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The god's tongue slid so perfectly against Steve's that he couldn't hold back the moan. Loki chuckled into the other's mouth as he continued the kiss.
The soldier pushed away from the counter he was pinned against, and pressed the trickster's lithe body against his muscular own. A hand gripped raven locks, while another clung onto Loki's back. Loki's hands, in turn, were wrapped around the Captain's waist.
Steve fought for dominance, but he realized quite quickly that Loki might have been called "Silver Tongue" for more then just his eloquent speech. The god licked and explored Steve's mouth as if he was dying of thirst. The blonde tried to do the same, but at a sloppier rate.
When they parted, gasping for air and leaving small trails of saliva connecting their mouths, Loki panted, "That is a soul kiss."
"Really...? Felt more like a French kiss to me." Steve huff out his laughter as he caught his breath.
"Are you talking about an English Kiss?" The trickster asked, a little confused, but amused none the less.
"Does it really matter?" Steve returned. Loki tilted his head, and mocked a pondering look, scanning Steve's flush face and red, kiss swollen lips. He smirked wickedly.
"I guess it doesn't." He said before plunging in for another kiss.