[ 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 — 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. ]
[Maybe, maybe it's what he meant. Because what's he been doing all this time with Loki if not trying to show him that he's worthy of love? Those aren't the words that he uses; it's not I want to love you and be loved in return. But is it, perhaps, close enough?
There is a part of him, still sensible and cognizant of deeper meaning and analysis, that is reeling from the enormity of the implications. The cliff sheer alteration of dynamics from words unbidden.
He's electing to ignore that part, for now.]
Loki.
[Hazy with lust and yet. A deep rumbling of his name, said still with so much affection. Meant with every ounce of affection he has. There's a tipping point between them, and maybe they've long since gone over while he wasn't looking, buried somewhere in the wanting/wanted, the pleasing/pleased. Between rough heavy frantic needing and gentle caring soft longing.
That's just too much thinking, and he's packing that away.]
Get your ass in bed, right now.
sorry I finally got home from traveling and then work hit me like a ton of bricks
In fact, Loki apparently decides that his best way onto the bed is to lean himself into Mobius' space, kissing the other man with his hands on Mobius' shoulders, practically straddling the man until his momentum pressing forward forces Mobius backward and both of them go tumbling onto the bed. He's laughing before he moves to kiss Mobius again, hands on the sides of his face this time. ]
My ass is in bed now, [ he announces, feeling very good about himself and everything in the immediately observable universe, ] and so is yours.
[It takes a moment for him to catch up to what's happening as it's happening, until he makes an undignified noise and topples over, and Loki on top of him, which...is just as nice a view as him down on his knees.
Loki's just a nice view all around. And a nice feel. He's pretty sure, if they really focused on it, he could probably get off just by kissing Loki alone. As it is, his hands travel down Loki's back until he's got said ass firmly in hand, and gives it another resounding slap.]
You think you're so clever. [And he is. He can feel Loki's cock pressed against him, too, which is just super distracting. Especially when paired with another smack.] Got me right where you want me, huh? [And one more, because good things come in threes, before kneading the skin and muscle. It's a good ass. Needs a little attention.] All at your mercy. [Not at all the case. Not the point. When he kisses Loki next, it's at equal measure to his hands, rough and biting and sharp and needing.] What clever trick are you gonna pull next?
[ Loki smirks a little wider each time Mobius slaps him on the ass, breathing heavily into his kisses. Those kisses? Delicious. Ass slaps? Wonderful. Even Mobius' taunting is appealing because they are mostly compliments and also because he can draw his hips across Mobius' and feel the lovely friction that movement causes. ] I know I'm oh-so-clever, thank you very much. [ He bites Mobius' bottom lip this time, flicking his tongue across it in the next moment. ] For my next trick I'm going to convince you to let me ride your cock until you come, unless you've got some better or more pressing idea.
[Mobius groans, flushed at the friction and the suggestion of something even better.] Someone's in a giving mood. Must be my birthday. [Regardless of the fact that he's not sure he technically has one, ignoring that detail.] Normally I'd be all for it, but you did forget one thing.
[Loki will be able to feel him bracing one moment, and then find himself flipped over the next, with Mobius grinning above him.] You asked me what I want, and I'm gonna get what I want. Give me your hands.
[It's hard to resist staying right here and get it all over with. He's thinking maybe less foreplay next time and straight to it, less savoring and more doing. But that's next time. This time is for exploring and learning and, yes, savoring.
The belt will come in handy. He winds it around Loki's wrists until it's snug in place enough not to fall off at a glance. Still hardly the most secure binding, easy enough for someone like Loki to get out of if he really wants to. There's no headboard to attach anything to, so Mobius just gently moves those wrists up above Loki's head with the implication that they should stay right there. He presses kisses the god's jaw, nips at an earlobe.] No touching.
[Which is truly a shame, given those hands, but that's also the point. Drive him absolutely wild. And then there can be all the riding he wants.
