[Oh, there it is. The 'please' has him twitching, aching for this. Curling fingers, a third to make Loki feel the stretch.]
Fuck, [unbidden, just from seeing and hearing Loki like this. Frantic and intense kisses with teeth.] You're so beautiful, how could I not want you? [But it's more than looks, a lot more. He's not looking to articulate that, though. Not going to fill this back up to burst with why he likes Loki. This is enough.] Thought about you more than I should. Wanna feel everything you've got. I'm so crazy about you I can't fucking stand it.
[ Loki chuckles as Mobius curls his fingers inside of him, immediately going breathless as the third joins them. This is so good, better than he could have imagined, and he definitely has imagined something rather similar to what's happening right now. He tests Mobius' hold on his hair again, mostly for the variety of sensation but also because he's never met a boundary he wouldn't test at least a little bit.
He feels good about what one 'please' has wrought him, honestly. He bites Mobius' lips, tugs at them with his teeth before letting go and licking them soft again. ]
I want you, [ he breathes out, eyes wide. ] Do you want me to beg for it? Because I will.
[He knows. He knows Loki will do whatever Mobius wants in this moment. If he asks for begging, he'll get it, and it'll sound oh so sweet. But it'll also be because he asked. No, he wants any begging to be organic, to squeeze it out of him in a fit of wild abandon, to earn it and deserve it, rather than just get it on demand.
Also, the idea of waiting much longer is just out of the question. He twists the hand in hair to really pull it, and then lets go. So he can grip Loki by the hip instead.] Loki. [A sound from somewhere deep in him, guttural, damn near feral. The fingers are gone, because patience is furthest from his mind.] I'll beg in a second if I don't get in you right. now. [But it sounds to him like Loki's just as ready when he presses himself in with a low groan.]
[ That noise that Mobius makes? Loki's not sure he's heard anything as sweet from his friend before, laughing for just a moment before Mobius presses into him and that laugh becomes some other needy sound entirely, causing him to drop his head down and furrow his brow. He has to sit up, now, push himself away from Mobius' kisses and plant his palms on the other man's chest, mouth slightly open and hair a mess as he begins to bear down.
Loki doesn't wait for the stretch not to burn; this is some of the best pain he's been chasing all night and he wants so badly that it doesn't matter that his body is only half prepared for it. ]
Fuck.[ He bites at his bottom lip as he moves upward, just to press down again and close his eyes. ]
[He's been holding out on this all night why again? Loki goes on a god damn journey and every hitch and every look on his face is worth every single second of putting up with him up to this point. He's never looked more beautiful than right this instant.
The breath in Mobius' chest stutters. His hands stay firmly along Loki's hips, as if to keep him stead, to keep both of them steady, if he's able. Let his partner take the lead on pace, for now.]
That's my line. [And he's sure it'll come tearing out of him again in short order with the way Loki looks and feels and sounds. It's tempting, it's so tempting to just hold him still and work up into him, give his own hips a workout until he's fully satisfied, or even flip them back over and go to town. But damn, it's hard to beat a view like that.]
Well, [ he drawls, moving upward once more and then down in one fluid motion, ] you are, clearly, a terrible, terrible influence on me.
[ See: cursing. See also: fucking? He's teasing, really, which is obvious given the smirk that settles on his face the moment the words are out of his mouth.
The pace he sets is fast, but not relentless; he wants to feel it for as long as possible which means not rushing things, as much as he may really want to.
With Mobius' hands on his hips, he widens his legs a little, allowing him to bend forward again without missing a beat and kiss Mobius hard. His fingers curl a little into the other man's chest, but neither hard nor quickly enough to raise welts. ]
Oh yeah. [He huffs it out, not daring for a second to take his eyes off Loki.] I'm the influence. How awful.
[Also not necessarily incorrect, but, well. They're influencing each other in so many ways. Incorrigible assholes, the pair of them.
And then Loki bends over him, kisses him savagely, and it's almost enough to eat up the eager moan of pleasure rising up out of Mobius. He forgets himself for a few long moments, stretched out into he doesn't know anymore. When time works a little differently where you are, seconds and minutes and hours don't always mean the same. And where Loki is not looking to raise welts, the moment Mobius can string a halfway coherent thought together, he drifts one hand up Loki's back, dragging nails achingly slow. And once up by his shoulder, Mobius runs back down, a quick scratch.]
