Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

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It started about a few months ago. Loki needed to relax after making the mistake of spending his winter holidays with his 'family' (which ended in another spectacular fight with Odin that resulted in one broken window and a lost snow globe Loki has thrown through said broken window), but his normal esthetician was booked solid for the next year and couldn't fit him in outside of his own pre-scheduled appointments no matter how much money he offered to throw at her. Wanda was the best in the city, probably the whole country, so it made sense, but there's still the issue of Loki needing something to relieve his tension so he didn't strangle his paralegals. The thought crossed his mind of setting up a tindr profile for a quick fuck, but he isn't in law school anymore and that was just a disaster waiting to happen.



Wanda saves him from making a bad decision by texting him the information for another technician she helped train. She claims he's new, but very talented, which he figures will do in a pinch. The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full salon under new management. Despite the clunky UI, he's able to schedule an appointment for a basic manicure the very next day with the young man Wanda had told him about.

Casey is a nice young man. Not anywhere as skilled as Wanda, but his nails come out looking acceptable with their basic black polish and the hand massage he gets to begin with is utterly divine. He doesn't go into detail about his family problems, but the other gets the gist that the holidays were strained and is more than willing to play the oh-so-important role of listening ear even if his platitudes do ring a little hollow.

When the appointment is over, Casey hands him a card for a free deep conditioning treatment or 30 minute shoulder massage.

"These are really just for family and friends," he explains, "but you really seem like you need something to help you relax." He thinks about declining, but decides it isn't polite and takes the card anyway before handing the young man a $400 tip.

The stern looking woman at the front desk gives him a serious look as Casey nearly passes out in the background. "I'm going to be checking those to make sure they're real."

"But of course, I would expect nothing less." His usual winning smile does nothing to lighten her glare as she rings him out. She asks if he wants to use the card to schedule something today. Why not? It's a charming establishment and he has some free time coming up.

The masseuse the card is good for, Bee, is apparently booked solid for the next month, but the stylist, Mobius, just had a cancellation in the following week that fit perfectly in his schedule.

That appointment was the beginning of the end for Loki.

So in he walks six months later, having ditched his normal high-end stylist for a middle-aged man who looks like he works in a cubicle rather than a up-and-coming salon. It isn't his normally scheduled appointment, but his cases have been crazy and Thor just left for his "journey of self-discovery" aka backpacking across Europe, so all of Odin's attention is now on his youngest.

Joy.

If Loki were the sentimental type, he'd think it a shame that the lobby area of a salon is more comfortable for him than his childhood home.

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[favoriteanalyst]

He gets the impression that Loki does not normally take it slow. Why would he ever need to? But he's made the effort to pause, to talk even the most basic information, and his lean, his touch, his voice all working together to increase the heat by degrees.

Mobius turns his head to catch Loki in a kiss. To heat this up by several more degrees. He slides an arm about his waist and not too gently pulls.

"Let's start with I want to touch you, and you should sit in my lap."

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Loki slides to sit on Mobius' lap before the other can even finish his sentence. His knees bent, framing the other's hips as he dives in for another kiss, matching heat for heat with a gentle moan of encouragement.

[favoriteanalyst]

His hands start there, at Loki's waist, and drift up. Along his sides, over to his back, up his shoulders. Holds him, kisses him, tastes him. This is even better when not just fresh from a way too long flight, with a little more understanding between them.

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As Mobius' hand moves up, Loki's move down, getting under the hem of his shirt again. Without the haze of jetlag, he's able to better appreciate the skin-on-skin contact, the way the other feels when he trails his nails down his back or squeezes his chest. He wants to touch every part, map it with his fingers all night. His taste is intoxicating, spices and sweet mead. Loki moans again, encouraging this time as he removes one hand from under Mobius' shirt to the back of his head to provide a stabilizing force as he deepens the kiss.

[favoriteanalyst]

There's a desperation to Loki's moans, to the eagerness of his fingers, and that's so very arousing. Has he been thinking of this the way Mobius has? The way his partner dives in so readily and so deeply suggests an absolute yes.

He scrambles to tug up Loki's shirt tucked in, spread his fingers wide along warm skin, to feel an expanse of muscle and tendon and bone, like a delicious hint as to what he might be getting into.

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Loki melts into the touch. It hasn't been an especially long time since he was intimate with someone, but he can't remember the last time it was someone he wanted this bad and waited for this long. For some reason he'd imagined Mobius' hands as rough, silly when he remembers the man's profession. Despite the warmth of the room his skin breaks out in goosebumps where ever they trail.

The growing bulge in the front of Loki's jeans no doubt catch Mobius' attention as he presses forward, trying to get impossibly closer.

[favoriteanalyst]

Oh, his attention is caught. He's thinking about Loki under him, bed beneath them, legs tangled... They can make that happen again. They can make that happen here and now, a variation of it.

He breaks from the kiss, hands tugging the shirt more. "Off. Now." He wants to see and feel.

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Loki leans back just enough to shuck his sweater off and toss it to the floor, his hands immediately moving to tug Mobius' shirt off as well.

