Huaisang laughs happily at the flirtation, leaning up on his tip toes to bridge a little of their height difference. His hands slide up Loki's chest to curl around the back of his head, gently welcoming him down as he meets the kiss.
Heart fluttering with pleasure, Huaisang makes a soft sound of yearning into the kiss, grateful that he hadn't been misreading the flirtation. He'd been achingly lonely for years, isolated from companionship both by the nature of his position and from his absolute paranoia after his brother's death, not allowing himself to be genuine with anyone.
But Loki was a foreigner, uninvolved in his brother's murder from years ago, unlikely to stay for long, and he needed nothing from Huaisang but companionship. Huaisang knew he had to be wary of the possibility that Loki was Meng Yao's creature, but he'd kept his foolish, helpless mask in place for years, only ever letting it down around a tiny handful of his most trusted ministers. He doubted that a honey trap would be able to crack what paranoid, scheming, murderously brilliant Meng Yao himself never had.
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Heart fluttering with pleasure, Huaisang makes a soft sound of yearning into the kiss, grateful that he hadn't been misreading the flirtation. He'd been achingly lonely for years, isolated from companionship both by the nature of his position and from his absolute paranoia after his brother's death, not allowing himself to be genuine with anyone.
But Loki was a foreigner, uninvolved in his brother's murder from years ago, unlikely to stay for long, and he needed nothing from Huaisang but companionship. Huaisang knew he had to be wary of the possibility that Loki was Meng Yao's creature, but he'd kept his foolish, helpless mask in place for years, only ever letting it down around a tiny handful of his most trusted ministers. He doubted that a honey trap would be able to crack what paranoid, scheming, murderously brilliant Meng Yao himself never had.