[ Loki memorized the number on the door. Just in case, he tells himself, and then the door is opened and they're inside, and he's still reeling from Mobius' earnestness when he tells Loki that he'll never be a disappointment to his friend.
Can he get that in writing? In stone perhaps? Burned into the heart of a star?
Left to his own devices this is about the point where his brain might spin out of control, at least briefly. Does Mobius think they should shower, first? How much of that furniture is weight bearing enough for two adult men? What is that knickknack over there? But Loki is given a directive and the part of his brain wired to please, the part of him that has thrived in Mobius' steady offerings of friendship, is more than happy to latch on to that order.
Not very chaotic of him, but, whatever. This time it's Loki's turn to grab the other man by the time, drawing close. His mouth presses against Mobius' with insistence, lips parting, pulling Mobius' bottom lip between his teeth again.
Mobius seemed to like that, so. Why not a repeat performance?
He steps entirely into Mobius' space, letting go of his tie in order to run his hands flat down Mobius' chest before coming to rest at his belt. There his hands pause, but his mouth does not, still kissing hungrily. ]
[It's not the most romantic way he could've started off with, but if they were looking for a nice candlelit dinner and some cheesy sweet lines, they wouldn't have jumped at the chance to make out in an empty elevator. If there's going to be romance, it can come in the physicality of all of this, in how they go about satisfying their wants, or...even after. If romance is on the table. He's not actually sure if it is.
But they both want, and they're both eager and willing to give into it. Loki's got his lip in his teeth, and Mobius presses a breathy laugh to his mouth. If Loki wants to please so badly, he doesn't have to do all that much.
And hey. If he's not too fussed with having full control over all of this, then Mobius doesn't mind taking the reins a little. He presses his body against Loki's, and then keeps pressing, hands finding themselves along the god's waist, pushing him insistently until he's pressed against a wall. Loki's not the only one hungry. How long has he wanted this? Longer than he'd want to admit.]
[ Romance could be... nice? One presumes. It's definitely not off the table. But Loki has had zero experience with that sort of thing so mostly he'd end up looking for the catch, at first. Granted, it's the fact that Mobius is taking the lead that's stopped him from mentally scrambling for the catch right now.
That laugh goes straight to the pit of his stomach and keeps traveling downward. Pressed as he is between Mobius and the wall now it's pretty obvious just how into this make out session Loki is getting. Not that the TVA's uniform slacks would've left much of that to the imagination in the first place. His hands, which had curled fingers around the buckle of Mobius' belt, move to untuck his shirt so Loki can press his palms against Mobius' stomach. He wants to touch so badly, breathing hard through his nose, wants to feel skin beneath his fingers and rumple Mobius' perfectly curated uniform.
He pulls his head back to break the kiss, panting a little. ]
I'd really, hm, like to get my mouth on your cock. Just. Putting that out there for the record.
[Loki's pants are so tight, it's a wonder he can move around at all in them. It's a good look. They'll look even better on the floor.
Mobius shrugs off his jacket and tosses it somewhere he doesn't care behind him, hums a pleased noise when Loki touches him, really touches his skin, and when Loki pulls back just enough to breathe and say something really, truly exciting, his mouth finds other places to kiss. Jawline. The nice soft space under the chin. He starts down the line of Loki's neck when that particular desire comes out of Loki's mouth, and he just has to laugh again, hot against Loki's pulse.]
You don't take anything slow, do you? [His hands drift up to Loki's tie, undoing it with practiced fingers.] We'll get there. Absolutely we'll get there. [Because damn if that doesn't sound like a most excellent use for a silver tongue.] I'm gonna have fun unwrapping you first.
[ A well-tailored outfit is quite powerful, in Loki's opinion. He, personally, can't stand a sloppy appearance on the whole.
Tight pants are just part of The Look.
Mobius kisses his neck, soft, tender places that have been ignored for quite a while and Loki's breath stutters out, his heart rate ramping upward. ]
Not usually, [ He admits, and should he feel some kind of way about that? Too bad, he's not going to allow his brain to go down that path right now, thank you very much. He's too involved with the feel of Mobius' skin beneath his hands, which leave Mobius' body in favor of beginning to unbutton the other man's shirt. ]
Like a gift? [ He asks, and immediately mentally kicks himself. Could he sound more needy? But it's said, now, and he can't take it back. ]
Like a gift. [He echoes the words back, drawing them out and agreeing with them wholeheartedly. Loki is a gift, and he couldn't ask for a better one.
It does give him the brief mental image of Loki all tied up with a bow. Later. Maybe later.
Besides, a little neediness isn't a bad thing. And he can't say it's a surprise coming from someone so starved of affection. Good thing Mobius is so willing to give it. Getting some in return is just the cherry on top. He slips the tie from Loki's neck and rests his hands on his chest, just watching Loki have a time undoing his shirt for a moment before pushing in for another hungry kiss, a flash of his own teeth nipping and pulling at some unfairly pretty lips. It's really kind of nice that their hearts are both all aflutter. Flattering that he can elicit that kind of response in someone who, under normal circumstances, could destroy him in a hundred different ways without breaking a sweat.]
Or maybe you're the one that's gonna have fun unwrapping me.
Well, [ he breathes out, shutting his eyes and unbuttoning the rest of Mobius' shirt by feel alone, before he remembers the tie and undoes that as well. Goodbye, shirt. Goodbye, tie. Onto the floor with both of them.
He hisses as Mobius bites him and swallows, hard. More of that, please and thank you. ] I think the fun of unwrapping will be mutual.
