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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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

And maybe it won't last. This has all felt so whirlwind and rushed, and yet, it's also felt right. And it's been a long time since he's felt like he could tell someone he loves them and it not be a lie, romantically. Maybe it'll end, maybe it'll be a disaster, but it won't change how he feels here and now. In his boyfriend's home, warm and casual and relaxed in a large bathtub, talking about sex but also comfort levels and communication.

If there wasn't any love, they wouldn't be boyfriends.

"If I get you off here in the tub, do you think you'll still be up for fun after?"

The voices in his head fall silent as he focuses on Mobius' question. Loki nods.

"Yes, I'll be up for whatever you give me." He sounds very sure, trusting that whatever it is, Mobius won't take it too far.

"Good. Because I want to touch you. I think that'll help you plenty to relax, too." His hands wander further down, to Loki's hips, not quite touching where he needs. Loosely. Because: "Turn around and face me. I want to kiss you, and I want you to be touching me, too."

"Yes, si-Mobius." Loki catches himself, the gentle commands having him respond on impulse. He turns around gently so as not to splash water onto the floor. His erection has flagged somewhat as he was soothed by the warm water and careful touches, but that shouldn't be a problem for long if the heat in his core is anything to go by.

"Where should I touch you?"

He lets Loki move, but doesn't keep far from him. Crowds into his space when he's resettled, hands rushing down between them. Gets close enough to kiss and doesn't. "Dealer's choice," he says, first. Then hums and rethinks it. "Anywhere you'd like," carefully, "except for here." A hand teases at Loki's soon to be not so flagging hardness. "The idea is for me to get you off, not the other way around. When I have you tonight," taking a firmer grasp and a long, languid stroke, "I want to be ready and aching for it so bad I can't possibly wait any longer.

Instructions given, he wraps his arms around his waist, allowing his fingers and nails to trail lightly up and down the wide expanse of his boyfriend's back. He gives a little gasp as Mobius starts teasing his quickly hardening dick, hip stuttering up in an aborted attempt to grind against his hand.

He feels that, all of that, and he dips into Loki's mouth at the gasp. Kissing him thoroughly, biting his lip on pulling back.

"You may," he says, because it all feels like a question. "You can scratch me, and you can move." If Loki wants to rut against him, he should feel free. It will not stop him from jerking him slow and steady, at least for now, his other hand firm along a thigh.

"Thank you," Loki breaths as his hips jerk up, grinding against Mobius in earnest. His nails dig into his back, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to sting. The scratches trail down until he gets to Mobius' hip, letting go only to grab his boyfriend's ass roughly.

"You feel so good, shit, please don't stop."

He hisses lightly at the scratching, bites at Loki's shoulder. Not sure if he should go for the neck. Elsewhere, though. Elsewhere is definitely fine if he leaves marks. "Wasn't planning on it," murmured into skin. If Loki's going to be needy and impatient, well, they've got the whole rest of the night to work him back up again. Mobius sees no issue with going a little bit faster.

Loki's moan reverberates off the bathroom walls as Mobius bites his neck. He isn't so much groping his ass as he is holding on when the hand on his now throbbing erection picks up speed.

"C-close, Mobius, fuck!" Pressure builds in his core as he feels his orgasm begin to mount.

"Mm, no, the fucking comes later." He teases, slowing down to an agonizing pace, picking up speed again. The other hand slips lower, balls firm in hand. Kissing him again, hard, fast, eating up every noise.

"You come now."

And there are a lot of noises to devour, especially as the command tips him over the edge. Every muscle tenses as he comes, strangled moan muffled by Mobius' lips as Loki thrusts erratically into his hand, seed spilling into the water between them.

A delicious haze falls over him as the last drops are spent and his muscles finally relax. He drops his head forward onto Mobius' shoulder, panting slightly.

"Thank y-you, s-Mobius."

They're wonderful sounds, even if muffled. Almost as wonderful as the sight of Loki spent and dazed. Mobius rubs at his back lightly. "Might let you say it in the future. But you're doing a good job of not saying it tonight. Good at following my instructions. And you're gonna keep being good for me, aren't you?"

Loki nods against Mobius' shoulder, the euphoria still coursing through his veins making him feel loose and heavy.

"Yes, I promise I'll be good. Be whatever you want."

He presses a kiss to Loki's temple, holding him loosely, but holding him all the same. "We're gonna soak a bit longer. At least 'til you've got yourself together. Take as much time as you need."

Loki nods, shifting to hold Mobius to him in a more comfortable position (which mostly ended up with Mobius in his lap.) It isn't quite sub space, but the bliss of post-orgasm is probably as close as he can get without a lot more work on Mobius' part. Still, the fact that he already got that close is a pretty good sign for the rest of the evening.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Loki feels a bit more grounded. A thought strikes him and he can't quite manage to hold back a snicker.

"Can't believe we're just sitting here in what is essentially lavender sperm soup."

There are exactly zero problems with being in Loki's lap, frankly, so it's all comfortable.

The comment, however, gets a laugh in return. And a pinch to the side. "Big as this tub is, as much water as is in here, if you came enough to make it a sperm soup, I'll be thoroughly impressed and suitably intimidated. But if you're done marinating, we can get you dried off and mosey on over to your fun room..."

Loki flinches away from the pinch, huffing another laugh himself as he uses his toes to pull the plug om the opposite side of the tub. He places a quick, if sloppy, kiss to Mobius' cheek.

"'Mosey.' Such a fun word."

"Call me old fashioned that way. We could meander," he adds, not doing very much to move at this very moment, "or maybe saunter. Sidle, slink, or if we want to go faster about it, we could make our way posthaste."

At last, he slides himself from Loki and makes to get out, offering a hand to help Loki--not that he needs it.

He doesn't need it, but he still takes it, carefully steps out of the tub and onto the soft bath mat. He stretches, not unlike a cat just woken from a midday nap, before grabbing one of the plush towels hanging nearby.

"For you," he says, holding it out to Mobius.

"You're too kind."

But Mobius is Mobius, a soft dom, maybe a service top, do the words really matter in the end? Therefore he doesn't towel himself off, but rather starts on Loki first. Patting and rubbing up and down all over, taking in the clinging scent of lavender.

And then a kiss to the forehead. "Are you feeling more relaxed now?"

Loki moves silently to allow Mobius to do his task easier. Despite the warm, humid air of the bathroom, goosebumps breakout where ever he touches. He still feels somewhat floaty after orgasm, so he simply closes his eyes and leans into the feeling of being cared for.

He nods at the question. "Much more relaxed. Between the bath, the massage, and the orgasm, it's almost like this week never happened."

"Best news I've heard all day." Mobius grins and does a much quicker and half-cocked job drying himself, clearly less important to him. "You sure you're up for more? Double checking. We can just go to bed and frolic between the sheets if you want."

Again, Loki nods. He pulls himself closer to press against Mobius' side and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm green. Good to go if you still are."

"Okay. Good. To your swanky sex dungeon that's not a dungeon it is." He'll lead the way, even. "It definitely doesn't have to be below ground to be a dungeon, by the way."

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