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He shouldn’t be doing this. Mobius knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t say no to this.

He didn’t want to say no to this.

‘This’ was Loki’s mouth on his, hot and hungry; Loki’s body moving against him, lithe and powerful; Loki’s hands skimming warm and firm up his back under his suit jacket.

Mobius couldn’t quite breathe properly, panting out half-gasped moans against the lips he’d imagined feeling like this so many times before… too many times before; and maybe if he hadn’t let his imagination and fantasies run wild so often, he would have been stronger about it now.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Loki murmured, smiling against Mobius’s mouth and nipping breathlessly at his tingling bottom lip.

“Me too,” Mobius admitted, feeling himself flush. Loki’s smile only widened, and he hummed, a distinctly pleased tone that sent yet another ripple of heat straight to Mobius’s groin.

“May I?” Loki was asking— and he was trailing one hand downwards, fingers teasing along the line of Mobius’s belt.

Mobius’s breath caught in an embarrassing little whimper, but he nodded anyway, a little distracted from wondering… Should he tell Loki he didn’t have any idea what he was doing; not really? Should he keep quiet and hope maybe Loki just… somehow wouldn’t notice how woefully inexperienced he was beyond his own hands? Or—

Mobius’s nervous train of thought was interrupted by Loki’s fingers finding his stiffened cock through his suit pants with a little squeeze—

…And then Loki stopped, pulled back, and stared at Mobius with wide eyes and a slightly shocked look.

“Wh… what is it?” Mobius asked, face flaming, instantly certain he’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” Loki breathed, and to Mobius’s tentative relief, that slightly slack-jawed expression twisted up into a grin of delight instead. “My dear Mobius, you should definitely not be sorry about this.”

Those fingers were stroking now, tracing the outline of Mobius’s erection through his clothes, wrapping around him as much as possible with the rough fabric in the way.

“I- about… what?” Mobius managed, thoroughly confused. It didn’t help that he was having trouble thinking straight with Loki touching him like that. Every stroke and press and coaxing squeeze made his cock twitch and strain for more, Loki’s evidently practiced touch sending electric jolts of heat and want and need sparking through his very core.

Loki blinked at him, expression shifting from the verge of laughter to eyebrows raised in surprise, as he clearly caught on that Mobius wasn’t joking. He didn’t have the foggiest idea what Loki was talking about.

“Mobius… are you telling me you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Mobius burst out.

“That you have a huge fucking cock,” Loki said bluntly, gripping him even tighter and pulling a choked gasp of pleasure from Mobius’s throat.

If he’d still had any say in the noises he was making, Mobius would have snorted a laugh at that. “What are you talking about? It’s just… Well, it’s normal, isn’t it?”

“Mobius, I’m quite certain I’d need my mouth and both hands if I wanted to get you off properly,” Loki said, and his voice could have been described as a growl if it weren’t for the distinct purring quality to it.

“Well… doesn’t everyone use, you know…” Mobius faltered, cheeks blazing as Loki waited for him to finish with an almost predatory look of expectation. “Two hands?” he finished lamely.

Loki was shaking his head before Mobius even finished, his other hand— fittingly— coming down to caress Mobius as well.

“Not typically, no,” Loki said, and Mobius’s knees went weak under him as Loki began working him with two hands. Through pants that had, admittedly, gotten way, way too tight. “Is that what you did, Mobius? Did you touch yourself, use both hands on this glorious beast you’ve been hiding, and think about me?”

“I— yes…” Mobius breathed; then amended, “or, well, no. I mean… not exactly?”

Head cocking to one side, Loki raised an eyebrow in question. “Not exactly?”

Flustered— not to mention extremely distracted by Loki undoing his belt and fly— Mobius swallowed hard, face flaming as he admitted, “Well… Sometimes hands just, you know, don’t… I do it to my pillow,” he blurted out with a wince.

But Loki didn’t laugh, or scoff, like Mobius had half expected. Instead, that delighted smile widened and— Mobius whimpered, hips swaying forward— Loki stopped just shy of actually getting Mobius free of his clothes, leaving him standing there with his pants open and cock straining utterly obscenely at his white briefs.

“Show me, Mobius,” Loki purred, licking his lips and blatantly raking his gaze up and down Mobius’s body. “Show me how you like to get off.”

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Mobius felt the heat blazing in face like a sun as he settled into place on the bed, naked, hard, and straddling his favourite pillow. The knowledge that Loki was watching him do it— the small noises of another presence; even the weight of Loki’s gaze on him— was a stark contrast to the familiarity of the position.

None of it made a difference to certain parts of him, though. The embarrassment and the audience did absolutely nothing to quell the erection raging between his spread thighs. If anything, Mobius realized— blushing harder still— it only turned him on even more. Especially when Loki made a pleased, wordless little hum of encouragement after Mobius paused hesitantly in place for a moment.

Drawing a shivering breath, closing his eyes to at least try and pretend he was alone and doing this as usual, Mobius slid his knees wider, canted his hips, and dragged his flushed cock lightly against the soft surface of the pillow. His hands curled into fists, his mouth falling open in a breathy sigh of pleasure at the familiar sensation. He’d already gotten himself lubed up in preparation, after hurriedly shucking off his underwear and climbing up into place… and his cock twitched eagerly, throbbing quietly with need and anticipation as he pressed his hips forward and down a little harder.