[ Just a hunch he has, really.
His hands settle on Mobius' shoulders and give them a small squeeze before he moves downward towards his belt again and behind the work of unfastening that.]
[So nice of Loki to go through the trouble of meticulously unfastening him. Mobius is feeling less generous about clothing. If he seems like he's in control, that's only because that's the look he always has, what he slips into when he doesn't want to give too much of himself away. The reality is that his heart's beating a samba in his chest, and he's getting hard just from all the attention and care poured onto him by someone quite frankly just really incredibly attractive, and in spite of being told otherwise, he is, yes, just a bit nervous that he might be disappointing. Some nobody human mortal office worker. He's never exactly had complaints from other partners, but still.
Any semblance of perfectly balanced and serene control he might be showing definitely is shattered by the way he grabs Loki's shirt and rips it open without preamble. Not all of the buttons survive the journey. What a terrible shame.]
You're right. I'm having a great time with this. [His fingers trace down Loki's shoulders, chest, stomach, almost like he's touching something fragile, almost like he's not sure if he should be touching at all. This is a work of art, after all.] Damn.
[But this is art that is meant to be touched. And kissed and licked and bitten. Did we mention biting? Loki had quite a delicious reaction to that. Time for more of that. First it's a kiss right to the hollow of his throat. A line of them along a collarbone. When he works his way to the curve where neck meets shoulder, that's when the teeth come back into play.]
[ There's an amused chuckle from Loki as he hears the soft ping ping pinging of a button set flying across the room. Some small part of him wonders if that means he can steal the other man's shirt whenever they next have to be amongst people once again, away from the safe harbor of Mobius' room.
The rest of him is too busy being proud and in awe of how much of Mobius' control seems to have been tossed violently aside, much like Loki's shirt.
He can't help but flush a little at the light touch, his hands stilling for a moment as his brain forgets what he was doing in favor of watching Mobius, his expression.
Loki could make a joke, to cover up the way his heart lurches under Mobius' touch and reverence; Do you like what you see? But then the other man is kissing him, biting his neck, and all Loki can think to do is groan in pleasure. He's so hard he aches with it and as much as he'd like little more than to drop to his knees right here and now, there's not enough room to do that, and Mobius had more or less told him to be patient about it.
Also, he'd be too far from Mobius' teeth if he did. So. Loki shudders. ]
I may be telling you things you already know, [ He breathes out, ] but being marked and things that cause lingering, ah, sensation are particular favorites of mine.
[ In other words someone is a tiny bit of a masochist.
His hands remember they had a task and so Mobius' belt is undone, as are his pants in short order. The noise of fabric and metal buckle sliding down the other man's legs to the floor causes Loki's cock to twitch, already straining against the fabric of his pants. ]
[Mobius could speed all of this up, give Loki all the space he wants to set himself to work. God knows he would love to get right down to business immediately, but a little bit of self-restraint can make things all the sweeter later. Anticipation to ramp up the want and need.]
I could eat you right up. [Wants to get his mouth everywhere, on everything. He toes out of his shoes so he can kick pants to the pile of forgotten clothes.] You want a little pain in your pleasure, I can do that. Maybe I should make sure anyone else that has you knows just who you belong to, huh? [And maybe that's a little more possessive than he planned on right away, but the words are out of his mouth before he can even think twice. Not sorry for it.
His hands tug Loki just far enough off the wall that he can get his hands back there, feeling muscles, feeling him up, before he sets his nails against skin and drags them down slow and easy. And up front? He alternates kisses and sharp little bites as he makes his way down Loki's chest. If he gets any lower he's not going to stop, and far as he's concerned, Loki's got first dibs. He gets as far as a nipple and gives it some attention, too.]
[ Loki keens, a noise full of wanton desire, as Mobius rakes nails down his back. He's not sure what is more appealing, the idea of small welts against his skin or the knowledge of just who put them there. ]
You are quite welcome to either eating me or marking me to your heart's content. [ A shuddering breath, his fingers at Mobius' hip flex and curl inward. ] Though if I may make a request it would be for both.
[ Mobius' words may be possessive but Loki doesn't balk at them. If anything, he craves it, almost as much as he craves Mobius' attention, his touch, his friendship. He wants, he realizes, very much to be his and he's currently too aroused for there to be room for him to be afraid about it. Later, maybe.
He palms at Mobius through the other man's underwear, providing the friction he himself desperately craves, taking in what he can of the shape and weight of the cock beneath his hand. The other hand remains at Mobius' hip. ]
[There is not a single chance for Mobius to start overthinking his way out of this one if those are the kinds of noises Loki is going to make. How is he supposed to think about literally anything else? He can think about both. He's never had a Loki, much less had a Loki he's ever thought of as his. His very own Loki. That is such a dangerous path to start going down, and he's already well on his way.
And then Loki has the audacity to start touching him, and that's it, coherent thoughts are taking a backseat. Mobius groans, instinctively pressing against the hand for more pressure, more friction, and finds himself pressing his face back to the curve of Loki's neck, open mouthed and breathing hard against him. His fingers curl harder into the small of Loki's back, digging.] Fuck. [Yeah, it's been a bit. Note to self: do this more often. Frequently. All the time.
But if he stays here like this, they won't get anywhere else. It takes effort on his part, to reach down and take Loki by the wrist, to pull that tantalizing preview of things to come away and pin it to the wall.] You're gonna have it in your mouth soon enough you impatient little minx. I'm not. done. unwrapping. my gift. [He punctuates with hot, breathy kisses pressed to Loki's mouth, eager and imprecise and wanting. But he will have patience even if it kills him.