Horrid, obviously. You're out here ruining gods for fun.
[ Loki laughs, swallowing Mobius' moan with sharp teeth. When Mobius runs his fingernails across Loki's back he shudders softly, but when he scratches him Loki moans a little and laughs again, hips stuttering a little bit. ]
[He rakes down Loki's pretty skin another time, and a third even harder. He might have gone in for a fourth if it wasn't for the fact that those noises and sensations are all a bit overwhelming, and Mobius holds Loki fast. Braces a foot on the bed and lets his hips snap up to meet his partner, and again, setting a new pace, faster, harder.]
Oh, [in place of some pithy comment about how this is definitely an improvement, and how ruining and improving must mean the same thing in their tongues] fuck.
[ Loki wants to say something smart about the word arguably or perhaps ask Mobius if he believes breaking something is an improvement, but then the man holds him and moves faster and all thought escapes him for a while.
Mobius curses and that brings him back to the surface in order to moan, to kiss the other man, to curl his fingers into his chest and run them down his skin. ]Please, [ he gasps out, because he wants so much, so badly, to feel Mobius shudder and orgasm beneath him that he can't think of anything else. ]
[It's hard to string more than a few words together, so he mostly doesn't bother. He's pretty sure Loki's going to have some nice finger-size bruises at his hips, holding and guiding, with how hard Mobius is trying to let go of his own neatly wound control. Loki kisses him, and pleads, and touches him, and gasps, and is just everything Mobius could ever hope for, which only drives him on.
There are still a few words out of him, nothing with any real thought behind them, hissed and groaned between kisses. A string of curses, fervent, with hitched breath. The assurance that Loki feels so good, murmured into hot skin. Loki's name, frequently, filtered through both adoration and lust.
Until his breath can come only in heavy gasps, head thrown back against sheets and throat bared to Loki like a bast, his whole body curving up, building himself up to a peak, to a white hot tipping point. It's soundless at first, but for a breath pulled quick through teeth, the way his body quivers and stills just where he is inside Loki, and his every muscle feels pulled tight, until the point is passed and everything starts to ease into a bonelessness instead. Until his breath resumes with every inhale paired with an obscenely pleased noise on exhale. His hands run down Loki's thighs even as he gives a few more little thrusts, riding the last dregs of that impossible high, terribly and absolutely satisfied.]
[ Mobius says his name in such a way that it fills him with an emotion he cannot begin to name; only that he feels singularly important to this man in a way that has eluded him for most of his long life. When Mobius throws his head back all Loki can think is that his friend looks beautiful like this, a sense of pride in his participation in bringing these moments to fruition.
They'll do this again, he's certain of it. Until then he does his best to memorize this frozen point in time.
He runs his hands across Mobius' chest, his shoulders, down his arms and back up again. He touches his face, kisses his lips, attempts to devour every sound that Mobius makes. Loki's touch turns gentle as Mobius begins to relax, though he can't hide the smug expression he wears, nor is he inclined to try. Too satisfied with the way his ass feels right now, thank you very much. ]
[That Loki is there for him every step of the way is more of comfort than he can bother trying to figure out right now. Just that it is. A reassurance that this is more than a passing fancy, maybe.
His breathing begins to even out when he catches the look on Loki's face, the absolute smugness of this prick. It's not irritating, because damn, he should be smug, why not. Although, speaking of pricks...]
Don't think you're getting off that easy.
[Or, actually, maybe do get off easy. Because a hand slides right over Loki's cock, a casual stroke.] Can't promise anything earthshattering, but you next. [Mobius is hardly drunk, though he sounds like it, loose and easy.] Tell me how you want it.
[ Mobius' touch to his ignored but still overstimulated nerves elicits a quiet moan even at so soft a touch. Loki rolls his hips a little, trying to cause more stimulation. ]
Firm, [ comes the answer, as Loki bites at his lower lip, looking down at Mobius' hand on his cock through heavy lashes and hair in his face that causes him to toss his head back. ] And a little harder, if you please.
