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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

"I can't imagine where that must be," Mobius murmurs, getting his arms loosely around his boyfriend and kissing the nape of his neck around the braid.

He leans back comfortably and encourages Loki to do the same. Lets out a delightful hum of a moan for how nice it feels, even if his own week hasn't been overworked and overwrought.

"Is there anything else, on the list, off the list, anything you think I need to know? Like not leaving you alone when you're bound."

While Loki would obviously like those hands just a bit lower, this is pure bliss. The skin on skin contact, Mobius' steady breath causing his chest to rise and fall beneath him, the strong arms holding him close, everything about it makes the stress of the week melt away.

"Hm...I don't suppose you know about subspace, do you? It's a sort of natural high a sub can get where the body floods with endorphins. It's different for everyone, but generally pain tolerance goes up and everything gets a little hazy. I tend to have problems speaking when it hits."

"I've heard of the concept, but that's about it." His hands are gentle, soothing up and down Loki's torso, not touching where he needs, but touching in nice long strokes. Chest, ribs, waist, hips, thighs, back up again.

"What do I do when you're there?"

If it were physically possible, Loki would be purring. The soothing strokes up and down his body relaxing him more and more with each pass. He isn't as hard anymore thanks to his dropping heart rate, but the bliss is more than enough to make up for it.

"Just stay with me, watch for...it's hard to describe since I've never seen myself in that state, but I guess make sure I don't hurt myself? It's hard to tell my physical limits when I'm like that. Being bundled up helps when I start to come out of it."

"And coming out of it, that's about the time a dom take care, right, like--food, water, praise, some balm?" He presses a series of kisses along one of Loki's shoulders. "Sorry this evening is turning into a series of lessons."

"Yes, but that generally happens after a scene whether sub space happens or not."

Loki turns slightly to place a gentle kiss on the side of Mobius' head. "Don't worry about it, darling. It means a lot to me that you want to learn about this. I'm rather enjoying myself."

"I'll figure it out along the way. Is that something I'll need to do tonight? What with giving orders and you being my very good boy?"

Loki shivers at the praise. "I don't think so, but you seem to have a knack for getting unexpected responses from me."

"Mmm. We'll see where the night goes, then." His hands settle along Loki's sides, paired with some kisses to his neck.

"Anywhere besides your lovely dick that's just for me and me alone that you want touched?"

"It feels like my shoulders are more knot than muscle at this point. Neck as well." Mobius did say something earlier about a massage, and Loki has spent most of the week hunched over his computer and paper files for the case.

"Then I won't have you just hunch over like a gargoyle. Go kneel at the other end of the tub. Put your arms up along the edge and rest your head. And relax."

B's only given him a few pointers before, but it's enough to work with. When Loki's in place, Mobius sidles up behind him and brushes his hair out of the way. Cups some water in his hands to pour over neck and shoulders a few times. And then his fingers get to work, starting with long strokes up and down, from shoulder to neck and back again. And then presses into the meat of his shoulders, fingertips first, rubbing in mild circles, and then his thumbs in even tighter ones.

Loki does as he's told without protest, doing his best as he kneels to keep as much of his body under the warm water as possible. The first touch of fingers to his spine makes him shiver, then hum as the pressure increases.

He lets out a hiss as Mobius really digs into his shoulders, the deeps knot there refusing to untangle even as the muscle around them relaxes.

"That would be hauling around the boxes of files."

"I'll do what I can, but you might want to make an appointment. These hands were made for hair, after all." But he'll push and press and dig, and soothe and stroke and caress, all along his shoulders, and up into his neck.

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