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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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"Mmmmhmmm, I do, you got me." Did Mobius ever used to have such energy? Probably, when he was younger. So long as he can keep up with Loki well enough, it won't be a problem.

It feels good, the slide of hands, the subtle scratch of nails biting into his skin. Mobius works his way down Loki's throat, over adams apple, dipping his tongue down to the hollow. The hand on Loki slips down along him, to his hip, to thigh. "Just like you love slow and steady. Even if it drives you crazy. Maybe because of it."

"Very few have the patience to do 'slow and steady' with me." Loki groans and rolls his hips up, grinding their clothed dicks together. He can count on one hand the number of partners he's had who were able to resist his urge to make things fast and hard.

"I can be very convincing."

"I have plenty of patience, especially for my boyfriend."

He sits up, getting both hands under Loki's shirt, sliding over muscles and soft skin, riding the material up. "If you really want me to go fast, you'll have to be more convincing than that."

Loki's hands drop to stroking up and down Mobius' thighs as the other sits up. "I'm content to see where you're going for now." He doesn't make any move to raise his arms or do anything else to aid Mobius in removing the shirt. If he wants slow, he'll get slow.

"Yeah? Me, too." He doesn't actually have a plan, just wants to go and see where it leads. To fucking Loki right and proper, hopefully, which frankly won't be hard. "But feel free to speak up about what you want and how you want it."

He gives his own bite of nails along skin, gentle scratches down Loki's front, and soothing strokes back up again. A few times, just watching, and feeling. And when he's satisfied with that for the moment, a thumb finds a nipple and starts to rub a tight circle.

Loki lets out a hum of pleasure, arching his back ever so slightly to press his torso a little harder against Mobius' nails.

"Careful, I might not shut-" a sharp inhale as Mobius begins rubbing his nipple interrupts his snarking, "-up. Fuck, you can keep doing that though."

"Mm, I think I will." Though he tilts his head, just amused at how this is going already. "You want me to scratch you harder, babe? Do you want me to leave marks? You want someone to see you've been marked?"

Loki feels his body flush with heat as he thinks about Mobius' marking him. Scrathes, hickies, bruises-

"Yes," he breathes out. "Mark me, make everyone know I'm yours." He thinks of the marks he left on Mobius that morning in the shower. Both of them bearing the marks of the other makes him feel giddy in a way he hasn't in many, many years.

"Fuck, when you say things like that, you're definitely very convincing. One thing at a time."

First, those nipples that so desperately need attention. He hikes up Loki's top, doesn't make to pull it off or ask him to take it off, just gets it high up on his torso. The fingers pinching and rubbing still do their work, while he leans over Loki and sets his mouth on the other, a few teasing licks before taking it in. Suckling and lapping his tongue at it. And biting. Might start marks where others can't see, first.

Loki can think of other parts of his anatomy that need more attention, but the teeth scraping across his nipples are good compromise. He does his best to not start moaning yet, wanting to save it for when Mobius finally gets his pants off, but he can't fully suppress the shudders and groans as the other works over the sensitive buds.

One of his hands goes into Mobius hair, lightly tugging and scratching at the scalp, while the other rests over his lover's sadly still clothed ass.

"N-no one's going to see it th- ah!- there." He doesn't actually sound that upset about that fact.

"No?" He sounds so surprised. Gasp. No one will see the marks of love there, how dreadful of him to do such a thing. He gives the other nipple a few licks and kisses just to even things out a hair, before moving up Loki's body.

"Mmm, okay, then how about here?" That's right up against his ear as Mobius brings his teeth down on a nice tender bit of neck. Doing his best to work in a very nice bruise.

Loki groans, closing his eyes to focus more on the sensation. "Yes. Keep going, fuck, make it show for days."

His hand slides under the waistband of Mobius' pants and underwear so he can squeeze the soft flesh of his ass.

The squeeze makes him roll his body closer, rubbing together all the more. When he's satisfied with his work, he leaves a few gentle kisses on the mark. "Might regret that when you decide you need to wear turtlenecks to look respectable at work."

Mobius does not have as much problem. He's not a lawyer.

"I could give you a matching one on the other side." Some more kisses, along Loki's jaw. "Or work one into your shoulder. Scratch you up real nice. Not enough to bleed," because frankly that's another level to talk about and does not want to deal with it right now, "just enough to linger. Could spank you real nice. That one won't last, though." Just putting options out there. To drag this out and tease.

