It isn't really fair, that Loki is getting to discover new things about Steve's body that he didn't know, like the fact that his nipples are apparently much more sensitive than they used to be. He circles an arm around Loki's waist and pulls him closer again, invading his space, commanding it.

He trails fevered kisses on Loki's jaw and neck, clearly not intending either of them to stop anytime soon, but still too embarrassed to voice that aloud. After all, this is definitely a new experience for him. Making out with an Asgardian, making out with a man. Considering his entire track record, he's not too experienced with any of the bases. He's barely come up to bat.

But he does shove, tries to get Loki up against a wall. He might not have a human mass but Steve could probably lift a car if he really tried. That's something he's looking forward to, since he's wary about the strength of his form but he won't be too concerned with manhandling a self-proclaimed God. Fingers digging into his waist, Steve holds Loki with a sort of engulfing, smothering possessiveness, wedging a leg between his, trying to cover his whole body.