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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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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.

Loki was certainly not kidding about the best blowjob thing, or at least he's damn well putting in the most effort he can. Every time he stops and swallows and takes him in so deep, it's blissful agony. And every time he pulls back to breathe, Mobius feels his hips chasing after.

It's after a few times of this, and feeling himself rapidly building to climax, that he's decided Loki isn't going to do all the work. Both hands work into his hair, taking hold, and pulls him in as his hips snap forward. Works to set his own much more rapid pace. Right up until he's right there in Loki's throat, his own head pressed back to the wall, coming hard with a tremble and Loki's name on his lips, a drawn out moan. Twitching on Loki's tongue and coming down his throat. His knees don't give out, but it looks to be a near thing.

Loki relaxes as Mobius takes over, letting the other fuck into his mouth without any resistance. When he feels the other tense he lets out a long moan and gives his balls a long squeeze, working him through his orgasm. He's able to swallow most of the come, but some does end up dribbling our of the corner of his mouth. Even when Mobius' orgasm is complete and his dick goes soft, Loki stays there with it still in his mouth, looking up at him with pupils blown so wide with lust Mobius can barely see the green of his iris.

It would take more than a little denial and a good face fuck to get him fully to that submissive headspace he loves, but he feels himself on that edge. A high keening noise escapes him as a plea for his own release. His pants were already tighter than the ones Mobius wore, so his rock hard erection is painfully obvious from where he still sits knees spread. No matter how much he wants to touch himself, he keeps his hands away.

"Fuck, that's good." He strokes Loki's hair. "You're so good." A pleasant little cockwarmer. He eases himself out of Loki, and it's clear his boyfriend needs some release of his own. "Tell me what you want." Could always return the favor. Or use his hands as the other night. Or offer other parts of himself up.

The praise and gentle petting sends him just a bit more under, but the question pulls him back out. It's good. Loki likes Mobius, and is inclined to trust him with his submissive side after the events of this evening, but there's a lot of discussion to be done before that happens.

"You." His voice is gravelly with the recent abuse his throat suffered. "Whatever you'll give me."

It's better for knowing why Loki sounds that way. "Strip." Get that out of the way first. He's unbuttoning his jacket and shirt even as he speaks. "And get in bed. It won't be the best blowjob of your life, but how can I not return the favor?"

"I'll be the judge of that," Loki says as he quickly sheds his jacket and begins working on the buttons on his shirt which soon follows. Still kneeling, he undoes his fly so he can push down his pants and underwear in one quick go as he stands.

He has just enough presence of mind to not scramble onto the bed, doing his best to make it look graceful as he lays down. There's no posing this time, just his hair splayed around his head and a needy look in his eyes as he watches every move Mobius makes with a hunger.

Mobius is less fluid and graceful, feeling like every bone in his body has been turned into a gelatin. He sheds pieces as he goes, and only later will he be concerned with making sure his pricey new suit is hung up with care. He's fascinated by Loki as he comes sauntering up to the beside, but fascinated too by the golden shimmering marks left behind on himself. Sure, Odin was wrong to call Loki a whore, but...at the same time, is he wrong? "By any chance, you got that cock you were using on yourself in lieu of mine with you?"

Loki's eyebrows shoot up. He hadn't expected anything of Mobius, but thus far he has been able to anticipate pretty much everything the other as been up for. This, though, he never would have planned for.

"I do." He grips the pillow in an effort to not touch himself. "Green suitcase by the dresser, a black silk bag at the bottom." The lube is in there as well, as Mobius will no doubt find. The dildo is a modest one cast in bright blue silicone. A little on the long side of average, but lacking the girth Mobius' actual cock sports when hard.

"Hmm..." He leans on the bed and looks Loki up and down, drinking him in. "Then be right back."

It's an abrupt shift from reciprocating the blowjob, but no reason he can't let Loki linger in this horrible hard limbo for a while longer as he digs through Loki's belongings, the silky bag as indicated, and lube. Can't forget that. He tosses the lube at Loki. "Get yourself ready. I might not be up for it, but I can watch you play pretend like you've done before. Maybe you'll like this guy better than mine."

"Oh, I highly doubt that."

Does Loki want to get fucked? Yes, absolutely. But he had given up on that idea for tonight after committing to sucking Mobius' soul out through his dick. Seeing the man standing at the edge of the bed holding the very same dildo Loki had pretended was him is more than he could have hoped for out of the night.

The lube lands next to him with a soft thump. Without breaking eye contact he picks up up and pops open the top.

"You sure you don't want to get a feel for yourself?" he asks, waiting for a response before doing anything else.

"I'm sure I want to watch." He settles there at the end of the bed, idly swinging a big blue dick around. "I'm sure I'll get the pleasure some other time. And then you can give me the verdict, if this," waggle, "beats out this," with a shift of his hips. "I feel like I should be flattered how long you thought I might be. But I refuse to be intimidated by silicone."

Loki playfully rolls his eyes as he coats his fingers in a good amount of lube. He spreads his legs, giving Mobius the perfect view of his slick finger circling his puckered entrance.

"How many should I start with? One or two?"

"You look damn needy right now. Like you just can't wait another second. Better make it two." He idly strokes the toy up and down. "You like it all a little rough, don't you? You wanna be handled roughly."

Loki pushes two slick fingers in, gasping lightly at the stretching burn. He pushes in and out in time with Mobius's strokes.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" he asks, taking the two fingers in all the way and crooking them just right to make him moan.

"One of these days, when things settle, we're gonna have a conversation about what we like and how we like it." But that's another time. Feeling it out as they go has been a fun adventure so far these past couple days as it is. "Let me know when you're ready. Actually ready, not pretending you're ready because you're impatient for a fuck."

"Spoil sport." He keeps watching through thick lashes as he scissors his fingers, spreading himself wide enough to slip a third in. It may have been a little rushed as he has to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Still he doesn't stop fucking himself at an almost brutal pace.

"Wish these were your fingers. Been imagining what they would feel like inside me."

Slowly, Loki's other hand trails down his torso toward his dick. He hasn't forgotten the command, but he is curious how Mobius reacts to potential disobedience.

"We've got plenty of time to make that a reality eventually." Eventually being who knows, tomorrow? Right now, he wants to watch, and then he wants to help Loki fuck himself. Not too much to ask for after a blowjob like that.

He sees that other hand sliding and bats Loki's leg with the dildo. "You leave that dick alone. That's for me, not your greedy little hands."

In the moment 'eventually' sounds like forever, but he's not quite ready to beg for that yet. Loki pouts at the order, but his free hand stops nontheless.

"And what exactly should this slutty hand do while the other is-" his breath catches as he crooks a finger inside of himself again, "occupied?"

Mobius hums in thought (and distraction), then sets himself closer, between Loki's spread legs. Leans over him in a way that's familiar from just the other night. He can still see plenty of the action from here as he takes Loki's free hand with his, leads a digit into his mouth gently. Gives a brief demonstration of what certain other parts of him are going to feel soon enough. When he's satisfied, he moves Loki's hand away and toward the lawyer's chest, slick finger rubbing around a nipple.

"Something like that, I think."

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