Eliot growled at the snarky reply. It was sarcastic yet the attitude was so distinctively Loki such that he couldn't find it in himself to get too annoyed. Anyway, he was rather distracted by the hands and lips on him.

"I'll host your tea party," he grumbled back just before ravishing his lover's lips and attempted to pin the god down to the bed by the shoulders. He left Loki's hands free, liking the feel of them gripping his hair.

He attacked the revealed neck, a wolfish rumble shaking from his chest as he took to nipping at his Alpha's vulnerable spot.