[ It won't take much for him to go toppling over the edge, he knows, now when he's been aroused for so long. ]
Coming right up. Next time, though? Definitely eating you up.
[Firm and harder Loki shall have. Mobius has no plans on drawing this out any longer than necessary. He wants his partner just as boneless and relaxed and satisfied and spent. While one hand sets to working Loki up and over that point, the other mirrors Loki's gentle explorations. Up chest, across shoulder, down arm, back again. A cupping of his cheek. If he can't take a little tenderness right now, tough shit. He's the most handsome sight Mobius is pretty sure he's ever seen.]
Good, [ Loki sighs out, smiling and leaning his face into Mobius' touch before turning and kissing his palm; it would seem that tenderness is something he can tolerate, at this point in time. Possibly because his brain is no longer attempting to convince him that he doesn't deserve it. ]. I'm looking forward to it already.
[ His breath hitches and he reaches for Mobius' hand at his cheek to press his fingers between the other man's while Loki's other hand sits on Mobius' chest. He muffles the sounds he wants to make with their intertwined fingers, furrowing his brow as his nervous system makes the steady rush towards overload and then crashes into it, all at once. The force of it causes him to bend forward towards Mobius, foreheads touching, and he kisses him shakily through the worst of it.
It's a mess of sweat and cum across Mobius' stomach and chest that makes Loki's nose wrinkle. What a time not to have magic to make clean up easy, honestly. But he has a plan, if licking Mobius' hand until its clean is a plan. ]
[It's not detachment he's after, just a nice shutdown of the analyzing brain. It's been pretty effectively shut up for a while now, though he can feel it starting to perk back up. Just watching the way Loki muffles himself when normally he's the talker, the vocalist, and it's curious. The way he seems, not reduced or any lesser, just tuned different when the focus is on him. Humming at a different frequency.
Mobius catches him just fine when the crash comes, kissing him steady and even. His hand eases up, not so rough and not so firm, to help him come back down gently.] There you are. [A murmur, a look of adoration half-lidded, a breathy laugh. Loki makes a face, and it's downright cute.]
What, no so fond of the aftermath? [He trails one of his messy fingers through.] Just gives us an excuse to--oh. [Or Loki could decide cleanup starts with the mouth. It may not be much of a plan, but it's hardly a shit one. In fact, it's great, because a tongue running over skin, around digits, practically lapping at him, makes all the other thoughts in his head momentarily short circuit.]
It's messy, [ is Loki's answer to that question, but his expression has gone fond even as his tone is a bit petulant. That 'oh', combined with the look on Mobius' face, tells him he made the correct decision. Besides, he's very good with his tongue and he knows it. ]
But, you were saying something? [ He wants to know what it was Mobius was going to suggest they have an excuse to do. Possibly it's a shower, which he is all for, honestly, but first, he needs to lean in and kiss Mobius again. ] Thank you, by the way.
[ For quite a lovely evening, which isn't exactly over, but. He felt that thanks were needed. ]
Was I saying something? [Because kissing better. Kissing takes precedence. If he was saying something, obviously it doesn't matter anymore. Not with the taste of Loki (in all manners of speaking) so fresh on his tongue.]
Thank me, more like thank you. I mostly just hope I don't rank dead last in lays you've had. [They're going to have to talk about this, at some point. Not in the middle of things, not while in the throes of sexual bliss, but actually sit down and talk it out. But that's for later. Sometime beyond Mobius giving his partner a lazy smile, less messy fingers brushing back Loki's hair to tuck it behind an ear.] But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: sex is usually messy. Are you even doing it right if it isn't?
[ They are definitely going to have to talk about it, because Loki doesn't know how to make words at this very moment to get Mobius to understand that this encounter is the new standard by which all others will be held. Because Mobius matters. Because they're friends. ] You do not, [ is what he settles on, ] and you should stop worrying about that.
[ As far as mess goes? ] Probably not, [ Loki admits. Doing it 'right' is such a complicated concept, really. ] But it's a lot easier when you can just wave a hand and all the mess is gone. Less trouble. More time for cuddling. Which I would like to do, for the record.
