaked down Loki’s spine, tugging tantalizingly at his clothes the whole way down. His other hand moved up around Loki’s ear into his hair and grabbed some of his hair as he balled his hand into a fist. Keeping his hand on the small of Loki’s back, Dalie turned Loki to where his back faced the direction of the bed and started to push Loki to walk backward into the bed’s direction as he kissed him.
The grab to his hair wasn’t at all an unusual grip, but the way Dalie did it was much more powerful and sure, it was a command. Honestly, Loki hadn’t experienced someone so sure of their possession and power over him since Asgard, and even then, it wasn’t quite like this. It was refreshing to have something to give in to, and he let himself be guided backwards toward the bed, following the other’s lead entirely and never once breaking away from the long kiss.
Dalie pulled away from the kiss when they were close enough to the bed. He tugged on Loki’s hair as he took a single step back then released the grip he had to run his hand down above Loki’s lips.
“Take off your clothes,” Dalie commanded him.
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