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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

The noise Loki makes is more of a whimper than a moan, but judging by how wide his pupils are blown, it's still a good sign. Loki detaches from the nipple just long enough to move up to Mobius' neck.

"Show me," he says between nipping and sucking his own mark there. "Show me how well I'm doing."

"Fuck," he breathes against the barrage of Loki and his desires. "Not yet." The fingers in his hair tighten, tug. Though he pulls that desperate mouth away, he chases right back in with a hungry kiss, lips and tongue and teeth.

"You first."

Loki gives a little resistance to the tug, just to feel it sting a bit more when he finally is pulled back. He moans into Mobius' mouth, hips bucking up in an attempt to grind against him. It's not a lot of pressure or friction with the way they're sitting, but it's better than nothing.

"So generous."

Mobius grins in response, and pushes. Gets Loki back flat again and starts to kiss down his body, over chest, down dips of abdomen, gets his fingers to Loki's pants to unfasten. Dips his tongue to navel, nips his way over to the crest of a hip.

And works a bruising bite there, too, even as he works to shove fabric down.

Loki lifts his hips to help Mobius slide the pants down, whining a bit when they don't come all the way off. They don't even get low enough to free his aching dick, which is honestly just very rude as far as he's concerned.

The bruise Mobius is forming on his hip feels very nice, though, so the groan turns into a throaty moan as he feels the mustache scrape against the sensitive flesh there.

"That's better, I think. You're gonna be a real work of art when I'm done with you." He kisses around the mark, and over, along where fabric meets skin, teasing. "I might be upset if someone else sees, though."

Would he? Hm. Not sure. Best to shelve that before it goes too deep.

He won't keep Loki hanging, though, pulling more until that hard and aching cock is out, and the pants are likewise discarded to the floor. "There you are," he coos, kissing along hot and sensitive skin, everywhere but where Loki needs it most.

It's something they can talk about later. Loki doesn't mind monogamy, but he would also like to show Mobius the pleasure of having more than one partner at a time. For now, though, he's totally content to keep the marks and bruises between the two of them. Something to feel under clothes, press in the shower, make the other inhale sharply at the reminder of lips and teeth on skin.

Speaking of lips on skin, Loki finds himself holding his breath ever time Mobius draws close to his straining erection. He also finds himself whimpering every time he moves away. The fourth or fifth time it happens, he feels like he's going to absolutely burt.

"Please," his voice is almost all breath and need. "Please touch me, Mobius, fuck I'm so hard."

"You very much are."

Maybe he'll help. Maybe he'll make things that much worse. But he'll reward Loki asking nicely instead of making demands, running his tongue up the length of him. His hands grasp Loki's hips as he teases the cock's head with his lips, then takes him in slow and steady, slide down, back up, a few times.

One of Loki's hands fists in Mobius' hair while the other grips the sheets. He doesn't try to guide the other's head, though, evidently just needing another anchor. Each slow bob rips another moan from his chest, his hand tightening every time he moves down.

"I want you to fuck me so bad, please Mobius. Fu-ah!-fuck me!"

"Mmm," he rumbles down Loki's length, quite deliberately, before pulling himself off excruciatingly slowly. It seems like he's mulling the request over as he nuzzles against Loki, occasionally brushing his lips against needy cock.

"Okay," decided at length, "but you're gonna have to be patient just a bit longer while I work you open. Make sure you're good and ready for me."

Mobius pulls away if only so he can dig out the lube. And then a little package dangled between his fingers. "Condom or no?"

Even though Mobius doesn't move much to fetch the items from the bedside table, Loki can't stop the shiver caused by the sudden cold where his skin leaves him.

"Are you clean?" he asks rather than answering the question immediately.

"Yeah." Not something he would ever be in the habit of lying about, but it's up to Loki's comfort level at that point. He leaves both on the bedside table as he works to open up and wriggle out of his own pants. If Loki would like to watch. Or help participate. "I have no objections." Which is why he asked in the first place.

"No condom." It's crazy, Loki always insists his partners use protection, even if they claim they just got tested. Something about Mobius makes him trust the man. Probably the same thing that made him willing to use the term 'boyfriend' so quickly.

Loki reaches over and helps Mobius out of his pants with deft fingers. Another time he might make more of a show about it, but he's entirely too eager to do more than hook his fingers under his waistband and tug.

"I want to feel you, every inch of you, pounding into me so hard I can barely breath."

"Jesus, keep building me up like that and I'm bound to disappoint." He says it lightheartedly, because he doesn't seem to have been any kind of disappointment so far.

Not disappointing is how eager Mobius is in return. If Loki wanted to be shown how good this all is to his partner, Mobius' thick hardness certainly answers that. He kicks out of his clothes and pulls Loki in for a heated kiss.

"Get on all fours."

Loki returns the kiss with fervor, hand creeping down to gently squeeze Mobius' hard length until the order is given. As gracefully as he can, Loki rolls over and pushes himself up onto his knees and elbows. It probably isn't exactly what Mobius was looking for, but the downward angle and arch of his back makes his ass look amazing. He wiggles his hips a little, looking over his shoulder at Mobius enticingly.

Whatever makes Loki comfortable is what he's looking for, frankly, and from this angle, not only is that ass to die for, but he can see the red lines down his back from the scratches. He can see some of the bites, the start of bruises. It's beautiful.

He situates himself right there behind, massaging those asscheeks. Enjoying the view. "So you wanna feel all of me, huh? You want every last drop inside you?" Loki can see the smack coming, the slap of hand on solid flesh. "You're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" And another to the other cheek, to even it out.

Loki watches the hand come down hungrily, eyes only falling closed to savor the sting.

"Yes!" His mouth falls open at the second, a soft moan escaping his parted lips. "I'm a greedy slut, want every bit of you inside me.

"Greedy sluts need to learn to wait," he says, echoing the phrasing. He might not normally dip into language quite like that, but if Loki says it, then it's clearly okay. The spanking continues one swift slap at a time until each cheek is delightfully pink.

And only then does he reach for the lube. "How much do you want this? I want to hear you."

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