Well. [He's definitely pleased by that. Maybe it's petty and he shouldn't worry, but hearing Loki say it is nice.] Good. Good to know.
[But cuddling? Cuddling sounds great. And he supposes mess does tend to get in the way of that. Mobius shifts under Loki, props himself up on elbows and kisses him again, softly.]
So, proposal: we get in the shower, I take the time to wash your gorgeous hair, you get me all squeaky clean, we cuddle up warm and clean. Or, we cuddle now, in a satisfied pile with some mess, which I have no objections to by the way, and shower later. Either way, there will be cuddling, and there will be cleaning, just a matter of order.
[ Those soft kisses are very nice, to the point that Loki actually entertains the idea of just staying in this bed and kissing Mobius until he's exhausted of it, which might never happen to be quite honest.
But the siren's call of having his hair washed by someone else is a little too strong, so Loki sits up properly before standing and offering Mobius a hand off the bed. ] Cleaning first is my choice. [ Once Mobius is up he'll kiss the man again for good measure. ]
[His legs still feel just this side of loose and wobbly, so he'll take the kiss as an excuse to briefly lean on his partner while he reorients himself. It's a good idea, still, just, ugh, do they really have to get up and move and be at any point not kissing? Mobius laces their fingers together and gives Loki an unnecessary tug in the shower's direction.]
Water takes a second to heat up. C'mon. Can't promise I've got all the fanciest floral fragrances in all of Asgard, but at least you won't have to put up with messy for much longer. You're real cute when you're mildly offended, you know, with the way your nose scrunches up.
[ Loki enjoys the casualness with which Mobius entwines their fingers, easily following that tug towards the bathroom. ]
Am I? [ A considering hum as he carefully steps over clothes they left strewn across the floor. ] I like the way you smell, the lack of florals notwithstanding, so I suspect your shampoo will be more than adequate.
Apparently you also like the way I taste, so that's flattering. [To be fair, that'd be pretty obvious even if he couldn't translate what was said, but. Yeah, he knows.
The shower's perfect for one person with the potential to get a little cramped with two. Still serviceable, though, with a twist of some knobs.] Sometimes I wish you did have your magic. Imagine a gold plated personal bath and expensive oils. I know things went to shit for you, but you were still a prince, and buddy, you were pampered like one.
[He doesn't intend to offend with the topic, or lead to anything morose. So he softens it all with a kiss to the back of Loki's hand.] Guess I'll just have to pamper you for a while.
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Fuck, [unbidden, just from seeing and hearing Loki like this. Frantic and intense kisses with teeth.] You're so beautiful, how could I not want you? [But it's more than looks, a lot more. He's not looking to articulate that, though. Not going to fill this back up to burst with why he likes Loki. This is enough.] Thought about you more than I should. Wanna feel everything you've got. I'm so crazy about you I can't fucking stand it.
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He feels good about what one 'please' has wrought him, honestly. He bites Mobius' lips, tugs at them with his teeth before letting go and licking them soft again. ]
I want you, [ he breathes out, eyes wide. ] Do you want me to beg for it? Because I will.
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Also, the idea of waiting much longer is just out of the question. He twists the hand in hair to really pull it, and then lets go. So he can grip Loki by the hip instead.] Loki. [A sound from somewhere deep in him, guttural, damn near feral. The fingers are gone, because patience is furthest from his mind.] I'll beg in a second if I don't get in you right. now. [But it sounds to him like Loki's just as ready when he presses himself in with a low groan.]
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Loki doesn't wait for the stretch not to burn; this is some of the best pain he's been chasing all night and he wants so badly that it doesn't matter that his body is only half prepared for it. ]
Fuck. [ He bites at his bottom lip as he moves upward, just to press down again and close his eyes. ]
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The breath in Mobius' chest stutters. His hands stay firmly along Loki's hips, as if to keep him stead, to keep both of them steady, if he's able. Let his partner take the lead on pace, for now.]
That's my line. [And he's sure it'll come tearing out of him again in short order with the way Loki looks and feels and sounds. It's tempting, it's so tempting to just hold him still and work up into him, give his own hips a workout until he's fully satisfied, or even flip them back over and go to town. But damn, it's hard to beat a view like that.]
