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cuttingremark) wrote2021-12-21 11:17 am
cuttingremark) wrote2021-12-21 11:17 am
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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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.
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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"Don't stop! Keep going, want to feel you inside me, fuck, fuck. FUCK!"
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And he will. He'll savor this feeling, savor Loki and everything about him, as he builds up to the highest peak--and slams himself deep into Loki and stays there. His body folds over his boyfriend's, chest pressed to back, a breathless and strangled sound pressed against his shoulder. His hips move after a few moments, a few shallower, stuttery thrusts, and muffles some of his moans by biting Loki's shoulder a few more times. Not with the same kind of sharp pressure to leave lasting marks but enough to certainly feel a sting.
He only is able to find some words when he finally sits back to pull out. "Wanna see how gorgeous you are." Wants to see how absolutely wrecked Loki looks, really.
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"Fuck, that was amazing."
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"No you," he murmurs into the lazy, blissed out kiss.
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"Not even a competition. That silly piece of plastic can't compare in the slightest."
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"Gonna help get you cleaned up here in a minute. And you need a drink after that. Of water. Some balm, too, probably. For the scratches. Wasn't too rough on you, was I?"
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"We should clean off before it starts to dry. Don't want to snuggle you in a sticky bed." Because honestly if he waits much longer he might just fall asleep. He's woken up in such situations before and it's never a pleasant experience.
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Even if he would definitely rather just be curled in bed fading into a rest. He pads to the bathroom for some washcloths, damp with warm water. Detours to the fridge for a bottle of water, then sits on the edge of the bed handing both over to Loki.
"Seems like a little patience didn't kill you after all," he teases.
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He accepts the washcloth and water bottle gratefully, taking a sip before starting to clean himself up.
"I think we'll need to see a few more examples before we can say for certain. This was just the once, after all."
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"We're gonna have a lot to experiment with," he rumbles, breaking out into a satisfied grin. "We'll have to set some play dates."
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"There's so much I want to do with you. For you."
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"For me?" he echoes. "You're a very giving type, aren't you."
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"I like to think I'm rather charitable. Need to make sure you're having a good time as well."
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There's a question of what kind of relationship Loki usually wants with sex, if he's just naturally a bottom who likes a bit of pain or if he's looking for something a little deeper than that, something submissive. He doesn't ask that, though. Because he's determined to leave the heavier and more thorough sex talking for when they're back stateside.
Instead: "You want me to rub any balm or lotion or anything on you?"
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"That sounds amazing. I have some unscented lotion in my bag."
Heavy stuff later, right now he's just enjoying Mobius' body touching his.
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Doesn't take much rummaging to come back with said lotion, and he rubs some on his hands before taking to Loki's back, running over the expanse of skin and the marks left there. "Now, I'm no masseuse, you'll have to go to a professional for that."
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"I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have doing this right now. You should consider a change in careers."
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