As it is, he can look at Loki all long and lean and muscled and his and admire the blend of form and function. Run his fingers lightly down Loki's body, first, and again back up, taking in the peaks and valleys of bone and muscle and skin. Reverent. The next time they traverse along that body, it's with the addition of nails scratching along. It has occurred to Mobius that Loki is very eager to please his partners, that while he has his desires, his focus is not on his own physical needs. When he kisses down the length of Loki's torso, nails making their way over hips and traversing down thighs, he thinks of how that kind of service feels like a desperate attempt to be liked, to do what is wanted for the chance that he'll be seen as useful and desired. It's the kind of thinking that can threaten to ruin a good time, the way he turns it over in his mind. When's the last time someone took time for Loki? When's the last time Loki let someone take the time for him?]
We could decide today is your birthday. [ A hum of consideration. ] Or mine, for that matter.
[ Loki is very pleased when Mobius flips them over, nostrils flaring and mouth breaking out into a grin. He likes these hidden shows of strength from his friend, likes it when things take an unexpected turn. His hands he gives over easily, remembering the earlier promise Mobius made about not allowing him to touch; his breath comes out a little sharp at the tightening of the belt around his wrists. ]
You know, I could teach you very good knots with some lengths of rope.
[ The kind that would be difficult even for him to break free of, should it be necessary, bereft of his magic as he is here. Besides, Mobius told him not to touch; as his arms go above his head he takes a settling breath, but he wasn't told not to speak. That would be more difficult anyway.
He laces his fingers together to remind himself to keep them still, green eyes watching Mobius darkly. The light touch is its own unique sort of hell, the reverence with which Mobius continues on a suffering. He is not a creature made for understanding gentleness, especially directed at himself, and yet... he can't be too upset that this is the way that Mobius continues onward.
Granted, he's thankful for the slight sting of his nails against Loki's skin at the next series of touches. He tries very hard to keep his hips still, to not rise his entire body off the bed to chase that sensation. It mostly works, but then Mobius has gone quiet in his contemplation and if there's something Loki's mind cannot abide by, it is silence.
(To answer the unasked question, it has been ages. Once Loki learned what pain could do for him, and what causing pain to someone as pretty as he is does for others, he never looked back.) ]
What are you thinking? [ He asks quietly, because he's not sure of what the answer will be. ]
[He's sure Loki could teach him a great many things. Part of it is just using what's on hand without getting fancy, sure. Another is the knowledge that he doesn't know where the boundaries are. For as mouthy as Loki is, he can't be sure the guy'll speak up if he's not a fan of something. Maybe there isn't something like going too far with Loki, but there's going too far for Mobius, and maybe erring on the side of caution is better.
Yes, fuck yes he wants to blur their lines together. It just might be prudent to know where all the lines are first. They trust each other, of course. To an extent. Maybe that's not actually wise.
Loki asks him a question, and he merely hums in response, at first. Contemplates returning the favor of Loki's mouth earlier as an answer, instead nips along the curve and dip of a hip. What's he thinking? How to start with that.] I'm thinking about you. [Spoken against hot skin, not a lie in any technical sense of the word.] About other people you've been with. [That's a little bit more honest. His hands are softer, skimming back up Loki's thighs. Until he pushes himself back up to sitting, observing. There's a method to his madness, fingers sliding further up, drifting along Loki's cock. Enough to feel, and not near enough to be satisfying.]
[ The bite is nice, but not enough; Loki knows that a lot of holding his control in check will be by virtue of being told he can't touch and wanting to be successful in that endeavor, but he does whine a little, shifting his hips down into the bed as if he's attempting to escape the warm wetness of Mobius' mouth, the startling softness of that bite.
I'm thinking about you rings true, and Loki finds he'd let his eyes close and opens them to witness Mobius watching him. He's not ashamed of the number of people he's been with, or what he's managed to get up to over the centuries, but he does wonder what this man thinks of the things he knows. It's terrifying, to have someone know you and your past so thoroughly, and to know so little about them in return. ]
Not particularly, [ he admits, and perhaps he shouldn't feel ashamed but he does, a little, because Mobius is trying to be nice and gentle and Loki near to can't stand it. ] It's very... [ He closes his eyes and hopes that will help him articulate his thoughts in a way that doesn't sound desperate for validation in his own ears, but that's probably a lost cause. Much like the wet tear that rolls down his cheek as Mobius touches his cock. It's maddening, is what it is; he's going to emotionally fall apart beneath this man's touch. ] It's not what I'm used to, and I don't know what to do with softness like this.
