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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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"I would like that very much." Loki reaches forward and begins to slowly unbutton Mobius' shirt.

"Let's keep tonight simple. You tell me what to do, and I do it. I won't even give you a hard time this go around." He smirks, leaning forward to place a peck on his nose.

"Do you know about the stoplight system?"

"Red, yellow, green. You'll have to tell me what your safeword is sometime when we get to do anything complicated or heavy. But lights work for me."

He caresses Loki's face until the shirt comes off, letting it slide from his arms. "Mm, suppose I'll have to take time in the bath to think of what I want you to do, instead of doing all the...doing."

"I use that rather than a safeword. Anytime either of us can have everything stop with 'red' or simply slow down and discuss with 'yellow'." His hands slide down Mobius' back, then around to his torso slowly, feeling every bit of skin he'd missed so dearly over the last week. "You can also check in to see how I'm feeling by asking for my color."

"You can still do the 'doing' as it were. Taking care of someone else can be part of being a dom if that's what you like." Loki smiles as he starts to undo the fastenings at the front of Mobius' pants. "It's one of the reasons I said you're a soft dom."

"Mm, sounds good then. So," with hand resettled at Loki's shoulders, lightly touching his neck, "what exactly is the difference? With doms, I mean."

Loki wonders if Mobius can feel the strap of the lacy bra he's wearing under his own loose button down through the soft fabric on his shoulder. He isn't going to bring it up, even if he doesn't, he'll see it soon enough.

"A soft dom shows their dominance through praise and care rather than degradation and punishment." Button and zipper undone, he gently pushes the pants down along with his underwear, slowly sinking to his knees as he does so. "You don't have to be strictly one all the time, but most people have a preferred style."

"I do prefer to reward than punish. I mean," he adds, stepping out of the fabric pile and ruffling Loki's hair, "even something like giving a smack, if that's a thing you enjoy, that's not necessarily a punishment, so punishing tends to be a lack of stimulus. If I'm jerking you off, and you're being a brat, could be I just stop jerking at all or go so slow you start losing your mind."

But he can also actually punish. And he can praise and reward. "You like being submissive and having things done to you. Seems like we should be able to mesh our wants pretty well, given it seems like I'm more a fan of doing."

"Exactly." Loki sits back on his heels into what he knows is a very attractive kneeling position, gazing up at Mobius through dark lashes.

"So what next, sir?"

"Next I think is no 'sir'." A light frown, mulling it over. Fingers still in Loki's hair. "Maybe a different word. Maybe just not 'sir' when it's just us having a good time. I don't know yet. Not tonight, anyway."

But he can't be the only one naked here, so: "Up you get. My turn to disrobe you." He jerks a thumb back at the tub. "You got anything you like put in the water, by the way?"

"No 'sir.' Got it." Loki nuzzles into Mobius' hand for a moment before doing as he's told and standing. "There are some bath bombs under the sink."

"Stay right there." He leans up for just a brief kiss before sauntering off to the sink and rummaging for the bath bombs. (Maybe he'll finally get the appeal!) Plops one in the water and comes right back to Loki to start working those buttons.

"We might come back around to that word. But I know for certain I don't want to be called 'master'. None of that. I really don't think it'll be any kind of issue with you, but 'daddy' is right out. It's fine using it to describe me, or someone, because I get it, it's evocative, but not as anything sexy. I don't want called that during--is that a bra?"

Train derailed, he spreads Loki's shirt with a look of amusement. "Isn't the lace scratchy? You've definitely got just enough chest for it." Pecs good, let's all be honest here.

"I don't like using 'master' anyways, and you have correctly guessed my feelings on 'daddy.'" Loki grimaces. To each their own, but Loki's own experiences mean he's never really seen the appeal.

He does chuckle when Mobius stops mid-sentence upon finding his little surprise. The black lace hugs his body just right, accentuating the pale skin beneath.

"Do you like it? This set is actually rather soft." Yes, set. As in he's probably wearing something matching under his dark jeans.

When Loki insinuated he might be wearing lingerie, he assumed the bottom half. Not so much a bra. He tugs Loki's shirt the rest of the way off and leans in to nibble at the curve of his neck.

