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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

Mobius stays leaning where he's at, panting and chuckling at the display. "You," he says, watching Loki lick at some of the mess, "are shockingly easy. You always like this?"

Because holy shit he will not be able to keep up if so.

"Not always. You just..." Push all his buttons? Seem perfect in a way that kinda terrifies him? "...know what to say to get me going."

Loki stands, groaning at the pain in his knees from being on the hard tile. Only 35 and he's already falling apart.

He lends a hand to get Loki back up, still finding amusement in the sentiment. Is that all? Just says the right thing? He gives Loki a little kiss right along the jawline. "Apparently I do. Sorry I wasn't keeping up. This seemed more...like a comfortable slow build thing rather than a frantic facefuck kind of situation."

He walks Loki back under the spray to care for the mess and also that conditioner's sat long enough. "Thinking about me all bound and gagged really revved your engine, huh. Should I be worried?"

"I should be the one apologizing. I didn't really intend for it to be so" cough "quick. I promise I normally last longer than that." Loki closes his eyes against the spray, leaning however needed for Mobius to be able to rinse his hair.

"More the idea that you'd trust me enough to try. That, and I couldn't stop thinking about the comments you made regarding your belt."

"Yeah? Tying you up, smacking you around with it?" His fingers are slow and meticulous in those raven locks. "Then we'll keep that in mind. For later. When we're back home. Put the same pin in that as all the other things we need to talk about."

It's an interesting perspective. That Loki can get so caught up in the words, in the imagining, that he can get going, get so sensitive. "You're fascinating."

"Thank you for noticing."

Loki practically purrs at Mobius' fingers on his scalp and images the words stir again. The compliment is what gets a slight blush from him. He gets compliments on his appearance frequently, but being called 'fascinating' is something else entirely. It's for sure that, and has nothing to do with the tenderness in Mobius' voice that's brought a blush to his cheeks. Luckily it's light enough that he can blame it on the shower heat.

It might be from the heat, or it might be from the compliment. Either way, Mobius has to lean up and kiss him gently. "Fascinating and interesting and wonderful. Strange in a good way. Is it okay if I say things like that?"

Loki has the sudden urge to bury his face in his hands, which he can't do because it would totally ruin his whole image. And Mobius is kissing him again. But mostly that first thing.

"You can." It takes way more effort than he would care to admit to keep his voice even. "I'm never one to deny a compliment."

"Good, cuz I'm gonna keep complimenting you so long as we're together." He grins and presses in another kiss. "You're blushing."

"The shower's warm and I just came." Yeah, that's totally it.

"Turn around, I'll get your back for you." Time to change the subject, or at least make it so Mobius can't see the red in his cheeks.

"The shower's warm, you just came, and you're blushing." So there. He sees you, Loki. He lets himself turn around, but takes a moment to lean back against Loki and be very smug about it. "I definitely already saw it. Can't hide from me."

"You're terrible." Despite his words, he wraps his arms around Mobius' torso for a brief embrace as he leans back before grabbing a wash cloth and shower gel and getting to work. The soap isn't heavily scented, but there is a light minty note as he starts to lather up Mobius' back and shoulders. He's not great at massages, but he does try to rub any tension out of the muscles under the other's soft flesh.

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