He will also have Loki. Hands drifting to the belt and tugging, pulling him along. Of course he knows this place like the back of his hand, finding it easy to navigate backwards and mostly naked toward the bed.]
[ Mobius curses, and Loki feels very proud of himself in that moment. Even when Mobius pulls his hand away he can't help but to laugh in the face of being called a minx, at the promise of Mobius' cock in his mouth, in the insistent kisses he receives with a sort of unadulterated glee. This is all going so much better than he might have imagined it (and he has imagined it, more than once, thank you very much) he thinks, more than happy to be pulled in the direction of the bed and to allow his hands to roam freely across Mobius' chest. ]
You should say fuck more often, [ he pronounces, feeling a bit punch drunk on arousal, endorphins, and anticipation ] just like that. Clearly, this means I should feel you up more often too.
[ He makes a pleased little hum at the idea of every elevator ride they take in the future being rife with semi-erotic potential. Later he'll be worried about what will happen to Mobius if they're found out but for right now? Very pleased with himself.
They reach the bed with minimal encounters with other furniture and Loki reaches out to put his hand against Mobius' cheek. He was going to say... something but whatever it was escapes him at the moment, his thumb swiping across Mobius' upper lip, indulging in the sensation of his moustache against it. ]
You do your job right, and you'll have me saying it all night long.
[Bed obtained. The back of his knees hit the edge, but he doesn't go down just yet. He might himself be about to say something else smartassed and sexy, but Loki touches his cheek, and it's oddly tender for the whole talk of blowjobs and promises of loud and enthusiastic cursing concurrently happening. It's like his brain stutter-stops for an instant, derailed, and he blinks. Not startled, just...switching gears for a second.
Mobius turns his head just enough to kiss Loki's palm and lean into the touch. Kiss a fingertip. Kiss the exploring thumb, and then draw it into his mouth with a teasing suck. And a frankly obscene sound when his mouth pops back off the digit. Re-railing his train of thought, as it were. Were his own hands supposed to be doing something? Belt. Right. Yes. That. Belt and patience, sliding the leather slip from loop and setting it aside on the bed. Rather than mindlessly tossing it wherever. There might be some fun use for that later.]
Kinda hoping I won't be the only one cursing up a storm.
[ If someone were to ask, Loki would explain himself by stating that he contains multitudes, and is also rather chaotic, hello? Have you met him? But the reality is that when Mobius blinks Loki holds his breath, suddenly unsure in his own behavior, until his palm is kissed and his thumb is sucked and he lets out that self-same breath in a rush, nostrils flaring.
He just... he cares about Mobius, respects him as a person, likes him as a friend. He's had no lovers he could call friend before, no one with whom a gentle touch would be understood or well-received in the midst of everything else, and sometimes it strikes him out of the blue just how important this man is to him. Sometimes like now.
The noise Mobius' mouth makes when he lets go of Loki's finger has him smirking, a little, alongside the shudder that chases across his shoulders at the belt being so purposefully set aside. He wants to know what it'll be used for but is loathe to ask, in this moment. Anticipation and patience. He can manage both.
He can be good. What an odd and yet simultaneously thrilling thought. ]
I doubt you will be. [ The only one cursing, that is. ] But I won't promise you that I'll stick to English.
[It's wonderful and awful, because if Loki keeps surprising him like that, the analyzing brain might boot back up, and he'll start thinking about it. He's trying not to, right now, in fact. Not that he doesn't want to think about Loki. He just...doesn't want to think too hard about why Loki does the things that he does, right in this moment, when what he really wants is to touch be touched kiss be kissed fuck be fucked.]
Lucky for you, I know a whole hell of a lot of languages. [All of them, in theory.] Get as loud and filthy and not-English as you want.
[Mobius is enjoying the foreplay well enough, naturally, and after undoing the button and fly of Loki's pants (pants, yo hell with pants, those need to come right off, wait hold on, patience) slides his hands down under layers of fabric to get nice handfuls of ass, squeezing.]
You know how often I've looked at your ass in these pants? I'm telling you, leaves nothing to the imagination.
[ There are no promises to be made that he won't continue to surprise, but hopefully he can, at least, get them back on track fairly easily โ or at least before Mobius' brain manages to get them fully off-track.
Loki raises his eyebrows in surprise. It makes sense, but a whole hell of a lot of languages does give him a pretty free reign, and he's definitely curious to see how fast Mobius can mentally translate.
Also, one presumes Mobius has neighbors on either side of these walls but one would be remiss in presuming that Loki would care in regards to how loud he can be in bed.
His hand slides from Mobius' cheek to the side of his neck to keep his hands busy with something while his fly is being undone. He grins and wiggles his hips a little bit. ]
Good, then they're doing what they should. [ Not leaving things to the imagination, that is. He bites his bottom lip. ] Are you always this particular with unwrapping gifts?
Sometimes. Not always. You're a special case. I'm... [Oh, is Loki biting his bottom lip? Not anymore he's not, because now Mobius is. Terribly distracting, doing something like that. For shame, inciting more kissing like that. He's liable to lose the plot.] Savoring. I'm savoring this. You.
[He's also going to savor removing those layers. Mobius might still have one last bit of covering left, but he has no plans to leave Loki with anything at all, pushing it all down. He savors the sight, too, of leaving Loki bare, of an aching cock just begging to be touched, of seeing him in full.