[Number of people doesn't matter. Matters a little more to him what they do, how they've treated Loki before. And sure, it's perfectly valid to find pain very erotic, no problem with masochism as a kink, not an ounce of judgement if it's genuine. But is it just because that's how others treated him, used him? Is it because it's a defense, because Loki's self-worth has historically been so low he caught the god with a shovel in hand down a hole, before helping him out, before Sylvie came into the picture?
Should he even be allowed to think these questions? To examine him from all these angles instead of taking his partner at his word and enjoying it all?
Mobius does not want to be like anyone else Loki's been with.
And maybe that's a problem, too. Maybe that's selfish, greedy, unrealistic. He's thinking too much. He's got a handsome man at his mercy, dick in hand, and he's thinking too much, what the fuck. And then there's that lone quiet tear glinting on Loki's face, and that's it. He can't not, can't stop himself and wouldn't if he could from leaning back in over him, kissing it away.]
Enjoy it, usually. But I'll be rough with you if you want. If you really want it. Bite your thighs like I'm starving, jerk you hard with no lube, dig in my nails until I draw blood, leave bruises on your bruises. [He's still touching Loki, the whole time, with the same tender rocking up and down. If Mobius were as clever as a trickster god, he'd claim all of this was deliberate, just part of the sexy torture.] I'll do whatever you want me to.
[ He lets out a breath, shaky and uncertain. What does he want? He wants Mobius to care about him, to care for him, to feel his touch and not feel like he's going to fall the fuck apart as a result, in a way that isn't just from orgasming.
He feels weak. Weak and exposed in a way that he'd have sworn he was years, centuries removed from. He wants to curl up in Mobius' arms and hide. ]
Can we... [ He breathes out, opens his eyes, focuses on the ceiling, frowns. Refocuses on Mobius' face just as his hand shifts on Loki's cock from an upward stroke to a downward one and lets out a thin, high whine as his nervous system reminds him that there is more than just his emotional turbulence going on at the moment. ] Can we meet somewhere in the middle? [ He thinks that's what he wants. To experience Mobius' softness directed at him but still have the bruises and marks he's so familiar with. To go between both until he can't tolerate either anymore. ]
Yeah. I think we can do that, easy. [In a way, it's the go ahead to keep doing as he's been doing, the flashes of pain and the gentle come down from it. Mobius reaches over Loki to a bedside stand, rummaging until he's got lube in hand.] And you can be as mouthy as you always are. You haven't been shy about letting me know how you feel, and now's not the time to start.
[Permission, in a way. If it becomes too much, or if his ministrations are not enough, if the wants on the table change. Loki's used to pleasing, and Mobius wants to make sure he gets used to being pleased, too. There are a handful of moments where Mobius stops touching him entirely, to shift position, to warm slickness on his fingers. Funny, he thinks, that he has considered Loki on several occasions with the idea of I want to wreck the old you and build up something better, and he had never considered that it might apply to the bedroom, too.
The hand returns to Loki's cock, more eager to touch him just how he needs. His other hand takes Loki by a knee, presses his leg wide open. Kisses along the inside of his thigh a few times before sinking his teeth in hard, suckling the skin between and aiming to give him some of those marks he wants so much. Treading down the middle, gentle and rough.]
That's easy enough for you to say; you're not the one feeling like he's being pulled apart by kindness, [ Loki huffs in response, but, he knows it's fair. If he says nothing at all then how will Mobius know what he wants? What he likes and what he can't tolerate?
There's an exhalation of breath and a slight whine when Mobius isn't touching him at all; it takes a lot of control not to move his hands in those moments, craving the return of Mobius' touch so badly it makes him shake a little. ]
Not being able to touch you is some new kind of Hel, [ comes the announcement just as Mobius touches him again. He just wants to grip the other man, to have something to do other than just lay there and take it, when 'taking it' doesn't involve completely burying himself in overwhelming sensation. Not that what Mobius is doing isn't overwhelming, exactly, but Loki is very present for this in a way that he isn't, usually, by the time someone else is touching him.
