The problem with nudging toward a want to please was Dane had already headed in that direction. It was a complicated thing with him. He wanted to push buttons and get strong reactions, all so he could be dragged into doing what he already wanted to do. Forced into it, so he didn't have to admit to wanting to do it in the first place. Having that desire in such a way made him grip a fistful of Loki's coat at his lower back. His gaze flit to the security camera that he was mostly sure was just a decoy, considering showing just how much he wanted to please Loki right there in the elevator. But he kept his other hand to himself, his breath hitching slightly with the effort to stop himself.
But those words. The the nudge was bad enough, but the implication of that promise send a shiver down his spine. It could mean anything. It could mean they'd just go up to his apartment and lay together until Loki decided they'd do anything at all. But the gentle options weren't anywhere to be found in his greedy mind. For a moment he found it hard to breathe, biting his lip and color creeping into his cheeks. He shifted, struggling to stay still, his snug jeans feeling suddenly uncomfortably tight. To the question he only managed a slight nod and a vague "uh-huh," confirming it as true.
If that weren't enough, the open end of the answer about his name presented a dizzying array of possibilities. To the point that he barely processed the guy had a name for a mythological figure that was supposed to be dangerous. If Loki hadn't been nudging at him, he may have dropped in a sarcastic suggestion to call him "sir" or something lofty like "my liege." But tonight sarcasm was the furthest thing from his mind.
"A different title?" He ventured, knowing what he was about to say could be the moment it all went wrong. But he'd already passed that tipping point where he'd stop his hopes from climbing too high. He wanted this, even if it meant he was completely wrong on what this was. "Like...master?" There was something almost timid in the question, the word catching briefly in his throat.
Before either of them could say any more, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to his floor.
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But those words. The the nudge was bad enough, but the implication of that promise send a shiver down his spine. It could mean anything. It could mean they'd just go up to his apartment and lay together until Loki decided they'd do anything at all. But the gentle options weren't anywhere to be found in his greedy mind. For a moment he found it hard to breathe, biting his lip and color creeping into his cheeks. He shifted, struggling to stay still, his snug jeans feeling suddenly uncomfortably tight. To the question he only managed a slight nod and a vague "uh-huh," confirming it as true.
If that weren't enough, the open end of the answer about his name presented a dizzying array of possibilities. To the point that he barely processed the guy had a name for a mythological figure that was supposed to be dangerous. If Loki hadn't been nudging at him, he may have dropped in a sarcastic suggestion to call him "sir" or something lofty like "my liege." But tonight sarcasm was the furthest thing from his mind.
"A different title?" He ventured, knowing what he was about to say could be the moment it all went wrong. But he'd already passed that tipping point where he'd stop his hopes from climbing too high. He wanted this, even if it meant he was completely wrong on what this was. "Like...master?" There was something almost timid in the question, the word catching briefly in his throat.
Before either of them could say any more, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to his floor.