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Mobius’ head lolls back as Loki moves over him, alternating his body with soft kisses and harsh bites which are immediately soothed by the insistent laving of a tongue in faux apology. His head feels like it’s in a haze as he watches Loki, winding his fingers through that jet black hair, and not for the first time he wonders if the god still has a bit of his magic, if he’s managed to bend Mobius to his will. An insistant suck at his hip bone brings Mobius fully to the present with the realisation that no, this is not magic, he's done this to himself. He’s allowed Loki in, and the god has taken that and ran with it, and Mobius can’t even bring himself to care anymore.
‘Still with me agent Mobius?’
Mobius tears his eyes from the ceiling and straight into those emerald green ones, gazing sharply at him from a face that hovers just inches above his cock which feels like it’s been hard for hours. In reality it had only been around 10 minutes. The day before he had snapped under the mounting pressure of Loki’s constant flirting and dragged him to his room, where he’d received the best (and only) blow job he’d ever had. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Loki’s mouth all day, with the culprit clearly more than aware. The end of the work day came and he stood up, already feeling a twinge of excitement pool in his stomach, motioning to Loki to follow him. As soon as his room door closed Loki was upon him, divesting him of his suit, and now both lay naked on Mobius’ bed, the agent prone and panting under the god.
‘Always, your highness’
Loki seems pleased with that, and lays his hands on Mobius’ inner thighs, gently parting them.
‘Good, you see I’ve been looking forward to taking you all day'
The next few hours are a whirl of sweet aching and pressure, power and momentum, and moments so soft and sweet Mobius isn’t sure how he didn’t cry. His legs are aching from being wrapped around Loki as the god thrust inside him, his arms are sore from holding onto the headboard as he rode Loki, and now sweat drips down his back as he positions himself on his hands and knees as a clever tongue licks inside him, Loki finding and tasting his own release there.
Mobius is exhausted, exhilarated, half deranged and totally blissful as he turns to lie on his back.
‘Well if you gotta have a first time, it’s not half bad having it with a god’
At this Loki pauses, stilling his hands where they were running through Mobius’ grey chest hair.
‘This was your first time?’
A few different emotions flutter over Loki’s face as he speaks, before he quickly shuts them down and returns to his usual mask of imperious righteousness. Mobius will think on this later when he wakes up alone. As he drifts into sleep, he feels the duvet cover being spread over him.