"How long do you think?" Asshole. It was the second that Clint realized what kind of being Loki was, how he was a league above what humanity could even hope to reach for. Finally, a commander worth a subordinate like him -- that's what it felt like. Finally someone who could command him and set him loose, who could hold complete mastery and still let Clint show off the best of himself.

It's a hell of a rush, having this kind of power over Loki. Knowing what effect he has on him.

He bobs his head, and then presses down further, taking in about half of Loki's length before skimming his lips down the side of his shaft. He savors this; he wants this.