As the arm moved around his waist, Dane froze. As if afraid the wrong move would dislodge it, that it was a mistake and at any moment it would be noticed and removed. But his frantic fear that this was all going to go horribly wrong was finally starting to fade. As they stepped into the elevator, together, his mind started focusing a lot more on some of the promises that had been made. Because once those doors shut, it was going to be a lot more complicated for the guy to find a reason leave.
That question, though, there was something about it. Something that hit him in the gut and for just a startling moment, made it hard to breathe. Honestly wasn't exactly his strong suit. What could practice mean? A dozen scenarios, all dramatically different filtered through his mind and he found it difficult to think for other reasons. But still, he smiled, after a moment, he turned his attention back to the tall man pressed to his side. "I just...know what I want and go after it." It was the truth, more or less.
In an unexpected rush of confidence, he spoke again. His mouth working faster than he could consciously keep up. "So...what do I call you?" He pressed himself a little more against Loki, pushing a bit of a suggestive lilt to his words, trying to make it sound flirty. Trying his hardest to hide the fact that he couldn't remember the guy's name at all. He couldn't even remember asking for it. It was also a test. Was this just flirty talk, or was there more behind those promises?
Then again, the deep dark parts of his mind that he rarely ventured into with polite company was playing out a great number of scenarios that would leave Loki as a monster in the view of some. The sort of things that involved duct tape and tears and Dane secretly loving every second of it. If he knew what Loki was planning, he'd be begging for it right there in the elevator. But that would kind of defeat the purpose.
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That question, though, there was something about it. Something that hit him in the gut and for just a startling moment, made it hard to breathe. Honestly wasn't exactly his strong suit. What could practice mean? A dozen scenarios, all dramatically different filtered through his mind and he found it difficult to think for other reasons. But still, he smiled, after a moment, he turned his attention back to the tall man pressed to his side. "I just...know what I want and go after it." It was the truth, more or less.
In an unexpected rush of confidence, he spoke again. His mouth working faster than he could consciously keep up. "So...what do I call you?" He pressed himself a little more against Loki, pushing a bit of a suggestive lilt to his words, trying to make it sound flirty. Trying his hardest to hide the fact that he couldn't remember the guy's name at all. He couldn't even remember asking for it. It was also a test. Was this just flirty talk, or was there more behind those promises?
Then again, the deep dark parts of his mind that he rarely ventured into with polite company was playing out a great number of scenarios that would leave Loki as a monster in the view of some. The sort of things that involved duct tape and tears and Dane secretly loving every second of it. If he knew what Loki was planning, he'd be begging for it right there in the elevator. But that would kind of defeat the purpose.