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Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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Loki lets out a breathy moan as Mobius bites down on his shoulder.

"Pants. Off. Now." He mutters, trying to tug down Mobius' pants enough to better gain access to his cock. If he does, Loki takes the short break to stand and peal off his own tight jeans, leaving him in nothing but black briefs that do nothing to hide his hardening cock.

"Just the pants?" he teases. There's some wriggling to shuck off his pants and remain mostly seated, if more sprawled, and watching Loki strip his side off is sure a damn nice sight to see. Those legs are a mile long.

Fuck it. He pulls himself up off the seat and slides off his underpants, too, until he's standing naked in front of Loki, arousal outweighing nerves. And then he gets his hands right back on Loki, tugging him in close. "Bed." Or, at least, not the loveseat.

Loki uses the time he takes to stand to shuck off his own underwear as well, watching hungrily as Mobius body is revealed. The hard cock jutting out from silver pubic hairs looks much much better than any dildo in his collection.

It's a good thing 'bed' is such a short word, because Loki attacks his lips as soon as he's fully out of his pant. He tugs Mobius with him as he walks backwards until his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he falls back, tugging Mobius to climb on top of him.

He gladly follows, hungrily kissing, eating him up. And doesn't stop kissing until they're both situated in bed, sitting up on his knees and looking quite astonished that this is happening at all. "Slow down," only a little out of breath for it. "I wanna see you."

See him lying back on a bed, long body on display for him. A fine work of art he is. Mobius takes his time, eyes raking over him, and fingertips following. Down along the lines of him, over the jut of his hips, feeling out his thighs.

"You're gorgeous."

Lots of people have called Loki beautiful (and it's various synonyms), but there's something in the way Mobius says 'gorgeous' that causes his breath to catch and his blush to intensify. He scoots back on the bed so he's fully laying down, arranging himself in what he knows is an appealing pose: hair splayed behind him, one hand behind his head, the other laying on his stomach, a slight curve to his spine to accentuate his hips. Like earlier, goosebumps form in the trail behind Mobius' fingers as the other maps him like a precious artifact.

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"I'm not a photographer, Loki." With a smile, a chuckle. "You don't have to pose for me." But he can appreciate the small effort of doing so. He leans back in to kiss a trail up Loki's body, gently, taking his time, before he works back to Loki's mouth.

"But don't I make a pretty picture?" As Mobius moves up his body, Loki's hands go to his back, lightly scratching up and down his broad shoulders. One moves into his silver hair when Mobius reaches his lips and grips tight, an anchor more than anything else as he opens his mouth for him.

He moans lightly into Loki's mouth, bodies pressed together. Loki makes the prettiest picture, it's true. And maybe he's posed just like that for a hundred other people, it doesn't matter, because he's beautiful, and he's wanted, and wants in return. That he wants Mobius still boggles his mind a little, even now, when they're together like this.

The sheer amount of 'want' Loki feels both from Mobius and for him makes him lightheaded. Or maybe that's all the blood rushing away from his head for more important matters. Speaking of, Loki slides one hand around between them. Long fingers begin gently stroke up and down Mobius' cock a few times before he takes it in hand for a proper tug.

The kiss turns into a bite, teeth nipping at Loki's lip, before his breathing hitches at the touch. He buries his face against Loki's neck, letting out a pleased rumble. "You want me to touch you back?" Nevermind the fact that he would, in fact, really like to touch Loki back anyway. He also would really like to hear Loki say it.

"Yes" Loki whimpers, giving Mobius' dick another firm stroke. It's rough without any lube, so he isn't gripping as hard as he would like, just enough to provide friction. "Touch me! Fuck, I want you to touch me so bad."

What a beautiful noise that is. More? More of that. More of Loki. Any friction is currently better than no friction. Which is what Mobius is counting on. "How bad? I think you'd better ask me nicely."

"I think I'm asking rather nicely." It's not that Loki doesn't like to beg, but he has a reputation to uphold here! He can't just give in at the first request. But he does seem to like the push back judging by his hand on the other's dick picks up the tempo.

He doesn't have a reputation with Mobius yet! The reputation seems to be 'has lots of casual and/or paid sex' and can be a little wild. He doesn't have to be bratty and make Mobius suck in a sharp breath or make his hips shudder.

"Well, could always make you do all the work, but then you wouldn't get to have my hands on you. Guess I'll just keep them all to myself. Mm, does mean I could watch you get yourself off..."

Loki imagines it: Mobius sitting on the edge of the bed or even across the room, fully clothed, watching Loki fuck into his own fist. Maybe he calls out directions, tells him when to stop or speed up, telling him when to come. It's almost enough to send him over the edge right then and there. Loki keens and decides that today is a good day to give in.

"Mobius." It isn't quiet the moan he'd had on his lips after their shopping day, but it's close. "Touch me. I want your hands on my cock so bad, fuck. Make me come, please!"