A strange realization for almost the exact moment that Mobius sinks his teeth into Loki's flesh but it's so good, has him lifting his hips and letting out a high, needy noise, hands reaching for nothing above his head. ] But I suppose that's at least half the point.
[There. That's so much more expected, so much more normal, rather than the titanic shift in their dynamic. Loki will get pulled apart by whatever Mobius gives him, that's fine, so long as Loki keeps talking through it (and failing that, making those noises that make his own cock jump). It makes him feel more at ease, settling into this pain/pleasure rough/soft that they're playing with.
Enough that he laughs against a newly forming bruise.] Call it three-quarters of the point, yeah. You're gonna be here, and you're gonna take it, until you can't take it anymore.
[He flits his thumb over the head of Loki's cock as he sets to work making several more of that same kind of bruise. It'll be prettier in sets, he thinks. Symmetry. Order out of chaos.]
What's the remaining quarter, then? Am I to guess? [ Loki tries to hum through his consideration but it comes out more like a moan by the time Mobius has worked another bruise into his skin. That brief touch to the head of his cock did not go unnoticed, either; he's hard enough that even something as light as that causes him to ache. ]
You like me, for some reason, [ as if he isn't desperate to keep this friendship and the new sexual aspect that he desperately hopes will continue after tonight. ] You said that you wanted everything you do... to me? With me? To feel like it was deserved. [ Even the gentleness. What a terrifying prospect. His breath hitches, a little ahahha escaping from between his mouth as Loki presses his fingers tight against one another.
He bites down on his lower lip, frowning. Mobius likes him enough that he would lavish him with kindness as a method of driving him insane.
[He lets Loki keep talking as he methodically works in those bruises, a bright and angry color that he knows will resolve itself into deeply satisfying blues and purples. Hums pleasantly against one just to let him know he's listening.
When he pulls back enough to look at his work, and to just look at Loki (and maybe it will invite him to question again, that pondering about what Mobius is thinking, it's a risk he'll have to take), he changes things up just to catch the god off guard. The steady and languorous pace of his hand ramps up with no warning into something frenetic, with a little twist to his wrist. Less a kindness, now, but that's the point. Get him worked up and overwhelmed, and then back down, like the drops and climbs of a rollercoaster. His other hand holds him down by the hip, hard, hard enough he wonders if that, too, might leave a few faint bruises.
Has to wonder a lot of things. He can give all the rough handling Loki needs, he's pretty sure. Might have it in him to draw blood, if that's really necessary. Could put a hand around his neck and simply press his thumb into the divot of his throat. (Could but...no, he's going to discard that idea entirely. He's seen too much of Loki's life, and the end of it, to get any enjoyment out such a thing.) This, right here, is perhaps just enough torture for them both right now. If Mobius seems calm and steady, then the way his breath comes in heavy puffs betrays it. Loki is so god damn handsome that it's still dizzying to him that he's the one Loki chose.]
Those are the words I said, yeah. [And he meant it. If Loki's got a question about it, he's free to attempt to articulate it, if he can. Mobius might like to see him try.]
[ He had a question. It was a well-thought-out one, couched in some turn of phrase that would make him sound (and perhaps feel, but that part is doubtful) less desperate for an answer. Or at least he thought so before Mobius changed the way he was touching him, and then he didn't think anything for a series of concurrent moments.
Later, oh, later he'll have to tell this man just how good at this he is. How he drives Loki mad, uncertain if he wants more or less of what he's receiving. Wrap his arms around him and bury his face in Mobius' neck and stay there for a while. For now, there's no such recourse; he can't hide his face or busy his hands, so all he can do is gasp and writhe, shutting his eyes and wondering if Mobius intends to make him orgasm just like this.
Probably, yeah? That seems like a reasonable expectation, but Mobius keeps surprising him, so perhaps he should just let expectations go. ]
Why? [ Eventually is wrung out of him, and it could mean so many things, he knows, and so Loki takes a breath and opens his eyes (which is a mistake, kind of — the way Mobius is watching him threatens to unmake him on the spot). His voice comes out shaky and uncertain as he rapidly approaches an edge and isn't sure if he should brace for impact or an abrupt change. ] Why do you like me?
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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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There is a part of him, still sensible and cognizant of deeper meaning and analysis, that is reeling from the enormity of the implications. The cliff sheer alteration of dynamics from words unbidden.
