A breathless noise, muffled by their mouths, rumbled in the back of his throat like a purr. Pleased. Jesse tasted like smoke and the sharpness of alcohol, a heavy but intoxicating flavor. With his own sense of urgency, Loki deepened the kiss, both because he craved the closeness and because he yearned to taste more. His finger released its grip on the belt loop so his hand could slide, palm flat, up Jesse’s abdomen to muscular chest, taking its time in feeling the ripples of strength beneath clothing. Who knew it could be so exhilarating to do something like this in a stinking alleyway, pressed to a brick building, letting a near-stranger touch him so intimately. Not that Loki hadn’t ever had public endeavors before, but this certainly was the first time he’d done so in the secluded and shadowed areas between buildings.
It was Loki’s free hand that went to the belt. With some one-handed difficulty, he undid the clasp in order to reach the button and zipper of Jesse’s pants properly, both of which were undone and unzipped respectively. And it was with this opened access that his warm hand dove in, fingers finding and gently gripping the cowboy’s arousal within.
Each purposeful caress that slipped from his neck flush with heat to splay fingers upon the tense hardness of his abdomen alighted warm, breathless noises of encouragement from the agent, and Jesse canted his hips forwards, eager for that supportive grip around his thick member.
‘Ah, yeah–that’s it, sugar.’ Jesse sighed and dropped his forehead forwards upon the other’s collar, whimpering in pleasure as Loki pumped him in a slow, regular rhythm. ‘Mn..’
Thin lips curled over his teeth as the man embedded them softly against Loki’s throat, the slightest pressure felt for only a short moment until his parted mouth smoothed over the reddened skin to suck and kiss at the places he could touch.
‘Heh..yeah stop–’ Large hands dropped to Loki’s shoulders and he stepped back, sliding from the man’s loosened hold with a soft groan. ‘Ya wanna…ya know–only if it’s aight with ya, darlin’.’ Honey-brown eyes flicked from Loki’s to the space between them and back up, and he licked his lips, a singular brow lifted in prompt to the unspoken query.