Seeing him in full and ready and willing and raring to go, in Mobius' bedroom, like a fantasy come true. Of course Loki's gorgeous head to toe. He knew it, too. And of course he likes Loki, finds himself insatiably attracted to him, for reasons other than his good looks. But damn if the good looks don't help.
He gives Loki's ass a solid smack.] I think we're done being patient. It's an overrated virtue anyway.
[Savoring. Loki doesn't know what to think about that particular word choice, but he does smile. It's not a bad thing, definitely. Something about being called a special case, about being treated like he's precious as opposed to... a good time for just tonight, has him blushing a bit.
That smack to his ass doesn't stop the blushing either, and his cock jumps at the impact. He steps out of his shoes, pants, and underwear, kicking them aside and out of the way. ]
Yes? Great.[ Loki claps his hands together before sinking to his knees in one fluid motion, looking up at Mobius from his new position on the floor. His hands skim Mobius' thighs, going down then back up, taking in the musculature there, before he takes the waistband of the other man's underwear and pulls them down over Mobius' hips.
He watches Mobius' expression even as he buries his face in the space between cock and upper thigh, breathing in deeply. Loki licks a thin stripe along the skin there, placing a kiss amongst the soft hair gathered there. There's something about the way that the scent of a person gathers in the placest where the skin is warmest that Loki has always enjoyed, and now is no different.
He takes Mobius' cock in hand but doesn't immediately put the organ in his mouth, opting instead to lick and gently suck at his balls. The goal is twofold; worship and overstimulation. ]
[What is it about this man on his knees that looks so damn good? Something about the length of his body folding so nicely, the tantalizing curve of his thighs, the coquettish way he looks up at people from such a low place despite being rather tall? It's compelling. Even fully clothed, Loki on his knees sparks a lot of wild thoughts in his imagination.
And now he doesn't have to imagine it at all. He huffs a breath out hard, watching with parted lips and hungry eyes, watching while being watched in return as Loki takes a little bit of a sidestep, a different than direct route. A hand right where it needs to be, with an encouraging noise from the back of his throat. When Loki's mouth goes lower than anticipated, his breath stutters. No, of course he wouldn't do the expected. That'd be too easy.]
Fuck, [hissed out, because sure, he could use other words, will surely have need of them as the evening progresses, but that's what Loki wanted to hear. And they'll both get the things they want. He runs a hand into Loki's dark locks, petting a few times before curling his fingers there. Not pulling, not yet, but certainly having a grip on him.] You're gorgeous.
[ Loki looks up at Mobius through dark lashes, feeling very good about, well, everything. About Mobius' smell and taste, the weight of his hand in Loki's hair, the weight of his compliments on Loki's heart. About what it means to hold something as heavy and warm and sensitive as the cock he's wrapped his fingers around, pumping slightly with his thumb pressed against the being on the underside as he continues to kiss and lick the balls below.
He's good at this sort of thing, he knows, a mouth built for bitten kisses and a tongue shaped for lying and licking and driving others mad through the nerve endings. That Mobius calls him beautiful while he's on his knees before him is quite wonderful actually. ]
Du lukter veldig godt, [ he breathes out, ] og du smaker enda bedre. [ This is all the warning Mobuis receives before Loki takes Mobius' cock into his mouth, relaxing his jaw and throat to allow it to go back as far as possible, swallowing gently to create more friction around the head before pulling back and doing it all over again, keeping his eyes on Mobius' before he lets them shut. ]
[It's a wonder his knees don't buckle and fold under him right then and there. All the patience has been worth it, truly, for as much as he's also been hard and aching for this to happen. If Mobius has anything smart to say, it dissipates in an instant as the warmth and wetness of Loki's mouth envelops him. Instead is a wordless noise ripped from him, sharp, and then easing into a long and low moan.
No, he's not surprised Loki's good at this. For so many different reasons, not the least of which being how he knows Loki's life backwards and forwards. His is a mouth made for being used in one way or another, whether it's slicing into someone with the thinnest of bladed words, singing sweet nothings into a willing ear, or pleasing a partner.
He continues to strive for patience in himself, though. Because it could be so easy to just grab Loki and fuck his throat raw until he's spent and sore and satisfied. Loki may even be into that. But Mobius still wants to savor this, even now. Wants this to last, and to not treat Loki like he's just some kind of quick one night stand. So he tries, very hard, to let Loki do what he wants. At first. His other hand strokes at Loki's face, rests a hand along his cheek to feel it fill and hollow, and then too lets it curl into tresses.]
That's good. [He breathes it out and means it. His hips twitch forward.] Shit, that is real fucking good.
[ The praise warms him, causing Loki to smile as much as possible even as he shifts his mouth to press his tongue to the underside of Mobius' cock, pulling back in order to lick at the head, opening his eyes to watch Mobius again as he does so. The hands in his hair ground him, a little, keep him from entirely floating away in the ebb and flow of the pattern of breathing required for doing this sort of thing, and the fact that Mobius doesn't immediately throatfuck him into a well-used state of bliss reminds him that he had other desires for the evening as well. Desires that may not come to pass if he sucks the entire life out of Mobius via his dick right away.
So. He pulls off, hand wrapped still around the base, enough for the wet sound of suction released to fill the space between them and Loki's nostrils flare, his chest rising and falling as his lungs try to catch up with the air he can more easily breathe now. He licks the wetness away from the head of Mobius' cock and watches the other man, still smiling. His own cock is aching, bobbing slightly with each breath, but Loki is somewhat used to ignoring his own arousal. ]
As much as I'm having fun, [ he drawls, moving his hand up and down Mobius' cock with a slow and easy pattern, ] you haven't told me what you want. Also you mentioned riding earlier and I would like to be on the receiving end of that.
when you just start saying some deep shit in the middle of smut I GUESS??
