He was trapped, almost like an animal, only this wasn’t unpleasant. As that muscled form came close to press him to the wall, an arm acting as a bar, Loki was surprised and a shock of thrill went racing through his body. Quick, pooling heat in all the right places, leaving him standing stock still for a few moments as he regathered himself. The surprise left his face almost as quickly as it had come, replaced by a teasing smirk, the sort that suggested he knew more than the other did. That was part of the game, though.
Ah, but he was even more handsome up close. Those brown eyes inviting, that jawline strong, the chest muscled. It took all of Loki’s nerve not to reach and trace the lines of bone, trail over muscle, caress his face. This was a quick fling, wasn’t it? Humans didn’t bother with small, tactile nuances like that during a quickie. It was too romantic, too adoring.
He wanted to so badly.
“Loki,” he purred. If he recognized the name, it did not show on his face, though to not know of the many famed names belonging to Overwatch was rare indeed. Agent. How alluring. Was Jesse on a mission, then? Loki felt momentarily flattered that he was somehow worthy enough for an agent to abandon his objective for a quick fling. “I’ve never caught the eye of a cowboy before.” Still his words were a honeyed drawl, low and sultry, and as he spoke his finger curved through Jesse’s belt loop and pulled him closer. Flush. Hips against hips. And with a little, teasing roll of his own.
“The least you could do is buy me dinner, first.”
That made him chuckle low in the back of his throat, masking the mild surprise from that cant of hips. ‘Normally I would, but I’m kinda short on time here, darlin’.’ This close, Jesse could really see the differing shades of vibrant greens framed by dark, long lashes and he sucked in a short breath, marvelling at the sight of him. Jesse doubted he was seeing clearly, though those intelligent, intense eyes seemed to shimmer at his words, as if the man understood the true meaning behind Jesse’s remark.
The man named Loki didn’t seem to mind that Jesse was taking a short pause to ogle him. In fact, that smile remained on thin lips as the gunslinger mapped his features to memory - to recall later on when in his own company back at the base. ‘Pretty thing like you lookin’ my way? ’M flattered—c’mere.’
Jesse kissed him then, drawing him closer with a hand snaking around the man’s neck and thumb gliding over the hard line of Loki’s jaw. Softly, restrained though only for a few moments and he groaned quietly with lids fluttering closed at the delectable friction of his length grinding against the other’s thigh.