Stephen was trying to think back on that morning. He had known what was happening. They both had. It wasn't exactly a mystery, what the hotel was up to. And Stephen had just rolled with it. But.. had he been behaving in a peculiar manner? Because there a difference between sweet, loving wakeup sex and hostile, uncontrollable, I want to fuck you crosseyed sex. And Strange had a feeling it had aired on the latter..
But his mind was foggy and he suddenly found it difficult to focus. And if that wait was any indication, then maybe Loki was sensing it too. His attention drifted to his partner, and between them, they'd have one of those unspoken conversations.
They had two choices: fight it, or.. fuck it. Stephen truly believed it could be either. There had to be a way around that looming cloud of lust, if they really wanted to wave it away. But.. did they? They'd had sex in public before, but never in a room where it was highly likely they'd have company. Or a room where getting messy was something of a sanitary hazard. Then again, Strange wasn't sure that he cared.
He sort of knew which one of those two options he was leaning toward, but he'd let Loki make the final decision. He leaned on his cue stick and lifted a brow, as if to say, thoughts?