He's electing to ignore that part, for now.]
Loki.
[Hazy with lust and yet. A deep rumbling of his name, said still with so much affection. Meant with every ounce of affection he has. There's a tipping point between them, and maybe they've long since gone over while he wasn't looking, buried somewhere in the wanting/wanted, the pleasing/pleased. Between rough heavy frantic needing and gentle caring soft longing.
That's just too much thinking, and he's packing that away.]
Get your ass in bed, right now.
sorry I finally got home from traveling and then work hit me like a ton of bricks
In fact, Loki apparently decides that his best way onto the bed is to lean himself into Mobius' space, kissing the other man with his hands on Mobius' shoulders, practically straddling the man until his momentum pressing forward forces Mobius backward and both of them go tumbling onto the bed. He's laughing before he moves to kiss Mobius again, hands on the sides of his face this time. ]
My ass is in bed now, [ he announces, feeling very good about himself and everything in the immediately observable universe, ] and so is yours.
np! life happens
Loki's just a nice view all around. And a nice feel. He's pretty sure, if they really focused on it, he could probably get off just by kissing Loki alone. As it is, his hands travel down Loki's back until he's got said ass firmly in hand, and gives it another resounding slap.]
You think you're so clever. [And he is. He can feel Loki's cock pressed against him, too, which is just super distracting. Especially when paired with another smack.] Got me right where you want me, huh? [And one more, because good things come in threes, before kneading the skin and muscle. It's a good ass. Needs a little attention.] All at your mercy. [Not at all the case. Not the point. When he kisses Loki next, it's at equal measure to his hands, rough and biting and sharp and needing.] What clever trick are you gonna pull next?
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[Loki will be able to feel him bracing one moment, and then find himself flipped over the next, with Mobius grinning above him.] You asked me what I want, and I'm gonna get what I want. Give me your hands.
[It's hard to resist staying right here and get it all over with. He's thinking maybe less foreplay next time and straight to it, less savoring and more doing. But that's next time. This time is for exploring and learning and, yes, savoring.
The belt will come in handy. He winds it around Loki's wrists until it's snug in place enough not to fall off at a glance. Still hardly the most secure binding, easy enough for someone like Loki to get out of if he really wants to. There's no headboard to attach anything to, so Mobius just gently moves those wrists up above Loki's head with the implication that they should stay right there. He presses kisses the god's jaw, nips at an earlobe.] No touching.
[Which is truly a shame, given those hands, but that's also the point. Drive him absolutely wild. And then there can be all the riding he wants.
As it is, he can look at Loki all long and lean and muscled and his and admire the blend of form and function. Run his fingers lightly down Loki's body, first, and again back up, taking in the peaks and valleys of bone and muscle and skin. Reverent. The next time they traverse along that body, it's with the addition of nails scratching along. It has occurred to Mobius that Loki is very eager to please his partners, that while he has his desires, his focus is not on his own physical needs. When he kisses down the length of Loki's torso, nails making their way over hips and traversing down thighs, he thinks of how that kind of service feels like a desperate attempt to be liked, to do what is wanted for the chance that he'll be seen as useful and desired. It's the kind of thinking that can threaten to ruin a good time, the way he turns it over in his mind. When's the last time someone took time for Loki? When's the last time Loki let someone take the time for him?]
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[ Loki is very pleased when Mobius flips them over, nostrils flaring and mouth breaking out into a grin. He likes these hidden shows of strength from his friend, likes it when things take an unexpected turn. His hands he gives over easily, remembering the earlier promise Mobius made about not allowing him to touch; his breath comes out a little sharp at the tightening of the belt around his wrists. ]
You know, I could teach you very good knots with some lengths of rope.
[ The kind that would be difficult even for him to break free of, should it be necessary, bereft of his magic as he is here. Besides, Mobius told him not to touch; as his arms go above his head he takes a settling breath, but he wasn't told not to speak. That would be more difficult anyway.
He laces his fingers together to remind himself to keep them still, green eyes watching Mobius darkly. The light touch is its own unique sort of hell, the reverence with which Mobius continues on a suffering. He is not a creature made for understanding gentleness, especially directed at himself, and yet... he can't be too upset that this is the way that Mobius continues onward.
