It was hardly Loki's first time. Nor even his first time with Puck. But there was still something that made his breath catch with the eye-contact and action. He was the first to break it, head falling back with a soft groan of pleasure. Not quite blindly reaching out to find his partner. Stroking soft hair and along Puck's ears with one hand, the other just anchoring on his shoulder. Occasionally gripping slightly harder, or fingers twitching, in enjoyment with Puck's actions.

No words or conversation now as Loki focused simply on receiving and on thanking Puck with his own hands and fingers for now.