[Don't mind the low whine when Loki's terribly pleasant mouth is removed. Hand good, hand still very good, but--
And of course Loki's talking. Of course Loki is saying words, and Mobius is still present but in a way that's just barely present. He blinks owlishly at Loki a few times, rocking into his hand almost idly, and then laughs.]
Maybe shoulda asked that sooner. If I'm honest, [he licks his lips, gives the hair wrapped up in his fingers a good tug] all I'm thinking about right now is you blowing me until I can't feel my legs anymore.
[But that's not really the answer. It's an answer but not what Loki's looking for. And he gets it. The part of his brain that isn't hooked on hot lips on every part of him gets that Loki has made a point, several times, to express a desire, while Mobius in all his folksy dopey charm has mostly just done, either for what he has wanted (Loki up against the nearest solid surface kissing the fuck out of him) or for what Loki's wanted (and he is definitely still willing to give him some marks). And maybe that's one of the worse things about going with the flow and being so easygoing. What does he want? Anything. Everything. To be in Loki, for Loki to be in him, to just touch each other until they both can't take it any more, to return the sucking favor, to bite and kiss and lick and scratch until they look like they were in a fight, and to hold each other close and see if their heartbeats synchronize.
He closes his eyes, still feeling that slow pattern of Loki's, and tries to remember how to articulate a coherent thought. To pluck out a single desire and give voice to it seems so limiting. They could just go straight to the riding. But that would also be Loki's wants. What does he want? That can't be such a hard god damn question.]
I wanna blur our lines. [It just...slides out of his mouth, like that's a normal reasonable rational thing to say, like that's a normal kind of want to express right in this moment, rock hard with an unfairly attractive god licking and stroking him.] I want to get so wrapped up in you I forget who the hell I even am. I want to make sure everything I do with you feels deserved.
[He cracks his eyes back open, his mouth quirking up into an easy smirk.] I also wanna get my hands on your dick while you're not allowed to touch anything, just to drive you right up the wall. Begging's also good.
[ The motion of Loki's hand does not stop, even as he waits for Mobius to present him with some desire he can fulfill, some better understanding of what Mobius has fantasized about. The hand not slowly working Mobius' cock rest first on Loki's thigh and then moves to the other man's, squeezing gently as he speaks.
Whatever answer he expected is not the one he receives. I want to blur our lines...I want to make sure that everything I do with you feels deserved feels like a knife twisting, causing his breath to catch in his chest and his eyes to shut, briefly.
It sounds like love, this thing Mobius describes in his voiced desires, and Loki is both intensely drawn to and terrified by the idea. That someone would love him; that this man, in particular, would. That he would be found worthy of that.
He opens his eyes to meet Mobius', just in time to catch that smirk. ]
It would not be difficult for you to elicit begging from me, [ he states, honestly, quietly. ] but you have to know that by now, how much I want to please you. [ He tilts his face to kiss Mobius' arm. ]
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[ Loki memorized the number on the door. Just in case, he tells himself, and then the door is opened and they're inside, and he's still reeling from Mobius' earnestness when he tells Loki that he'll never be a disappointment to his friend.
Can he get that in writing? In stone perhaps? Burned into the heart of a star?
Left to his own devices this is about the point where his brain might spin out of control, at least briefly. Does Mobius think they should shower, first? How much of that furniture is weight bearing enough for two adult men? What is that knickknack over there? But Loki is given a directive and the part of his brain wired to please, the part of him that has thrived in Mobius' steady offerings of friendship, is more than happy to latch on to that order.
Not very chaotic of him, but, whatever. This time it's Loki's turn to grab the other man by the time, drawing close. His mouth presses against Mobius' with insistence, lips parting, pulling Mobius' bottom lip between his teeth again.
Mobius seemed to like that, so. Why not a repeat performance?
He steps entirely into Mobius' space, letting go of his tie in order to run his hands flat down Mobius' chest before coming to rest at his belt. There his hands pause, but his mouth does not, still kissing hungrily. ]
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But they both want, and they're both eager and willing to give into it. Loki's got his lip in his teeth, and Mobius presses a breathy laugh to his mouth. If Loki wants to please so badly, he doesn't have to do all that much.
And hey. If he's not too fussed with having full control over all of this, then Mobius doesn't mind taking the reins a little. He presses his body against Loki's, and then keeps pressing, hands finding themselves along the god's waist, pushing him insistently until he's pressed against a wall. Loki's not the only one hungry. How long has he wanted this? Longer than he'd want to admit.]
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That laugh goes straight to the pit of his stomach and keeps traveling downward. Pressed as he is between Mobius and the wall now it's pretty obvious just how into this make out session Loki is getting. Not that the TVA's uniform slacks would've left much of that to the imagination in the first place. His hands, which had curled fingers around the buckle of Mobius' belt, move to untuck his shirt so Loki can press his palms against Mobius' stomach. He wants to touch so badly, breathing hard through his nose, wants to feel skin beneath his fingers and rumple Mobius' perfectly curated uniform.
He pulls his head back to break the kiss, panting a little. ]
I'd really, hm, like to get my mouth on your cock. Just. Putting that out there for the record.
