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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

The dirty talk goes straight to his already leaking cock, each slap pushing a soft gasp from him that eventually become moans as his ass turns more and more pink. By the time Mobius stops to reach for the lube, Loki is panting, forehead pressed into the bed.

"So bad, fuck! Please fill me up, need to feel you." He presses back against Mobius, grinding his stinging cheeks against the other's groin.

"One thing at a time, kitten." And the first thing is pressing Loki back into place, teasing at his hole with a lubed up finger. He doesn't spend too much time on the tease before pushing in. Perhaps not as slow or delicate as he normally might be for as much as Loki seems to really be enjoying the pain with the pleasure tonight. Working at him before joining a second finger in. "I'll fill you when I'm good and ready and not a moment before."

Loki moans out a long "Yeeeeees!" as Mobius' finger finally enters him. It isn't nearly enough, but he's waited ~~not~~ so patiently for it that even the one feels amazing. He wills himself to relax (not that it's hard right now) and is just about to tell Mobius he can take another when the man seems to read his mind.

"Mobius!" he pants, trying to rock back onto the fingers inside of him.

"Fuck, you make it so hard to resist you." Because that's quite an audible show. His free hand gives another quick smack. "Little bit longer." Longer enough to get another finger in there. "You look so good from here."

"That's the—ah!," the light blow interupts but doesn't deter his mouth, "—the idea." He's about to complain about it taking too long, say that he can handle it now, when the third finger joins the party. Loki presses his face into the comforter and lets out another low moan.

"Even your fingers feel amazing. C-can't wait to feel mo-oh!-re."

He leans over Loki, kissing up his back, light bites along his shoulder. "You're gonna feel so much more." Even though some of what Loki says and sounds feels just a little over the top, in spite of the promise that it's genuine. It still works through Mobius' body. Not unaffected by the praise in return.

"You want to watch?" When he at last pulls his fingers free. Moves just enough that it won't take much movement of Loki's head to have a good view of Mobius stroking himself with more lube, a prep for himself. He does it for longer than necessary, just to have a show, just to force Loki to wait just a little more. "Tell me you're ready." He knows Loki is. He wants to hear it.

Loki gives a slight whimper at the emptiness when Mobius removes his fingers. He knows whats coming next, but he can't help but hate the loss in the short interum. As prompted, Loki turns his head as far as he can to watch hungrily as Mobius spreads lube over his hard dick. If there were any part of his brain that wasn't solely focused on getting fucked at that point, the sight of his thick shaft hard and ready to wreck Loki, would have pushed it out of his mind.

When he asks, Loki nods quickly. "Yes, I'm ready. You prepped me so good now please fuck me!"

He gives Loki's ass another smack before deciding, yeah, that's asking nicely, and even Mobius doesn't want to drag this out anymore. One hand spreads Loki while the other lines himself up, and as much as Loki wants a hard fuck, he's going to be steady when he pushes in. The tightness around him makes him rumble a low pleased sound as he sinks himself in until he's fully seated in Loki, hands gripping hips none too gently.

"Like that?"

It's slower than he thought he wanted, but as Mobius slides into him, Loki finds it's perfect. The slow push lets him savor every moment of stretch, every bit of heat that enters him until Mobius's hips are flush with his. His moan is long and low as his eyes roll back in ecstasy. He almost doesn't even notice the painful grip on his hip.

It doesn't take him long to adjust. After only a moment he's looking back over his shoulder, pupils completely dilated with lust.

"Move." It's more a plea than a demand.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Hell, that look is really all he needs. Even just the sensation. Mobius moves, still as steady as he can make it but picking up the speed. One deep thrust after another, right to the hilt, the sound of skin on skin as he dives into fucking Loki properly. It doesn't take too long for him to speed up further, holding Loki tight at the hip, pulling him back as he pushes forward to meet him, and drinking in every noise his partner makes.

Each thrust punches another moan out of Loki, every part of him feels like it's on fire in the best possible way. As Mobius speeds up his moans are interspersed with the occasional expletive. One particularly hard thrust angles just right and Loki sees stars.

"There! Sh-shit, right there! Feel-ah!-so good, Mobius don't stop, fuck!" He's been close almost since they started, but he feels himself tipping nearer and nearer to climax with each thrust, but for once he finds himself holding back rather than chasing the high, not wanting it to end just yet.

Whatever potential embarrassment there might be at the idea of being overheard, it's overridden by just how hot Loki's sounds are, just how good it is to know he's doing that good of a job.

He slides a hand down Loki's back until he can wind fingers into his hair, and tugs. "C'mon, Loki, you beautiful thing," he grunts out. "Fuck, you feel so good, I can barely stand it."

It's hard to say if it's the hair pulling or being called a 'beautiful thing' that sends him over the edge. All Loki knows is that he's moaning Mobius' loudly and having one of the hardest orgasms of his life completely untouched.

"Don't stop! Keep going, want to feel you inside me, fuck, fuck. FUCK!"

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