The combined sensations of Mobius grinding against him and marking him up has Loki letting out a low moan and arching up to increase the friction and pressure

"That's why the gods gave us makeup." That and he owns enough fashionable scarves he can get away with it. Normally he wouldn't care what people thought of him, but maintaining a professional air at work is a necessary evil.

Again Mobius' words set him on fire, the flush covering his face and torso getting more pronounced by the word. "You can't expect me to choose. Is 'all of the above' an option?"

"You're pretty when you're all kinds of flustered and turned on." Mobius gives him a deep kiss, properly on the mouth. This is fun. It's fun making someone eager and impatient wait it out, building them up to some fervent peak.

There may be something of a glint in Mobius' eye when he pulls back. "Off with the shirt, c'mon." He'll even be so kind as to help until it's discarded on the floor, forgotten. "Sit up, there you go, nice and comfy." It alas means less immediate and pressing friction, but. Mobius slides his hands along Loki's sides, a gentle up and down, before pulling him closer. "Let's get as many of these seen to, yeah?"

Which is all he's going to say before biting down again, this time along the nice taut line of his shoulder, while his nails dig into Loki's shoulderblades, bite more figuratively into his back. Pulling him closer and leaving deeper, redder trails down his skin.

"I'm always pretty," Loki says as he pulls his shirt up and over his head, flinging it to the floor without a second thought. Unfortunately doing so requires him to remove his hand from Mobius' amazing ass, but he's sure he'll get back to it at some point in the night. Instead he rests his hands on the other's hips.

He has another sassy response ready to go about not being too comfy, but it's driving from his mind as Mobius bites down on his shoulder. If there is anyone in the rooms adjacent to them (or below them), they are sure to hear the moan he lets out as teeth and nails sink into his flesh. The pain mixing with and enhancing the arousal Mobius already coaxed out of him. His grip on his hips tights, nails digging in to leave little crescent indents where they had slipped back under his shirt.

Loki is so loud, it could be embarrassing, but in this moment, it's very hot. Not so much being overheard as getting Loki genuinely so worked up. That it really does feel that good to him, the masochist. Mobius doesn't let up the pressure, but there's definitely a shiver-shudder that jolts through him.

He doesn't skimp on these marks, either. If Loki wants it so bad, he'll get it without reservation. Loki clearly wants to leave more of his own marks, but one thing at a time. When he eases himself back this time, he's laughing.

"You really do like it when I hurt you, huh?"

Loki nods quickly. It's hard enough to describe when he's fully in control of his speech, but now he's quickly rocketing to the level of arousal that steals his ability to make coherent sentences. He gets out what he can.

"Feels good. Different sensations mixing." Honestly, it's more than he expected.

He bows his head to leave a trail of kisses up and down Mobius' neck, making a disappointed noise when he gets to his shirt collar.

"Not fair. Off." he says, gathering the other's shirt to pull up and over his head.

"All right, all right, patience." But he won't stop Loki, helping to shrug out of it. "There, that more fair?" he asks, baring his neck and offering himself up.

"Patience is over-rated," he mutters against Mobius' skin. Now that he has full access to his torso, Loki starts trailing kisses across one collarbone and down Mobius' chest. Most are feather light, but occasionally he nips and sucks at the skin, leaving small red splotches here and there.

"So you're more of a wham bam thank you ma'am type, but a little patience won't kill you. It just might feel like it's killing you." He'll let Loki do some kissing, touching, exploring, with a hand stroking through his long black locks.

"I like getting what I want." Loki isn't great with denial. He knows it makes things better in the long run, but in the heat of the moment, he can't do anything but chase that high.

Having a moment to explore Mobius a bit seems to bring him down a bit. He's still horny as hell, judging by the ever hardening bulge in his pants and the way he absolutely devours Mobius' chest, but he's a bit more in control of himself.

Finally his mouth finds it's way on to one of the other's nipples. He alternates between lightly tugs at it with his teeth and soothing the sting with his tongue, a hand coming up to work the other at the same time.

It's good to let the kitten get his play in. Mobius hums pleasantly at the attention where it's focused, enjoying getting in return some of what he gave. "That's good," he purrs, fingers petting through Loki's hair. "You're very good. You'll get what you want eventually, just not immediately."

The gentle caresses and praise makes Loki shiver. He switches his attention, and mouth, to the other nipple, redoubling his efforts on this one to try to drag more than just a hum out of his partner. (Or maybe more if that praise.)

"That's it," he coos, a little more strain in his voice even if he's deliberately trying to keep an even keel. "So eager to please me, that's beautiful. You're doing so well."

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