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[ See: cursing. See also: fucking? He's teasing, really, which is obvious given the smirk that settles on his face the moment the words are out of his mouth.
The pace he sets is fast, but not relentless; he wants to feel it for as long as possible which means not rushing things, as much as he may really want to.
With Mobius' hands on his hips, he widens his legs a little, allowing him to bend forward again without missing a beat and kiss Mobius hard. His fingers curl a little into the other man's chest, but neither hard nor quickly enough to raise welts. ]
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[Also not necessarily incorrect, but, well. They're influencing each other in so many ways. Incorrigible assholes, the pair of them.
And then Loki bends over him, kisses him savagely, and it's almost enough to eat up the eager moan of pleasure rising up out of Mobius. He forgets himself for a few long moments, stretched out into he doesn't know anymore. When time works a little differently where you are, seconds and minutes and hours don't always mean the same. And where Loki is not looking to raise welts, the moment Mobius can string a halfway coherent thought together, he drifts one hand up Loki's back, dragging nails achingly slow. And once up by his shoulder, Mobius runs back down, a quick scratch.]
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[ Loki laughs, swallowing Mobius' moan with sharp teeth. When Mobius runs his fingernails across Loki's back he shudders softly, but when he scratches him Loki moans a little and laughs again, hips stuttering a little bit. ]
See? Ruining.
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[He rakes down Loki's pretty skin another time, and a third even harder. He might have gone in for a fourth if it wasn't for the fact that those noises and sensations are all a bit overwhelming, and Mobius holds Loki fast. Braces a foot on the bed and lets his hips snap up to meet his partner, and again, setting a new pace, faster, harder.]
Oh, [in place of some pithy comment about how this is definitely an improvement, and how ruining and improving must mean the same thing in their tongues] fuck.
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Mobius curses and that brings him back to the surface in order to moan, to kiss the other man, to curl his fingers into his chest and run them down his skin. ] Please, [ he gasps out, because he wants so much, so badly, to feel Mobius shudder and orgasm beneath him that he can't think of anything else. ]
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There are still a few words out of him, nothing with any real thought behind them, hissed and groaned between kisses. A string of curses, fervent, with hitched breath. The assurance that Loki feels so good, murmured into hot skin. Loki's name, frequently, filtered through both adoration and lust.
Until his breath can come only in heavy gasps, head thrown back against sheets and throat bared to Loki like a bast, his whole body curving up, building himself up to a peak, to a white hot tipping point. It's soundless at first, but for a breath pulled quick through teeth, the way his body quivers and stills just where he is inside Loki, and his every muscle feels pulled tight, until the point is passed and everything starts to ease into a bonelessness instead. Until his breath resumes with every inhale paired with an obscenely pleased noise on exhale. His hands run down Loki's thighs even as he gives a few more little thrusts, riding the last dregs of that impossible high, terribly and absolutely satisfied.]
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They'll do this again, he's certain of it. Until then he does his best to memorize this frozen point in time.
He runs his hands across Mobius' chest, his shoulders, down his arms and back up again. He touches his face, kisses his lips, attempts to devour every sound that Mobius makes. Loki's touch turns gentle as Mobius begins to relax, though he can't hide the smug expression he wears, nor is he inclined to try. Too satisfied with the way his ass feels right now, thank you very much. ]
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His breathing begins to even out when he catches the look on Loki's face, the absolute smugness of this prick. It's not irritating, because damn, he should be smug, why not. Although, speaking of pricks...]
Don't think you're getting off that easy.
[Or, actually, maybe do get off easy. Because a hand slides right over Loki's cock, a casual stroke.] Can't promise anything earthshattering, but you next. [Mobius is hardly drunk, though he sounds like it, loose and easy.] Tell me how you want it.
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Firm, [ comes the answer, as Loki bites at his lower lip, looking down at Mobius' hand on his cock through heavy lashes and hair in his face that causes him to toss his head back. ] And a little harder, if you please.
