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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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"It most certainly was," Loki says, crowding Mobius against the wall of the elevator as he continues his assault on his neck. "My knight in shining armor. Come back to my room so I can show you my appreciation."

"I, uh, promise I didn't do it just to get into your pants." This is all kind of much! Bewildering and intense and--not bad? It's bad, sure, but this isn't bad. "And I'm probably not going to get the chance to yell at your dad ever again." Though there might be some video of it. Oh fuck.

Loki chuckles as the elevator doors open onto their floor. "The fact that you didn't do it in order to fuck me makes it even better." He takes a step back, taking Mobius' hand to tug him along.

"Please?"

"What am I gonna do," following along, hand in hand, "say no?" Because jesus christ of course he's not going to say no to going back to Loki's room and getting appreciation if Loki's so in the mood to give it. "You really do think--you're really getting off on this, huh?"

"No one," he says, pulling out the keycard and opening the door in one fluid motion, "stands up to Odin. Least of all for me." The door opens and Loki pulls Mobius closer as he backs into the room. It's dark, the only light being a desk lamp he'd thought to leave on before they left, but he doesn't make a move to turn anything else on.

"But you- you didn't even hesitate. People here those things and the most they-" the emotions of the moment are starting to catch up to him. How does he express that he's dreamed about this since he first figured out he didn't just like girls? That he'd imagined someone coming in and putting Odin in his place ever since he realized he might be more than a man? Every disdainful look, every cutting word making him retreat further into the fantasy that one day someone might care enough about him to do something about it. He doesn't tear up, but for a moment the frantic pawing stops as Loki draws him in to a tight embrace.

"Thank you."

Oh. With some time and some distance to let the adrenaline settle, it's easier to see how important an act like that would be to Loki. Especially with a man like Odin. The indomitable, the powerful, the patriarch, the ruler. Yes, Loki would certainly be all sorts of things Odin would hate. But the idea that no one has ever stepped up to Loki's defense before is...sad.

His arms go tight around Loki in return, and he leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "I ever see him again, I'll do the same thing."

Loki lets out a chuckle. "He's going to have to start wearing a splash guard."

He pulls back, green eyes dancing as they search every inch of Mobius' face, cataloguing this exact moment. Every line, every shadow, ingrained in his mind as the moment he might have actually fallen in love.

"Now where were we? Ah, yes." Gracefully Loki sinks to his knees, expression turning decidedly more heated. "I was about to give you the best blowjob of your life."

As Loki sinks, Mobius' eyebrows rise. A hand immediately goes to Loki's hair, running through it carefully. "That so? Well then, fuck, is it bad I want to go fight your dad again? Can we do this every week?" He's thinking about Loki's makeup and smudging and smearing it. A thorough debauching. Damn.

Loki may have forgone water proof eyeliner and mascara for just that reason.

He closes his eyes as Mobius' hand runs through his hair, leaning forward to rub nuzzle the join between the other's hip and crotch.

"Standing or sitting?"

"If I stay standing, you gonna make sure I don't break something if my knees give out?" He's only kind of somewhat joking. "Either way, I'm looking down at a beautiful sight." Standing it is, far as he's concerned. "You want me anywhere in particular, besides in your mouth?"

"How about against that wall? Give you something to lean against." He lets Mobius walk himself back against the indicated wall, following close behind on his knees.

"There we are." He places a soft kiss to the other's clothed crotch before reaching for the button of his pants. "Come where ever and whenever you like, darling," he says as he slowly pulls down the zipper. "And don't be afraid of a little hair pulling."

"And you're sure about this? Because of the spectacle I just made of myself?" Because he appreciates it, for certain, but... "This was kind of one of the last things on my mind, so don't be offended if you have to warm me up first." But also that height of energy and stress has to go somewhere, so it might as well be south.

"I may have been thinking about doing this for a bit now." Mobius' actions may have spurred Loki on, but it's not like he hadn't thought about what sucking the man's dick would be like before that moment.

"Oh? Are you cold?" With the fly open, Loki leans in and breathes on Mobius' crotch as one might do to warm up their cold hands. "I could be your little cock warmer, kneel there with your dick in my mouth while you go about your business." Finally he looks up, mouth pressed to Mobius' clothed dick so every word drags his lips across the fabric, leaving faint smears of gold behind. "Would you like that?"

"Jesus. I think we can count ourselves incredibly unlucky that I don't have an office job behind a desk." Loki must have a desk. Hm. Food for thought. "You're gonna get all that pretty makeup everywhere if you're not careful."

"That's very much the point."

Loki hooks his fingers under the elastic of Mobius' underwear and tugs both the undergarment and pants down just enough to pull out his dick. He doesn't immediately get to working on it, instead letting it hang as he begins nipping and sucking at the exposed skin of his pelvis and lower abs, leaving smears of gold behind.

"Fuck, it looks amazing even when it's soft. I can't wait to choke on it."

