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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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"Contrary to popular belief, is isn't 'some deep pathological thing' for most people. Many just enjoy it for what it is." Loki knows his own tendencies likely come from his past and present, but the more he got to know people in the 'scene' the more he found he was in the minority.

"But you're right, this isn't exactly a shower conversation. We still have so much to clean," he says, reaching around Mobius to give his ass a good squeeze.

"You're not gonna be leaving new lipstick marks on me this time. Another time, though. In whatever colors you want." He's making sure this bitch is deeply conditioned, partly out of care for hair, partly out of dragging this out for fun to test Loki's patience.

"As usual, you're gonna have some beautiful hair when I'm all said and done with you. Everything else was already beautiful long before I came on the scene."

"The conditioner does need to set," Loki says, placing a few gentle kisses on Mobius' chest. "Perhaps I can leave a few more marks on you while we wait? Ones that will last a bit longer than lipstick."

Gentle kisses turn to light nips and sucking as Loki starts a mark just on the other's right pec.

"Oh, yeah." He grins at Loki's eagerness. "A couple only we'll get to see, with everyone else none the wiser? Our little secret. I like it."

Loki kisses down Mobius' chest and stomach, eventually going so low that he's forced to slide off the seat and onto his knees. The hard tile floor isn't very comfortable, but at least Mobius is blocking him from the spray. It seems he might be heading for another blowjob, but he stops just above the tuft of silver hair above the other's shaft. He chooses a spot and starts alternating between nipping and sucking harder than he had the previous night. Those marks were already fading, these he wanted to last.

Unsurprisingly, he does think this is going toward morning shower bj, and that tease gets him a bit excited. And then he jerks just a little at the nipping and sharper sensation. Not enough to be in any danger of slipping, but still, threw him for a loop. "Oh, hi there--you wanna mark me as yours?"

Again he hums in agreement, sending tingles of vibrations across the delicate skin. The way Mobius jerks, the sounds he makes, spur Loki on to nip and suck even harder. One of his hands moves up to the small of the other's back to support him, allowing Loki to apply more pressure with his lips and teeth. He worries the spot a bit more before pulling back to examine his handiwork, the beautiful purple already starting to bloom where his teeth once were.

"There we are, now you'll think of me whenever your belt shifts just right."

"I'll think about how you're a little shit." But he says it with such a laugh and grin. "And that you don't want me wearing a belt at all. Maybe I should put it aside so I can tie you up with it. Or smack you silly."

Loki groans at the though of being tied down, his ass beaten read by Mobius' belt before the other starts fucking into him. His erection had flagged a bit during their conversation, but is now achingly hard again.

"Fuck, you cant just say things like that." Not that his words have any real bite to them. A little hard to sound serious when his voice is this breathy and his blush is so obvious in his cheeks. Later he'd blame it on the fact that he hadn't actually gotten any action for almost a whole month, but the truth is that Mobius would have elicited this kind of reaction from him even if he'd just gotten beat and fucked the night before.

"I definitely can, and I will continue to do so in the future."

Does he enjoy that reaction? Yes. Yes, he certainly does. And don't think he hasn't noticed a nice stiffer twitch in that dick. Loki likes the ideas presented. "You'd have to gag me to keep me from saying things just like that."

"Now there's an idea we'll have to explore." Loki smirks and moves to start another mark near the join of Mobius' leg and hip. "You gagged, tied up and at my mercy. Maybe throw in a blindfold to really help you focus on all the sensations I wring out of you." He looks up through dark lashes, gauging his reaction to the suggestion.

"Mm, not all at once. I'd say only two of those at a time at most. Definite yes on blindfolds." He waggles a hand. "Not sure about gags. None of those drooly ones, anyway."

"We'll take it slow." Loki does file away the blindfold idea for later. After they've had a nice talk about boundaries and safewords and all that. For now he's content to wrap a hand around Mobius' dick.

"I know your specialty is hair, but how would you feel about giving me a facial?"

Mobius tries not to laugh, because, honestly, cock in hand is a good feeling. But Loki is also good at eliciting reactions. "You could've gone for a joke about a happy ending, too, but that works better."

"Shower massages probably aren't a good idea anyway." Loki teases as he begins to stroke Mobius' cock, leaning forward so his tongue can play a bit with the tip. "Am I allowed to touch myself, or are you going to make me beg again?"

"Mm," at the lick, at the attention given freely. "Yeah. You can definitely touch yourself. Think I wanna watch you get us both off."

As soon as he gives permission, Loki's hand is on his dick, stroking in time with the other hand on Mobius'. He doesn't swallow him down as he had the night before, rather choosing to lick and suck just the sensitive head of his thick cock.

"You taste amazing, you know that?"

"Getting in the shower probably helps." mobius please "It's an acquired taste, and you've certainly acquired it." mobius stop "I'll have to get my mouth on you soon to return the favor."

"Later." Loki's breath puffs against the underside of him as he licks up his dick from base to tip. "I don't intend on lasting long enough for you to get your mouth on me before we're done."

True to his word, both hands speed up, Loki letting out little whines and moans as he works himself up.

"Later." Agreed. He didn't exactly mean now in the shower anyway. At least Loki's ministrations pull some pleased sounds out of him, and he leans in, over Loki, bracing a hand on the wall behind. The other settles right at Loki's shoulder because, frankly, he doesn't know what else to do with it right this moment if it's not tangling in his hair.

Loki's rhythm starts to falter a bit as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. He holds himself back, not wanting to finish before the other.

"Fuck--ah! So close! Come on me, Mobius, please!"

"Oh--" Right, Loki was already on the way to getting going even before they stepped into the shower. This has all felt really good, obviously, but he's not near so frantic as Loki, hasn't reached that sharp peak. "Shit. Hold on, gimmie a minute." Can't say not coming soon enough has ever been a problem before. Beats the alternative! "You can come; don't wait on me."

"So generous." The words have a little snark to them, but it's impossible for him to hide the note of sincerity underneath. Loki takes more of Mobius into his mouth, working his way to swallow more and more of his length as the hand that had been on his back creepy down to lightly press a thumb against Mobius' puckered entrance.

Loki does try to hold back his own orgasm, but when the other's cock touches the back of his throat he can't contain it anymore. He moans loudly, sending vibrations along the shaft in his mouth as his milky white spend shoots across the shower floor.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Those are some good vibrations, and given Loki trying very hard to get Mobius up to speed, it's fucking working. He makes a point of fucking Loki's mouth a few times, not hard and deep like last night, but enough.

Loki's spent, and Mobius finally feels the rush coming. He pulls himself from Loki's beautiful mouth to take himself in hand, trying to breathe steady through the climb until his hips jerk just a bit. And Loki gets the facial he was after, hot and white across his face as Mobius rubs himself through the orgasm.

When Mobius pulls out of his mouth, Loki closes his eyes (nothing to ruin the mood like having to wash spunk out of your eye.) The sense that he's been claimed in such a base way sends a thrill to his gut that surely would have made him come again if he were able.

Confident nothing would get in his eyes, Loki slowly opens them as he swipes a thumb through some of the come on his cheek before popping it into his mouth.

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