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Mobius shrugs off his jacket and tosses it somewhere he doesn't care behind him, hums a pleased noise when Loki touches him, really touches his skin, and when Loki pulls back just enough to breathe and say something really, truly exciting, his mouth finds other places to kiss. Jawline. The nice soft space under the chin. He starts down the line of Loki's neck when that particular desire comes out of Loki's mouth, and he just has to laugh again, hot against Loki's pulse.]
You don't take anything slow, do you? [His hands drift up to Loki's tie, undoing it with practiced fingers.] We'll get there. Absolutely we'll get there. [Because damn if that doesn't sound like a most excellent use for a silver tongue.] I'm gonna have fun unwrapping you first.
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Tight pants are just part of The Look.
Mobius kisses his neck, soft, tender places that have been ignored for quite a while and Loki's breath stutters out, his heart rate ramping upward. ]
Not usually, [ He admits, and should he feel some kind of way about that? Too bad, he's not going to allow his brain to go down that path right now, thank you very much. He's too involved with the feel of Mobius' skin beneath his hands, which leave Mobius' body in favor of beginning to unbutton the other man's shirt. ]
Like a gift? [ He asks, and immediately mentally kicks himself. Could he sound more needy? But it's said, now, and he can't take it back. ]
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It does give him the brief mental image of Loki all tied up with a bow. Later. Maybe later.
Besides, a little neediness isn't a bad thing. And he can't say it's a surprise coming from someone so starved of affection. Good thing Mobius is so willing to give it. Getting some in return is just the cherry on top. He slips the tie from Loki's neck and rests his hands on his chest, just watching Loki have a time undoing his shirt for a moment before pushing in for another hungry kiss, a flash of his own teeth nipping and pulling at some unfairly pretty lips. It's really kind of nice that their hearts are both all aflutter. Flattering that he can elicit that kind of response in someone who, under normal circumstances, could destroy him in a hundred different ways without breaking a sweat.]
Or maybe you're the one that's gonna have fun unwrapping me.
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He hisses as Mobius bites him and swallows, hard. More of that, please and thank you. ] I think the fun of unwrapping will be mutual.
[ Just a hunch he has, really.
His hands settle on Mobius' shoulders and give them a small squeeze before he moves downward towards his belt again and behind the work of unfastening that. ]
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Any semblance of perfectly balanced and serene control he might be showing definitely is shattered by the way he grabs Loki's shirt and rips it open without preamble. Not all of the buttons survive the journey. What a terrible shame.]
You're right. I'm having a great time with this. [His fingers trace down Loki's shoulders, chest, stomach, almost like he's touching something fragile, almost like he's not sure if he should be touching at all. This is a work of art, after all.] Damn.
[But this is art that is meant to be touched. And kissed and licked and bitten. Did we mention biting? Loki had quite a delicious reaction to that. Time for more of that. First it's a kiss right to the hollow of his throat. A line of them along a collarbone. When he works his way to the curve where neck meets shoulder, that's when the teeth come back into play.]
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The rest of him is too busy being proud and in awe of how much of Mobius' control seems to have been tossed violently aside, much like Loki's shirt.
He can't help but flush a little at the light touch, his hands stilling for a moment as his brain forgets what he was doing in favor of watching Mobius, his expression.
Loki could make a joke, to cover up the way his heart lurches under Mobius' touch and reverence; Do you like what you see? But then the other man is kissing him, biting his neck, and all Loki can think to do is groan in pleasure. He's so hard he aches with it and as much as he'd like little more than to drop to his knees right here and now, there's not enough room to do that, and Mobius had more or less told him to be patient about it.
Also, he'd be too far from Mobius' teeth if he did. So. Loki shudders. ]
I may be telling you things you already know, [ He breathes out, ] but being marked and things that cause lingering, ah, sensation are particular favorites of mine.
[ In other words someone is a tiny bit of a masochist.
His hands remember they had a task and so Mobius' belt is undone, as are his pants in short order. The noise of fabric and metal buckle sliding down the other man's legs to the floor causes Loki's cock to twitch, already straining against the fabric of his pants. ]
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I could eat you right up. [Wants to get his mouth everywhere, on everything. He toes out of his shoes so he can kick pants to the pile of forgotten clothes.] You want a little pain in your pleasure, I can do that. Maybe I should make sure anyone else that has you knows just who you belong to, huh? [And maybe that's a little more possessive than he planned on right away, but the words are out of his mouth before he can even think twice. Not sorry for it.
His hands tug Loki just far enough off the wall that he can get his hands back there, feeling muscles, feeling him up, before he sets his nails against skin and drags them down slow and easy. And up front? He alternates kisses and sharp little bites as he makes his way down Loki's chest. If he gets any lower he's not going to stop, and far as he's concerned, Loki's got first dibs. He gets as far as a nipple and gives it some attention, too.]
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You are quite welcome to either eating me or marking me to your heart's content. [ A shuddering breath, his fingers at Mobius' hip flex and curl inward. ] Though if I may make a request it would be for both.
[ Mobius' words may be possessive but Loki doesn't balk at them. If anything, he craves it, almost as much as he craves Mobius' attention, his touch, his friendship. He wants, he realizes, very much to be his and he's currently too aroused for there to be room for him to be afraid about it. Later, maybe.
He palms at Mobius through the other man's underwear, providing the friction he himself desperately craves, taking in what he can of the shape and weight of the cock beneath his hand. The other hand remains at Mobius' hip. ]
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And then Loki has the audacity to start touching him, and that's it, coherent thoughts are taking a backseat. Mobius groans, instinctively pressing against the hand for more pressure, more friction, and finds himself pressing his face back to the curve of Loki's neck, open mouthed and breathing hard against him. His fingers curl harder into the small of Loki's back, digging.] Fuck. [Yeah, it's been a bit. Note to self: do this more often. Frequently. All the time.