The hand not settled in Loki's hair tugs his shirt up and out of the way, which also does well to expose more skin. Loki is terribly pretty all done up, and smearing it on him does it a little more for him than he expected. "Keep talking like that, and it shouldn't take too long. Flatterer."

"Won't be able to talk here soon." Loki's mouth moves lower, dragging through silver pubes to plant a feather-light kiss at the base. "Won't be able to make much noise at all with your fat cock stuffed in my mouth. You'll feel my moans more than you'll hear them."
He hums as he drags his lips down Mobius' cock, letting the bit of vibration that makes it to his lips tease what's to come.

Finally one hand lifts the dick to his lips, allowing him to take just the head between them as he looks up at Mobius.

Even in the dim light, Loki will be able to see a ruddy flush creeping up Mobius' face. He bites his lip as Loki tastes him slowly, that light rumble and feel of his mouth and drag of gold causing the slightest hitch in his breath. It also means that as Loki teases, he's going to feel Mobius get harder and fill out just the way he'd like.

"Cocktease." In every sense of the word.

Loki smirks not just at the name, but also the feel of the cock in his hand growing heavier. With another hum he eases his lips over the shaft to about the halfway point. His tongue lightly plays with the underside as he pulls back.

Without warning he lunges forward again, swallowing down the entire cock in one go. His hands grab the backs of Mobius' thighs to help steady himself as he hollows our his cheeks and begins bobbing back and forth. He doesn't choke as he moves between just having the head between his lips to the tip of it hitting the back of his throat, but neither does he try to hide the absolutely lewd noises that happen as he does so.

He lets out a shaky breath when Loki starts to sink in, enjoying the slow sensation. On the other hand, the surprised and aroused noise he makes when Loki suddenly decides to go all out, his knees bend for a moment, hand back against the wall to steady himself, other hand tight in Loki's hair. It doesn't take long to get him from semi to hard, zero to sixty, with that kind of intense focus. It's very, deeply, unarguably clear if the stories hadn't been enough that Loki's had a lot of practice with this. And is apparently very much enjoying it.

He can also enjoy the string of quietly choked out curses out of Mobius' mouth.

The noises Mobius makes spurs him on even more. He takes the entire cock into his mouth again, feeling the tip of it against the back of his throat as his nose buries in his silver pubes. He stays there, swallowing around the dick as he feels his eyes start to water.

Green eyes look up at Mobius through heavy lashes as his makeup begins to run down his cheeks. Briefly he thought of teasing, drawing it out for as long as he could, but then he sees the lust in Mobius' eyes and that resolve melts away. He hums and holds his position until his need to breath takes over and he has to pull back.

"You can fuck my face if you want," Loki says breathlessly

"Jesus, Loki," name said akin to a curse in the best kind of way, "you're gonna kill me here and I'll thank you for it." They both could use a second of breath catching. He reaches for Loki's face, thumb passing over a line of dribbling makeup.

About to say 'you know they make these waterproof'. Realizes that Loki would for sure know that already.

Oh. This was planned. Not specifically, obviously, but Loki is clever and fiendish and devilish and brilliant.

"Seems like you're fucking your face on me just fine."

Loki leans just a bit into his hand, relishing the gentle touch of his thumb over his cheek.

"You're lucky I don't mind doing all the work," he says, licking the thick vein on the underside of his dick before taking it in his mouth again.

"Ready?" He doesn't actually wait for an answer before swallowing Mobius to the hilt again. The pace he sets is steady, one hand still bracing himself while the other palms his own hardening dick through his tight pants as he moves back and forth with a muffle moan. He swallows and licks and moans with a single minded focus, like the entire world is just the two of them.

They'll split up and share the work a little more equally another time. Loki certainly seems to enjoy eating his boyfriend up in every possible way. Mobius does not get to say if he's ready or not, mostly because he's not sure one can really be ready for someone as skilled as Loki to suck them to the hilt.

His whole body shudders, from his scalp to a curl of his toes. Loki's pace might be steady, but it is also relentless, and he doesn't see himself lasting too long here. Though he sees Loki touching himself, and that's the impetus for tugging on those beautiful dark locks, to get him to slow down just a hair, to get attention.

"Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Get that hand on my balls instead." If Loki's going to touch anyone right now, it's going to be Mobius and only Mobius.

The order sends a thrill of arousal straight to his groin, making him moan lewdly as he reluctantly moves his hand away from his own erection to fondle Mobius' balls. That tone of voice bodes well for some of the plans Loki has for Mobius, but that will have to wait for later. Right now he has a job to finish.

Loki changes up the rhythm, rather than bobbing back and forth at a consistent pace he starts holding when Mobius' cock is all the way down his throat, swallowing and undulating his tongue to provide as much stimulation as possible. First he holds for just a beat longer, then the next time two beats, then three. All the while diligently squeezing and teasing his balls as ordered.

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