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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 The link she sent him takes him to a rather outdated looking webpage for the "TVA Salon and Spa", an older establishment that apparently started in the 50's as a barber shop, but recent made the jump to full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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"Are you sure about that?" He reaches for the paddle he'd set aside. "Because here I thought you were a little slut." And thwack with that word embossed on the material. "Might have to say it again so I believe you."

Loki cries out, squirming more as if that will alleviate the stinging. As if he wants to.

"I'm your little slut!"

He can tell from the bite that it's one of the embossed leather paddles, but he can't quite tell which one. Though he can make a guess based on Mobius' language.

"One more time." Another smack. Starting to admire the tint of those asscheeks. "Say that you're mine one more time."

"I'm yours!" Another smack. "I b-belong to you! I'm your little slut, your whore, fuck, Mobius I want your cock so bad!"

He feels like he's teetering on the edge, that dizzy, familiar blanket ready to over take his mind. Just a little push...

That seems like enough. Seems like right around enough. He takes a moment to breathe, keeping his hand in Loki's hair, keeping him right here. "Light?"

Loki swallows, taking a second to collect his thoughts enough to answer. He feels amazing, he doesn't want to worry Mobius, but the words sit heavy in his mouth and he finds he has to practically push them out.

"G-green. 'm green."

"Okay." But he still thinks that's enough of that. Sets the paddle aside and massages that poor red backside, then further up. Slides up Loki's back, only to drag his nails down the skin. "Making sure you're still with me. We're gonna stay like this a little while longer before I undo the cuffs."

Loki nods, humming with pleasure as the nails slide down his back.

"'s good." Eyes closed, he simply basks in the feeling of Mobius' hands on him. His ass cheeks sting, a feeling intensified whenever they're touched, but it's a good sting, a tingle of warmth that spreads through the rest of him.

Mobius indulges himself, which in turn indulges Loki, thankfully. The touches, the hint of pain in all the pleasure. Doesn't yank on Loki's hair, just pets. Touch and scratch and feel where the skin stings red, caressing his boyfriend.

At last, he makes his way to the cuffs and loosens them. "Get up. You can take your time. And then I want you to kiss me."

The steady rhythms of touch, scratch, push, pet- it's like being hypnotized. Or at least what Loki assumes hypnotism feels like. He feels like he could lay here forever, lost in the gentle sensation of the man he trusts implicitly.

His body rises slowly, turning in the seat to latch onto Mobius (partially for balance, mostly for contact.) His ass burns where it touches the padded bench, but he doesn't even care. His lips find Mobius' for a deep, lazy kiss. It isn't the most coordinated thing, but to Loki it feels amazing.

Mobius hums pleasantly into the kiss, languid, liquid. He holds onto Loki for touch, and to make sure he doesn't punch-drunk slide right to the floor.

"Like a pussycat in a sunbeam," he murmurs, pressed against his boyfriend as close as he can.

Loki snickers a little, holding on as tightly as he can (which isn't actually that tight right now.)

"Cute sunbeam." He leans in for a quick peck to the tip of Mobius' nose.

"Mmmm? A pretty kitty and his warm sunbeam, is that what we are?" It's okay, Mobius' hold is much more firm. He nuzzles gently against Loki's jaw. "So, you can call yourself whatever names you'd like, but I won't be doing it. I know it's just for fun and play, but you're not my little slut. You're my beautiful boyfriend. Who really likes sex. Who I love."

He pulls back for a moment. "That okay?"

Loki nods, doing his best to not let him pull back too far.

"Thank you for trying. Means a lot." Feeling a little bit more steady now, he runs his hands down Mobius' back to grip his ass. "Still wanna fuck?"

He makes a noise like he actually has to think that one over, except he doesn't, he just needs to snake a hand between their bodies and get both of them in hand. "That answer your question?"

Loki groans, the attention to his half-hard dick, feeling it pressed against Mobius' erection, sends hot sparks through his body. It's just on the right side of 'too much'

"Does. Here or bed?"

"Bed. I'm gonna get you nice and ready, and you're gonna ride me." That, apparently, is an order. He strokes them both slowly. "I'll give you the option of whether you want me to come on you or in you."

Loki nibbles lightly at Mobius' neck as he strokes them.

"Mmm, decisions are hard," he pouts. "Both sound too good."

"In you it is. Nice and deep. I love the feeling of being inside you. You're so good to me. You'll be begging for me soon."

Loki shivers, doubling his efforts to mark up Mobius' neck.

"Love feeling you inside me, can't wait for it again."

"Fuck, it's like you want to show the world I'm yours, too." Which he does not mind at all. So it's with reluctance that he moves away, gives Loki a tug to come follow. "Get that tender ass to bed. Lube in the closet, too?"

At the tug he clambers the rest of the way off the spanking bench, holding onto Mobius for a second to make sure he has his balance. As soon as he's got it, he practically prances over to the bed. Mobius didn't tell him how to lay, so he settles on his side to better watch his boyfriend walk around naked.

"Drawers on the right, second from the top." There are all kinds of lube in various flavors and ingredients.

He grins at how cute Loki is. Even if this were just a casual encounter, he'd still be charmed. "Feel like I should put on a show. I'm not much of a dancer, though. Well, not anymore."

The drawer is fit to burst with lubes. He digs out a plain one, and a brand he recognizes. "You live a life of excess, my friend." Good to be prepared, though. Thoughtful to have so much option. At the bed, he marvels at Loki and simply has to keep touching, running a hand up along his side, cupping his face. "I'm glad to be part of it."

Loki watches him move with heavy-lidded eyes, filing away that little comment about dancing for later. "Looks perfect to me."

He shivers at the touch, turning his head to press a gentle kiss Mobius' palm. "'m glad too."

He gives Loki's cheek a caress and then finally joins him on the bed. "Lay back for me and get your knees up." As he dispenses some lube on fingers, rubs the slickness between them. But he doesn't go right for it right away. He leans in, over Loki on one hand, and starts to leave a trail of kisses, down, down, down along his body. Down, too, along his cock, daintily.

It's only when he takes Loki into his mouth properly that his fingers caress and tease, and ease in slowly.

Salon buddies for @favoriteanalyst

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