But if he stays here like this, they won't get anywhere else. It takes effort on his part, to reach down and take Loki by the wrist, to pull that tantalizing preview of things to come away and pin it to the wall.] You're gonna have it in your mouth soon enough you impatient little minx. I'm not. done. unwrapping. my gift. [He punctuates with hot, breathy kisses pressed to Loki's mouth, eager and imprecise and wanting. But he will have patience even if it kills him.
He will also have Loki. Hands drifting to the belt and tugging, pulling him along. Of course he knows this place like the back of his hand, finding it easy to navigate backwards and mostly naked toward the bed.]
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You should say fuck more often, [ he pronounces, feeling a bit punch drunk on arousal, endorphins, and anticipation ] just like that. Clearly, this means I should feel you up more often too.
[ He makes a pleased little hum at the idea of every elevator ride they take in the future being rife with semi-erotic potential. Later he'll be worried about what will happen to Mobius if they're found out but for right now? Very pleased with himself.
They reach the bed with minimal encounters with other furniture and Loki reaches out to put his hand against Mobius' cheek. He was going to say... something but whatever it was escapes him at the moment, his thumb swiping across Mobius' upper lip, indulging in the sensation of his moustache against it. ]
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[Bed obtained. The back of his knees hit the edge, but he doesn't go down just yet. He might himself be about to say something else smartassed and sexy, but Loki touches his cheek, and it's oddly tender for the whole talk of blowjobs and promises of loud and enthusiastic cursing concurrently happening. It's like his brain stutter-stops for an instant, derailed, and he blinks. Not startled, just...switching gears for a second.
Mobius turns his head just enough to kiss Loki's palm and lean into the touch. Kiss a fingertip. Kiss the exploring thumb, and then draw it into his mouth with a teasing suck. And a frankly obscene sound when his mouth pops back off the digit. Re-railing his train of thought, as it were. Were his own hands supposed to be doing something? Belt. Right. Yes. That. Belt and patience, sliding the leather slip from loop and setting it aside on the bed. Rather than mindlessly tossing it wherever. There might be some fun use for that later.]
Kinda hoping I won't be the only one cursing up a storm.
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He just... he cares about Mobius, respects him as a person, likes him as a friend. He's had no lovers he could call friend before, no one with whom a gentle touch would be understood or well-received in the midst of everything else, and sometimes it strikes him out of the blue just how important this man is to him. Sometimes like now.
The noise Mobius' mouth makes when he lets go of Loki's finger has him smirking, a little, alongside the shudder that chases across his shoulders at the belt being so purposefully set aside. He wants to know what it'll be used for but is loathe to ask, in this moment. Anticipation and patience. He can manage both.
He can be good. What an odd and yet simultaneously thrilling thought. ]
I doubt you will be. [ The only one cursing, that is. ] But I won't promise you that I'll stick to English.
[ It is not, after all, his first language. ]
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Lucky for you, I know a whole hell of a lot of languages. [All of them, in theory.] Get as loud and filthy and not-English as you want.
[Mobius is enjoying the foreplay well enough, naturally, and after undoing the button and fly of Loki's pants (pants, yo hell with pants, those need to come right off, wait hold on, patience) slides his hands down under layers of fabric to get nice handfuls of ass, squeezing.]
You know how often I've looked at your ass in these pants? I'm telling you, leaves nothing to the imagination.
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Loki raises his eyebrows in surprise. It makes sense, but a whole hell of a lot of languages does give him a pretty free reign, and he's definitely curious to see how fast Mobius can mentally translate.
Also, one presumes Mobius has neighbors on either side of these walls but one would be remiss in presuming that Loki would care in regards to how loud he can be in bed.
His hand slides from Mobius' cheek to the side of his neck to keep his hands busy with something while his fly is being undone. He grins and wiggles his hips a little bit. ]
Good, then they're doing what they should. [ Not leaving things to the imagination, that is. He bites his bottom lip. ] Are you always this particular with unwrapping gifts?
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[He's also going to savor removing those layers. Mobius might still have one last bit of covering left, but he has no plans to leave Loki with anything at all, pushing it all down. He savors the sight, too, of leaving Loki bare, of an aching cock just begging to be touched, of seeing him in full.
Seeing him in full and ready and willing and raring to go, in Mobius' bedroom, like a fantasy come true. Of course Loki's gorgeous head to toe. He knew it, too. And of course he likes Loki, finds himself insatiably attracted to him, for reasons other than his good looks. But damn if the good looks don't help.
He gives Loki's ass a solid smack.] I think we're done being patient. It's an overrated virtue anyway.
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That smack to his ass doesn't stop the blushing either, and his cock jumps at the impact. He steps out of his shoes, pants, and underwear, kicking them aside and out of the way. ]
Yes? Great. [ Loki claps his hands together before sinking to his knees in one fluid motion, looking up at Mobius from his new position on the floor. His hands skim Mobius' thighs, going down then back up, taking in the musculature there, before he takes the waistband of the other man's underwear and pulls them down over Mobius' hips.
He watches Mobius' expression even as he buries his face in the space between cock and upper thigh, breathing in deeply. Loki licks a thin stripe along the skin there, placing a kiss amongst the soft hair gathered there. There's something about the way that the scent of a person gathers in the placest where the skin is warmest that Loki has always enjoyed, and now is no different.