He wouldn't have kept it up for too much longer. He doesn't know where the boundary lines are yet, literally and figuratively feeling each other out. But the way Loki says is name definitely gets his cock twitching in that deft hand.

"Okay." With a breathy, open-mouthed kiss. "Okay. Since you said please. Mm, think I've got a head start on you, though. Doesn't seem fair."

It takes, he feels, quite a bit of effort to reach down and take Loki's hand away, to kiss the beating pulse point of his wrist, set it gently aside. Somewhere along the line they lost the 'slow' of this, and he intends to ease them back to it. Not that fast and hard isn't appealing. God damn it's appealing. And they don't have to play into some kind of normative sanctity of a first time bull. But it would be nice to have this last longer than another minute. He wants to drink Loki in.

He sits up, enjoying how flushed Loki looks (as though he isn't several shades of pink from the chest up), splays his hands along Loki's thighs as he pushes them further apart. Runs them up and up to his hips, thumbs courting pelvic lines. Slowly, gently, one hand mirrors how Loki started this off earlier, feeling along his cock, down and up, before wrapping it around the whole shaft for something a little firmer.

Mobius didn't say to keep his hand where it's placed on the bed, but Loki does anyways, the tender kiss on his wrist securing him better than any cuff could. His free hand goes to his mouth, muffling the breathy moans and whimpers that escape as Mobius caresses his way to his leaking cock. He's painfully hard now, the first light touches ripping an obscene moan from his lips that only gets louder when Mobius actually grips him. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself away from orgasm. This can't end now, he's going to drag every bit of pleasure from this night he can.

It certainly answers any questions he might have had about Loki's volume in bed. Another time (god, here he is, already thinking of another time) when not in a hotel room that's bound to have walls less than soundproof no matter how nice a place it is, he'll more than encourage Loki to be as loud as he wants. A little muffling might not be the worst idea, though.

He gives a few long strokes, glad his isn't the only cock glistening with precum. Next time they do this, lube is necessary, but so long as they're careful enough, they can get by just fine without tonight. He indulges in just stroking until he decides to line his own cock along Loki's. Adding to the friction. Getting a hand around both of them at the same time.

The feel of Mobius' erection pressed against his, gentle hand wrapping around both, causes Loki's hips to stutter up in an aborted thrust. He grips the sheets tight, working to get his breathing under control. This is ridiculous, he isn't some blushing virgin who's never been touched before. Compared to his normal activities, this should be utterly boring, but when he opens his eyes and sees the way Mobius is looking at him, his body flushes impossibly more.

"I'm so close already, please!"

"I got you." A promise. "Hold on." An order. He can feel how close Loki is, and yes, it's astonishing, and it's also so hot he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. But he does. He very much does, and that's double down, rub themselves together like they're actually fucking, tighten his grip even if it's rough, ride this out until they're both a fucking wreck.

Loki babbles behind the hand still covering his mouth. It's mostly incoherent, with only the occasional 'yes' 'fuck' and 'don't stop' understandable. His hips thrust up a few times to meet Mobius' hand, driving even more friction, pushing him closer and closer.

It doesn't take long before he feels the pressure building. He holds it off for as long as possible until finally he can't. Toes curl, back arches, and Mobius' name spills from his lips like a prayer as orgasm crashes over him like a wave.

Oh, he's fucking beautiful. Bent and bowed and long and tense and losing himself. Mobius slows, taking Loki's cock full in hand to slowly ride him through the crashing wave, milk every last sensation out, bends over him to capture his mouth. If he still feels some urge to muffle himself, Mobius will do it for him. At least until it seems he starts to come down.

"Stay right there." With a hand braced on Loki's shoulder. Because now he can focus entirely on himself, a little frantic, taking in the sight of Loki and letting that push him up and up and over, a breathless tension as he spills himself out on Loki's stomach, their come delightfully mixed together.

The hand previously fisted in the sheets comes up to rest on the back of Mobius' neck as he rides out his own orgasm. Loki isn't aware of too much, but he is aware enough to capture the other's lips in a kiss as he comes, stealing any noises that may follow.

The haze of a good orgasm starts to fade, his body light and floaty as he wraps his arms around Mobius to pull him closer. It makes the mess on their abdomens even worse, but he doesn't really care right now.

"Holy shit."

What's a little mess between partners? Not something Mobius has any particular care about. Not in his current state. Not with them warm and filled with the good hormones. His breathing starts to even out little by little, and heavy kisses lead to light sloppy ones along his jaw.

"Like how that sounded. My name out of you."

Loki makes a hum of agreement, the vibrations in his chest almost sounding like a purr. He holds him close, but doesn't make moves to grope or kiss himself beyond returning what Mobius offers.

"I'd very much like for you to hear it again," he says, turning to nuzzle into the top of Moibus' head. He can't quite tell if it's the shampoo the man use or maybe his natural musk, but he smells utterly divine. "You're amazing."

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