"Do you wanna see me in that?"

Loki hums with contentment, angling his head to better expose his neck to Mobius' mouth.

"This one specifically? Maybe. If you're interested, I'd rather get something fitted for you, though."

"And this is fitted? Specially and specifically for you?" He's taken off enough bras in his lifetime to be able to unhook it without any issue. Nips at the hinge of his jaw. "That a thing they do for bodies like ours?"

"I sent my measurements to a seamstress who specializes in these for 'bodies like ours.'" Loki arches his back slight, trapping the lace there for a moment before letting it slip off his arms and to the floor. "I do have a few that are 'off the wrack' though."

"Fits nice." Loki's skin is also nice, running his hands along back and then along his chest. And then lower. To work on those pants. "Wanna see if the other half fits just as nice." Might be eager to get the pants shoved down just to see.

"Only one way to find out." Loki shimmies his hip, helping Mobius get the pants down without actually touching them himself. The panties do indeed fit well, cupping his semi-hard dick in the delicate looking lace. Garters attached to the waistband also hold sheet stockings up just past his knee.

"How do I look?"

It is a good fit. Form fitting. Hides nothing. Mobius starts to sink to the floor, kissing along the whole way down, right to the inside of Loki's thigh before working at the garters. He smiles up at Loki.

"Edible."

A more pronounced shiver runs through him as Mobius works his way down. One hand runs though Mobius' hair more to keep himself steady than anything else.

"No, these aren't the edible ones. I can get some of those, though, if you're interested." Can't quite stop that snark though.

He pulls a face. "They taste terrible, no thanks. I'd rather just eat you."

One garter unhooked, and he slowly slides the sheer fabric down and off. On to the next. "Or we can get some food involved and eat it off you instead. Nothing messy. Bet chocolate sauce is a pain to get out of anything. Mm, but you're still sweeter."

The nylon slides easily off his smooth legs (yes, he got them waxed for this.) Loki, one hand on Mobius's shoulder for balance, picks his foot up to allow it to slip off completely and to the floor.

"Well, we are about to get into the bath, so clean up would be pretty easy. But that would mean you'd have to leave me to go fetch the chocolate sauce." He sounds reluctant for that to happen, but in a very pouty way rather than a 'I'm scared to be alone' way.

"Absolutely not. We're getting you clean, and then we're getting you dirty again, but with no food needing to be involved." He gets the other garter and stocking off no problem. "There's a joke in here about you being stuffed that I will refrain from making."

The panties do need to come off, but first he'll have a little bit of fun, nosing up alongside that cock, breathing out slow on it, while his hands grope at Loki's ass.

"You do look good," he murmurs into the soft fabric.

Despite the joke not being made, Loki still snorts but refrains from making the joke himself as he steps out of the other stocking.

The gentle pressure against his cock and delicious grip on his ass sends tingles of pleasure down his spine. The hand in Mobius' hair tightens somewhat as his dick grows even harder and begins to strain against the thin fabric.

"It's all for you," he breathes, resisting the urge to rub against Mobius' face. Loki promised to be good tonight, and he intends to stick to that!

Loki getting harder and threatening to ruin those panties is an even better look. He gives that delightful bulge a kiss before carefully working the fabric off.

They could always skip the bath and just get right to it, but what a waste of a drawn bath, then. He rises back to his feet, kissing Loki on the lips this time, before turning the water off. It smells great from the bath bomb, and he's ginger when he steps into the tub, hot but not scalding. "C'mere and sit against me. We'll soak a bit and then I'll hit up whatever tense spots you've got."

The panties were not restricting his dick that much, but the little relief he gets when Mobius pulls them down (along with that wonderful little kiss) is enough to make Loki groan. If Mobius were to suggest skipping the bath, Loki would be in complete agreement.

But Mobius doesn't suggest it, he sticks to the plan and gets in the bath. Despite how much Loki wants to get off right now, he was told to get into the tub. He steps in gingerly, careful to not displace the water too quickly, and settles in between his boyfriend's legs with a content sigh.

"You know, I can think of one spot that needs q bit of attention."

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