[Jason rolls his eyes, snorting. His whole body relaxes in relief at feeling Loki's body against him once more, feeling his warmth. He missed this, God help him he really did and he's never been good at handling loss. He lets go of the knife.]
Not so 'little', though, am I?
[He takes his time. He reaches to cup Loki's face but doesn't lean in for a kiss immediately. He lets his thumb caress Loki's lower lip, his other hand caressing his cheek like he'd forgotten what his face felt like and needs the reminder. Loki's skin is soft, unfairly soft where Jason's fingers are callused and hard no matter how much he tries to take good care of his skin. But right now it just seems to fit.]
Happy Valentine's, Silver tongue. [And he leans to press their lips together.]
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Not so 'little', though, am I?
[He takes his time. He reaches to cup Loki's face but doesn't lean in for a kiss immediately. He lets his thumb caress Loki's lower lip, his other hand caressing his cheek like he'd forgotten what his face felt like and needs the reminder. Loki's skin is soft, unfairly soft where Jason's fingers are callused and hard no matter how much he tries to take good care of his skin. But right now it just seems to fit.]
Happy Valentine's, Silver tongue. [And he leans to press their lips together.]