"Turn about's fair play."

[favoriteanalyst]

"Mm, fair 'nough." He helps by leaning in and doing a little shuffling but mostly lets Loki do the work. Why? Because he seems like he's having fun with clothing removal.

And that done, his hands set to feeling up Loki's front, entranced by his form, following the dips and curves of him, abdomen and chest and up along his collarbones. "Damn."

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Loki isn't big or particularly muscular. He works out, but mostly sticks to cardio or yoga, resulting in a lean form. He is pale as hell, though.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Normally Loki would preen under the attention, but at the moment he's entirely to entranced by the man in front of him. He ducks in for another kiss before moving down to nibble at Mobius's neck.

[favoriteanalyst]

Pale and lean he can work with. Mobius doesn't have much in the way of muscle tone, but he stays on his feet plenty and does enough little DIY projects that he's not all flab. Maybe enough for him to get self-conscious about in comparison, but he lets himself get lost in the moment of touching and feeling--and Loki. He leans his head back to expose more neck, letting out a satisfied sigh, hands finding some purchase against Loki's back once more, drifting down, over hips, daring to find his backside even if still covered.

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Loki wants to leave a mark right there on his neck so bad, but the Gala is the day after tomorrow and Mobius might not be okay with something like that being visible at such an event. Instead he trails kisses and nips down to where Mobius' shoulder and neck meet and begins nipping and sucking harder to get the blood to rise.

[favoriteanalyst]

Perhaps don't leave any marks where they'll be visible, no. Marks where they will be decidedly less visible to the public, however... Mobius chuckles a little, giving that covered ass a light smack. "You think I'm gonna run off to someone else, you want someone to know you were here first?" He didn't say stop, though.

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The smack is little more than a love tap (god knows he's had harder,) but Loki can't stop the surprised gasp that escapes.

"Perhaps I want to give you a little souvenir to look at later?" he says before giving the spot another nip and pulling back to examine his handiwork. "Feel free to do that again, by the way."

[favoriteanalyst]

"Ideally, you're the souvenir I want to look at later, but fair enough." To see something later to remind him that it happened and he was not having a fever dream, yes, please. "Maybe you should give me another. Just to make sure it takes."

But Loki says he's free to smack him again, and Mobius bobs his eyebrows. "You mean this?" With a more deliberate smack, firmer.

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"An excellent idea."

The second smack makes Loki's hips stutter forward, a higher moan escape his lips just as he dives forward to attack the other side of Mobius' neck. He arches his back in both to press closer to the other as well as to present his ass all the better as he starts on another hickey in earnest.

[favoriteanalyst]

"Oh-" That sure is some vehemence. "Okay, yeah, okay, you like getting spanked, noted." If he keeps making those noises and pressing himself so nicely, he can have all the smacks he wants. Like now, to encourage those lovebites, smack, on the other cheek. And another--the sensation dulled with fabric, but it feels safer in a way.

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The noises continue, but at about the third or fourth smack he stops kissing and biting and just presses his face into Mobius neck.

"I'm not complaining, but unless you want me to come in my pants..." Loki lifts his head just enough to look at Mobius, his pupils blown wide.

[favoriteanalyst]

"Hm...tempting," he teases, raising a hand again--and sets it lightly in Loki's hair. "Trying not to make any comments about how easy you may or may not be." He does look fit enough to kiss again, though.

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"Consider it a compliment."

What he would like to say is that he's normally very good at not loosing it after a couple of light taps like that, but then Mobius is kissing him and he can defend his honor later. Instead he kisses and grips Mobius' hips, nails digging into the skin just above his pants.

"I think these need to come off next.

[favoriteanalyst]

He makes an insistent sound into the kiss, enjoying those nails quite a bit, yes. "Think so?" he pants, nipping along Loki's jaw. "You were watching when I was getting that suit tailored, weren't you. You didn't want me to think so. But you were watching and imagining, weren't you?" A teasing accusation. "And maybe every time I stepped into a dressing room, you were imagining."

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"Yes." It's Loki's turn to tilt his head, inviting Mobius to keep doing exactly what he's doing. One hand stays on Mobius' hip while the other starts to work on the button of the man's pants. "Now let me see if I picked the right dildo to fuck myself with that night."

[favoriteanalyst]

"Oh fuck," he breathes against Loki's skin, because he was not expecting that to come out of his mouth, was not expecting that mental image, or for it to be so damn hot. "You didn't. Did you?" He smirks against Loki's neck. "Oh my god, you did?"

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A deep chuckle reverberates in Loki's chest. "I did."

Finally he gets the button undone, 5he zipper following shortly after. Long fingers play with the waistband of Mobius' underwater rather than going right for the prize underneath. "I came with your name on my lips. Do you want to hear what it sounded like?"

[favoriteanalyst]

He swallows thickly. "Yeah," a little strained, because, holy shit, what a thing to learn, what a thing to hear, "I do." His hands feel like they're playing catch up, pawing at Loki's jeans until his fingers work at the fastenings. "Should we take this to bed, or are you comfy right there?"