Granted, he's thankful for the slight sting of his nails against Loki's skin at the next series of touches. He tries very hard to keep his hips still, to not rise his entire body off the bed to chase that sensation. It mostly works, but then Mobius has gone quiet in his contemplation and if there's something Loki's mind cannot abide by, it is silence.
(To answer the unasked question, it has been ages. Once Loki learned what pain could do for him, and what causing pain to someone as pretty as he is does for others, he never looked back.) ]
What are you thinking? [ He asks quietly, because he's not sure of what the answer will be. ]
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Yes, fuck yes he wants to blur their lines together. It just might be prudent to know where all the lines are first. They trust each other, of course. To an extent. Maybe that's not actually wise.
Loki asks him a question, and he merely hums in response, at first. Contemplates returning the favor of Loki's mouth earlier as an answer, instead nips along the curve and dip of a hip. What's he thinking? How to start with that.] I'm thinking about you. [Spoken against hot skin, not a lie in any technical sense of the word.] About other people you've been with. [That's a little bit more honest. His hands are softer, skimming back up Loki's thighs. Until he pushes himself back up to sitting, observing. There's a method to his madness, fingers sliding further up, drifting along Loki's cock. Enough to feel, and not near enough to be satisfying.]
You don't want me to be gentle, do you?
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I'm thinking about you rings true, and Loki finds he'd let his eyes close and opens them to witness Mobius watching him. He's not ashamed of the number of people he's been with, or what he's managed to get up to over the centuries, but he does wonder what this man thinks of the things he knows. It's terrifying, to have someone know you and your past so thoroughly, and to know so little about them in return. ]
Not particularly, [ he admits, and perhaps he shouldn't feel ashamed but he does, a little, because Mobius is trying to be nice and gentle and Loki near to can't stand it. ] It's very... [ He closes his eyes and hopes that will help him articulate his thoughts in a way that doesn't sound desperate for validation in his own ears, but that's probably a lost cause. Much like the wet tear that rolls down his cheek as Mobius touches his cock. It's maddening, is what it is; he's going to emotionally fall apart beneath this man's touch. ] It's not what I'm used to, and I don't know what to do with softness like this.
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Should he even be allowed to think these questions? To examine him from all these angles instead of taking his partner at his word and enjoying it all?
Mobius does not want to be like anyone else Loki's been with.
And maybe that's a problem, too. Maybe that's selfish, greedy, unrealistic. He's thinking too much. He's got a handsome man at his mercy, dick in hand, and he's thinking too much, what the fuck. And then there's that lone quiet tear glinting on Loki's face, and that's it. He can't not, can't stop himself and wouldn't if he could from leaning back in over him, kissing it away.]
Enjoy it, usually. But I'll be rough with you if you want. If you really want it. Bite your thighs like I'm starving, jerk you hard with no lube, dig in my nails until I draw blood, leave bruises on your bruises. [He's still touching Loki, the whole time, with the same tender rocking up and down. If Mobius were as clever as a trickster god, he'd claim all of this was deliberate, just part of the sexy torture.] I'll do whatever you want me to.
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He feels weak. Weak and exposed in a way that he'd have sworn he was years, centuries removed from. He wants to curl up in Mobius' arms and hide. ]
Can we... [ He breathes out, opens his eyes, focuses on the ceiling, frowns. Refocuses on Mobius' face just as his hand shifts on Loki's cock from an upward stroke to a downward one and lets out a thin, high whine as his nervous system reminds him that there is more than just his emotional turbulence going on at the moment. ] Can we meet somewhere in the middle? [ He thinks that's what he wants. To experience Mobius' softness directed at him but still have the bruises and marks he's so familiar with. To go between both until he can't tolerate either anymore. ]
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[Permission, in a way. If it becomes too much, or if his ministrations are not enough, if the wants on the table change. Loki's used to pleasing, and Mobius wants to make sure he gets used to being pleased, too. There are a handful of moments where Mobius stops touching him entirely, to shift position, to warm slickness on his fingers. Funny, he thinks, that he has considered Loki on several occasions with the idea of I want to wreck the old you and build up something better, and he had never considered that it might apply to the bedroom, too.