[ It won't take much for him to go toppling over the edge, he knows, now when he's been aroused for so long. ]
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[Firm and harder Loki shall have. Mobius has no plans on drawing this out any longer than necessary. He wants his partner just as boneless and relaxed and satisfied and spent. While one hand sets to working Loki up and over that point, the other mirrors Loki's gentle explorations. Up chest, across shoulder, down arm, back again. A cupping of his cheek. If he can't take a little tenderness right now, tough shit. He's the most handsome sight Mobius is pretty sure he's ever seen.]
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[ His breath hitches and he reaches for Mobius' hand at his cheek to press his fingers between the other man's while Loki's other hand sits on Mobius' chest. He muffles the sounds he wants to make with their intertwined fingers, furrowing his brow as his nervous system makes the steady rush towards overload and then crashes into it, all at once. The force of it causes him to bend forward towards Mobius, foreheads touching, and he kisses him shakily through the worst of it.
It's a mess of sweat and cum across Mobius' stomach and chest that makes Loki's nose wrinkle. What a time not to have magic to make clean up easy, honestly. But he has a plan, if licking Mobius' hand until its clean is a plan. ]
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Mobius catches him just fine when the crash comes, kissing him steady and even. His hand eases up, not so rough and not so firm, to help him come back down gently.] There you are. [A murmur, a look of adoration half-lidded, a breathy laugh. Loki makes a face, and it's downright cute.]
What, no so fond of the aftermath? [He trails one of his messy fingers through.] Just gives us an excuse to--oh. [Or Loki could decide cleanup starts with the mouth. It may not be much of a plan, but it's hardly a shit one. In fact, it's great, because a tongue running over skin, around digits, practically lapping at him, makes all the other thoughts in his head momentarily short circuit.]
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But, you were saying something? [ He wants to know what it was Mobius was going to suggest they have an excuse to do. Possibly it's a shower, which he is all for, honestly, but first, he needs to lean in and kiss Mobius again. ] Thank you, by the way.
[ For quite a lovely evening, which isn't exactly over, but. He felt that thanks were needed. ]
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Thank me, more like thank you. I mostly just hope I don't rank dead last in lays you've had. [They're going to have to talk about this, at some point. Not in the middle of things, not while in the throes of sexual bliss, but actually sit down and talk it out. But that's for later. Sometime beyond Mobius giving his partner a lazy smile, less messy fingers brushing back Loki's hair to tuck it behind an ear.] But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: sex is usually messy. Are you even doing it right if it isn't?
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[ As far as mess goes? ] Probably not, [ Loki admits. Doing it 'right' is such a complicated concept, really. ] But it's a lot easier when you can just wave a hand and all the mess is gone. Less trouble. More time for cuddling. Which I would like to do, for the record.
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[But cuddling? Cuddling sounds great. And he supposes mess does tend to get in the way of that. Mobius shifts under Loki, props himself up on elbows and kisses him again, softly.]
So, proposal: we get in the shower, I take the time to wash your gorgeous hair, you get me all squeaky clean, we cuddle up warm and clean. Or, we cuddle now, in a satisfied pile with some mess, which I have no objections to by the way, and shower later. Either way, there will be cuddling, and there will be cleaning, just a matter of order.
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But the siren's call of having his hair washed by someone else is a little too strong, so Loki sits up properly before standing and offering Mobius a hand off the bed. ] Cleaning first is my choice. [ Once Mobius is up he'll kiss the man again for good measure. ]
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Water takes a second to heat up. C'mon. Can't promise I've got all the fanciest floral fragrances in all of Asgard, but at least you won't have to put up with messy for much longer. You're real cute when you're mildly offended, you know, with the way your nose scrunches up.
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Am I? [ A considering hum as he carefully steps over clothes they left strewn across the floor. ] I like the way you smell, the lack of florals notwithstanding, so I suspect your shampoo will be more than adequate.
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The shower's perfect for one person with the potential to get a little cramped with two. Still serviceable, though, with a twist of some knobs.] Sometimes I wish you did have your magic. Imagine a gold plated personal bath and expensive oils. I know things went to shit for you, but you were still a prince, and buddy, you were pampered like one.
[He doesn't intend to offend with the topic, or lead to anything morose. So he softens it all with a kiss to the back of Loki's hand.] Guess I'll just have to pamper you for a while.
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