Habit took over almost before he really had time to think about it; vague thoughts of whether he should do … something different, try and give Loki some sort of a show, those disappeared as he settled into an easy rhythm to start. Fists planted to either side of the long pillow, knees wide and back arched, Mobius let his head fall back, panting softly as he rocked back and forth in place. He had to be careful not to get too much friction going, but he had the practice to get the pressure just right— until he had fucked a perfect divot into the pillow, the cover just slippery enough to rut into harder.

Next to him on the bed, Loki groaned, and Mobius finally opened his eyes again to look over.

What he saw nearly did him in on the spot. Loki had snagged the lube and was sprawled out, fingering himself while watching avidly with pure delight dancing in his eyes.

“You know,” Loki commented, catching Mobius watching him back, “I honestly can’t decide what I want more… Getting that beast inside me before you’re done, or simply watching you take yourself apart for me like this.”

The blush that had receded slightly flooded Mobius’s face all over again, his swollen cock jerking where it was half-buried into the pillow between his knees. Loki’s smile widened, pink tongue running over gleaming white teeth— and Mobius found himself waiting breathlessly, thighs quivering, for Loki to tell him what to do.

“I suspect you won’t last much longer now, hmm?” Loki said, tone musing but laced with something hot that made Mobius’s knees want to wobble.

Mobius shook his head, hips twitching helplessly to rut his aching cock briefly against the pillow again for a little relief. He was close already, precome mixing with the lube and adding a little extra slickness.

“On your back,” Loki said briskly after an agonizingly long few seconds more of deliberation. Cock bobbing futilely in the air, Mobius hurriedly did as bidden, rolling over and gripping the base of his shaft with a shaky groan.

Loki, of course, took his time— gracefully swinging a leg over to straddle Mobius’s thighs; lubing up Mobius’s cock again with a tormentingly light grip and grinning wickedly everytime it jerked and twitched in his hand— but finally, he was lifting himself up on his knees to let Mobius line up.

Tight, slicked heat opened up gradually over the tip of Mobius’s cock as Loki slowly eased himself down, inch by inch, head thrown back to bare the long lines of his neck and panting grunts spilling from his parted lips with every breath.

It was like nothing Mobius had ever felt before. It took everything he had not to go off then and there, before he was even half buried in Loki’s body… But he managed to keep control of himself, barely, gripping Loki’s hips for dear life and shaking on the bed with the effort of holding off.

“Go ahead,” Loki purred in his ear a heart-pounding moment later, and Mobius started fucking up into him almost before Loki had finished talking.

Mobius felt Loki brace on all fours on top of him, riding the motion of his every frantic, pumping thrust upwards as his body took over completely to chase that driving need for release. He heard the choked sounds bursting from his throat like they came from somewhere, someone else; heard the raw desperation in his own hoarse voice, barely recognizable through the strain of sheer need— Loki’s fingers were tangling, gripping tight in his hair and Loki’s voice was filling his ears, the words hot and syrupy sweet— and then he was coming, finally, cock throbbing almost painfully hard as he spilled out wave after wave of release into Loki’s unbelievably tight, gripping heat.

He’d never felt anything remotely this good, never come anywhere near that hard, that he could ever remember. And, Mobius was certain, not that he couldn’t remember, either. Nothing else in the multiverse could possibly match the sight and feel of Loki on top of him, hot and squeezing around him, while he shuddered helplessly on the bed and let Loki’s breathlessly crooning words of praise wash over him.

And then he just lay there, whimpering on every exhale, and watched Loki pumping his own cock hard and fast with a simmering expression of delight and desire. It was almost too much when Loki climaxed a moment or two later, tight heat clenching even tighter around Mobius’s spent, sensitive cock and long ribbons of come spurting up Mobius’s front.

He was just hard enough, still, not to slip out before Loki was done, but it was a near thing. A strangled moan rose to Mobius’s lips, his whole body shuddering with the sensation when it did finally, inevitably happen. Loki, settling onto Mobius’s hips more firmly, let out a deeply satisfied groan of a sigh, tongue running over his teeth as his mischievous gaze wandered over Mobius’s body.

Loki was, Mobius realized with a flaring jolt of pleasure and surprise and embarrassment all mixed together, actually enjoying the sight Mobius made like this: sweaty, panting— and coated from navel to nipples in glistening stripes and pools of Loki’s come.

Mobius groaned, his throat hoarse and raw, his face on fire, and watched Loki watch him right back. The demigod variant’s head tilted slightly to one side in thought, one hand idly toying with his cock between his spread-wide legs, and the crooked smirk on his lips deepened.

“Well,” Loki said, his voice a husky purr once again, “I daresay you and I stand to have a rather wonderful time exploring more ways to put this monster of yours to good use, hmm? What do you say, Mobius, darling?”

As he spoke, Loki’s hips shifted, canted; and the sticky-slippery warmth of his half hard cock teased over Mobius’s own between Loki’s open thighs.

Mobius trembled, a fresh, tingling thrill of renewed interest tightening his groin— and he nodded, biting his lip.

“Yeah, that sounds…” He cleared his throat, blushing again under Loki’s steady gaze. “That sounds great,” Mobius admitted, fully aware he should be doing no such thing.

But to hell with should, he thought, as Loki leaned down over top of him. That delicious, smiling mouth met his—

And that thought was the last coherent one Mobius had for a good, long while.

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