He takes Mobius' cock in hand but doesn't immediately put the organ in his mouth, opting instead to lick and gently suck at his balls. The goal is twofold; worship and overstimulation. ]
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And now he doesn't have to imagine it at all. He huffs a breath out hard, watching with parted lips and hungry eyes, watching while being watched in return as Loki takes a little bit of a sidestep, a different than direct route. A hand right where it needs to be, with an encouraging noise from the back of his throat. When Loki's mouth goes lower than anticipated, his breath stutters. No, of course he wouldn't do the expected. That'd be too easy.]
Fuck, [hissed out, because sure, he could use other words, will surely have need of them as the evening progresses, but that's what Loki wanted to hear. And they'll both get the things they want. He runs a hand into Loki's dark locks, petting a few times before curling his fingers there. Not pulling, not yet, but certainly having a grip on him.] You're gorgeous.
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He's good at this sort of thing, he knows, a mouth built for bitten kisses and a tongue shaped for lying and licking and driving others mad through the nerve endings. That Mobius calls him beautiful while he's on his knees before him is quite wonderful actually. ]
Du lukter veldig godt, [ he breathes out, ] og du smaker enda bedre. [ This is all the warning Mobuis receives before Loki takes Mobius' cock into his mouth, relaxing his jaw and throat to allow it to go back as far as possible, swallowing gently to create more friction around the head before pulling back and doing it all over again, keeping his eyes on Mobius' before he lets them shut. ]
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No, he's not surprised Loki's good at this. For so many different reasons, not the least of which being how he knows Loki's life backwards and forwards. His is a mouth made for being used in one way or another, whether it's slicing into someone with the thinnest of bladed words, singing sweet nothings into a willing ear, or pleasing a partner.
He continues to strive for patience in himself, though. Because it could be so easy to just grab Loki and fuck his throat raw until he's spent and sore and satisfied. Loki may even be into that. But Mobius still wants to savor this, even now. Wants this to last, and to not treat Loki like he's just some kind of quick one night stand. So he tries, very hard, to let Loki do what he wants. At first. His other hand strokes at Loki's face, rests a hand along his cheek to feel it fill and hollow, and then too lets it curl into tresses.]
That's good. [He breathes it out and means it. His hips twitch forward.] Shit, that is real fucking good.
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So. He pulls off, hand wrapped still around the base, enough for the wet sound of suction released to fill the space between them and Loki's nostrils flare, his chest rising and falling as his lungs try to catch up with the air he can more easily breathe now. He licks the wetness away from the head of Mobius' cock and watches the other man, still smiling. His own cock is aching, bobbing slightly with each breath, but Loki is somewhat used to ignoring his own arousal. ]
As much as I'm having fun, [ he drawls, moving his hand up and down Mobius' cock with a slow and easy pattern, ] you haven't told me what you want. Also you mentioned riding earlier and I would like to be on the receiving end of that.
when you just start saying some deep shit in the middle of smut I GUESS??
And of course Loki's talking. Of course Loki is saying words, and Mobius is still present but in a way that's just barely present. He blinks owlishly at Loki a few times, rocking into his hand almost idly, and then laughs.]
Maybe shoulda asked that sooner. If I'm honest, [he licks his lips, gives the hair wrapped up in his fingers a good tug] all I'm thinking about right now is you blowing me until I can't feel my legs anymore.
[But that's not really the answer. It's an answer but not what Loki's looking for. And he gets it. The part of his brain that isn't hooked on hot lips on every part of him gets that Loki has made a point, several times, to express a desire, while Mobius in all his folksy dopey charm has mostly just done, either for what he has wanted (Loki up against the nearest solid surface kissing the fuck out of him) or for what Loki's wanted (and he is definitely still willing to give him some marks). And maybe that's one of the worse things about going with the flow and being so easygoing. What does he want? Anything. Everything. To be in Loki, for Loki to be in him, to just touch each other until they both can't take it any more, to return the sucking favor, to bite and kiss and lick and scratch until they look like they were in a fight, and to hold each other close and see if their heartbeats synchronize.
He closes his eyes, still feeling that slow pattern of Loki's, and tries to remember how to articulate a coherent thought. To pluck out a single desire and give voice to it seems so limiting. They could just go straight to the riding. But that would also be Loki's wants. What does he want? That can't be such a hard god damn question.]
I wanna blur our lines. [It just...slides out of his mouth, like that's a normal reasonable rational thing to say, like that's a normal kind of want to express right in this moment, rock hard with an unfairly attractive god licking and stroking him.] I want to get so wrapped up in you I forget who the hell I even am. I want to make sure everything I do with you feels deserved.
[He cracks his eyes back open, his mouth quirking up into an easy smirk.] I also wanna get my hands on your dick while you're not allowed to touch anything, just to drive you right up the wall. Begging's also good.
Just keep fucking Loki up why don't you
Whatever answer he expected is not the one he receives. I want to blur our lines...I want to make sure that everything I do with you feels deserved feels like a knife twisting, causing his breath to catch in his chest and his eyes to shut, briefly.
It sounds like love, this thing Mobius describes in his voiced desires, and Loki is both intensely drawn to and terrified by the idea. That someone would love him; that this man, in particular, would. That he would be found worthy of that.
He opens his eyes to meet Mobius', just in time to catch that smirk. ]
It would not be difficult for you to elicit begging from me, [ he states, honestly, quietly. ] but you have to know that by now, how much I want to please you. [ He tilts his face to kiss Mobius' arm. ]
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sorry I finally got home from traveling and then work hit me like a ton of bricks
np! life happens
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