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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

Loki moans as Mobius takes his fingers into his mouth, other hand stuttering in it's rhythm. Wet fingers start playing with the nipple they're placed upon, Loki closing his eyes to focus on the sensation.

"I need you to fuck me. Now."

"Is that so?" He takes Loki's distraction and uses that to reach for the lube to coat the dildo. "You could ask a little nicer, but I'll let it slide this time. Since you were so very good to me."

He adjusts himself so he's at a good angle for working his Loki, and with Loki's skillful fingers having done most of the work for him, slides the toy in. Just a bit. Not all the way. The tip clears, and then a little further, and then he stops. "If it's ever too much or not enough, I'm sure you'll let me know."

With that, he gets cozy and settles himself right where it'll be best to fuck Loki and suck him, too. He takes that needy cock in his mouth, a slow motion, a tease of his tongue at the head, and then a slide down and a stop. Right about as far as the toy has gone in. And when he pushes it a little further in, his mouth goes a little further as well. And the very same for pulling back. So he gets the point across, this simultaneous fucking.

Loki's about to make a snarky remark regarding 'asking nicely', but is cut off with a gasp when the tip of the toy enters him. It's warm, which is a welcome change from his own usual impatience leading to chilly silicone for the first couple of second. When the man stops to check in, Loki nods frantically.

"I will."

His hands fly to grip Mobius' hair as he sinks onto and into him at the same time. the combined sensations cause his muscles to tense with pleasure.

"F-fuck! Yes, that feels amazing."

Loki is clearly an expert, but Mobius has had his dalliances. He knows a thing or two about giving head. He hums with pride and delight at Loki's reaction to send that sensation right up his nerve endings, setting a deliberate pace with himself, not so fast he'll pull something trying to keep up, not so slow as to be agonizing. He has no plans to choke Loki down to tears the way his boyfriend had done, but takes him as far as is comfortable, giving back some of what he'd gotten. The toy he feels free to push as deep as it will go and make up the difference with enthusiasm.

Loki's been on the edge since Mobius came down his throat, so despite his best effort he knows he won't last long. There's a small part of him that's upset they can't drag this out, but the rest of his mind and body is screaming for release so loudly that bit is impossible to hear.

Speaking of screaming, Mobius angles the toy just right on his deepest thrust, hitting the bundle of nerves inside Loki. He throws his head back and lets out a loud moan everyone in the hall surely heard.

"There! Harder, right there!"

He sets his free hand against one of Loki's thighs, keeping him pressed open, and tries to remember just that angle to thrust a little harder. The timing of the sucks and thrusts desynch, focusing on fucking him hard with the toy and setting his mouth to less motion and more sensation, tongue pressing and lapping at him amidst the feeling of swallowing around him, only pulling back to tease at the head before going back in for more.

Loki moans an incoherent mess of words that are more sound than language. It's to the point he doesn't even notice that Mobius' mouth and hand aren't working in tandem anymore, all that matters is the sensations overtaking his body.

Pressure builds in his core and his toes curl. "M-mobius! I'm about to come, oh shit don't stop, please!" It's the most coherent warning he can get out before he comes, warm seed spilling out of him as he arches off the mattress.

He keeps up the fucking and lets Loki come in his mouth. There's not much that he swallows initially, instead letting it leak out as he slowly bobs up and down, leaving a messy smear of pale come and saliva along Loki's cock as he works him through the orgasm. And when it feels like he's through, he leaves the dildo inside, pops his mouth off with a truly obscene noise, licks up whatever's still lingering on his lips.

"You're a wreck," he notes huskily. "A loud, beautiful wreck."

The added sensation on his oversensitive cock is both pleasure and torture. His grip in Mobius' hair tightens, but even he isn't sure if he's trying to push him away or hold him in place. The weight of the dildo inside him isn't quite as overwhelming, but it still sends shivers along his extremities.

It takes Loki a second to catch his breath, but he grins down at the man between his legs. "It's one of my better traits." With the hand still in his hair, Loki pulls Mobius up into a sloppy kiss.

Sloppy and delicious. They're both spent and sated and in need of downtime, but a few wet kisses at the behest of hands in his hair are the least he can do. Sharing the taste of Loki in every way.

Slowly, with care, he slides the toy out and sets it aside. "I should clean you up." But he doesn't make a move to do so, not unless Loki indicates he should, in case there's more kissing that needs to be done.

Loki sighs into the kiss as Mobius eases the dildo out. As much as he doesn't want to let him go, he knows they'll just get uncomfortable if they sit for too long. He pulls away reluctantly, but with a smile.

"Probably a good idea. Then we can cuddle and watch a movie or something." He would suggest the evening news, but he doesn't want to embarrass Mobius. He can look up those videos on his own time.

Mobius' turn to take a washcloth then, and clean Loki up nicely, warm and gentle and thorough. There is certainly kissing through it, too. Hard to keep his mouth to himself. He even dabs at Loki's cheeks and around his mouth for the worst of the smeared makeup. Surely he's got some wipes to do a more thorough job of it.

He doesn't clean himself up. He wants those gold lipstick smudges to stay for the moment. There'll be a shower in store in the morning as it is. "You wanna get dressed or stay just as is?"

"Let's stay like this," he says, feeling floaty again after Mobius' careful ministrations. Loki reaches out and pulls Mobius down onto the bed, arranging them so Loki's head is pillowed on Mobius' chest.

"Sounds good to me. Feels good, too." He drapes an arm around Loki's shoulders, dips his head for a kiss to his crown. "I feel like I can't be too upset with the idea of a surprise night in."

"I hope you wouldn't be upset after that blow job." Loki bends around to grab the remote as well as the edge of the blanket to pull over the two of them.

"How about a little late-night Asgardian television, hm? I can translate for you, or we can just make up what they're saying."

"You have finely honed a skill, and my dick is incredibly grateful for it. I feel like I need to recover from that." He settles in against the pillows, idly stroking Loki's hair. "I'm good for whatever to wind down."

"Your dick sucking's pretty good as well." Loki smirks and tilts his face up to place a light kiss on Mobius' nose before flipping on the television.

They are greeted with a still image of Mobius pointing angrily at a soggy Odin. The news anchor speaks in Asgardian about Borson's guest who threw wine in the politician's face after an argument seemingly revolving around his younger son.

Loki lets out a bark of a laugh. "Look, dear! They got your good side!"

Mobius pales at the reminder of what led them here. "This is not how I wanted to become famous. Oh god, are there going to be reporters? I don't even speak the language." He scrubs his face with his free hand. "I'm shocked I didn't crush the glass in my hand or chuck it at someone."

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