The hand returns to Loki's cock, more eager to touch him just how he needs. His other hand takes Loki by a knee, presses his leg wide open. Kisses along the inside of his thigh a few times before sinking his teeth in hard, suckling the skin between and aiming to give him some of those marks he wants so much. Treading down the middle, gentle and rough.]
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There's an exhalation of breath and a slight whine when Mobius isn't touching him at all; it takes a lot of control not to move his hands in those moments, craving the return of Mobius' touch so badly it makes him shake a little. ]
Not being able to touch you is some new kind of Hel, [ comes the announcement just as Mobius touches him again. He just wants to grip the other man, to have something to do other than just lay there and take it, when 'taking it' doesn't involve completely burying himself in overwhelming sensation. Not that what Mobius is doing isn't overwhelming, exactly, but Loki is very present for this in a way that he isn't, usually, by the time someone else is touching him.
A strange realization for almost the exact moment that Mobius sinks his teeth into Loki's flesh but it's so good, has him lifting his hips and letting out a high, needy noise, hands reaching for nothing above his head. ] But I suppose that's at least half the point.
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Enough that he laughs against a newly forming bruise.] Call it three-quarters of the point, yeah. You're gonna be here, and you're gonna take it, until you can't take it anymore.
[He flits his thumb over the head of Loki's cock as he sets to work making several more of that same kind of bruise. It'll be prettier in sets, he thinks. Symmetry. Order out of chaos.]
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You like me, for some reason, [ as if he isn't desperate to keep this friendship and the new sexual aspect that he desperately hopes will continue after tonight. ] You said that you wanted everything you do... to me? With me? To feel like it was deserved. [ Even the gentleness. What a terrifying prospect. His breath hitches, a little ahahha escaping from between his mouth as Loki presses his fingers tight against one another.
He bites down on his lower lip, frowning. Mobius likes him enough that he would lavish him with kindness as a method of driving him insane.
That's it's own sort of crazy. ]
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When he pulls back enough to look at his work, and to just look at Loki (and maybe it will invite him to question again, that pondering about what Mobius is thinking, it's a risk he'll have to take), he changes things up just to catch the god off guard. The steady and languorous pace of his hand ramps up with no warning into something frenetic, with a little twist to his wrist. Less a kindness, now, but that's the point. Get him worked up and overwhelmed, and then back down, like the drops and climbs of a rollercoaster. His other hand holds him down by the hip, hard, hard enough he wonders if that, too, might leave a few faint bruises.
Has to wonder a lot of things. He can give all the rough handling Loki needs, he's pretty sure. Might have it in him to draw blood, if that's really necessary. Could put a hand around his neck and simply press his thumb into the divot of his throat. (Could but...no, he's going to discard that idea entirely. He's seen too much of Loki's life, and the end of it, to get any enjoyment out such a thing.) This, right here, is perhaps just enough torture for them both right now. If Mobius seems calm and steady, then the way his breath comes in heavy puffs betrays it. Loki is so god damn handsome that it's still dizzying to him that he's the one Loki chose.]
Those are the words I said, yeah. [And he meant it. If Loki's got a question about it, he's free to attempt to articulate it, if he can. Mobius might like to see him try.]
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Later, oh, later he'll have to tell this man just how good at this he is. How he drives Loki mad, uncertain if he wants more or less of what he's receiving. Wrap his arms around him and bury his face in Mobius' neck and stay there for a while. For now, there's no such recourse; he can't hide his face or busy his hands, so all he can do is gasp and writhe, shutting his eyes and wondering if Mobius intends to make him orgasm just like this.
Probably, yeah? That seems like a reasonable expectation, but Mobius keeps surprising him, so perhaps he should just let expectations go. ]
Why? [ Eventually is wrung out of him, and it could mean so many things, he knows, and so Loki takes a breath and opens his eyes (which is a mistake, kind of — the way Mobius is watching him threatens to unmake him on the spot). His voice comes out shaky and uncertain as he rapidly approaches an edge and isn't sure if he should brace for impact or an abrupt change. ] Why do you like me?
[ Ah. The crux of the matter. ]
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