There's just a gentle hint of contact between them: a hand ghosting along his leg and to his abdomen, a tickling brush against lips, and Loki nearly closes the miniscule amount of space before he is halted by Sebastian's voice. Parted lips give way to teeth as Loki chuckles, and he lets one of his own hands move around blindly before finding Sebastian's hip.

"It begs to question how you've dealt with such a plight recently...?" Sebastian, have you been jerking off late at night while Loki has been sleeping? Or have you just suffered desperately through your spare erections, too afraid to be caught red-handed to indulge yourself? Loki almost hopes it's the latter...

Ah, is this that more-eager drive Sebastian questioned Loki about? Because he's suddenly feeling the beginnings of arousal in his groin at the mere idea of Sebastian lying in any one of those cheap, dingy hotel beds they shared during this journey, lying awake, shifting about uncomfortably with his own desire.