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“Easy,” Mobius hushed, licking kisses up Loki’s flushed cheek to land at his ear, pressing a kiss between messy locks of hair as Loki ground his hips over Mobius’ thigh.
Mobius rolled into it with him.
The hot press of Loki's arousal was almost enough for Mobius to say fuck it and flip them over, push Loki down flat and fuck him until they were both spent and worn out of breath…but Loki smelled sweet, and the space between their bodies was warm, and the sun blinking through the window sparkled where his fingers tangled into Loki's hair.
And it was slow and indulgent—moments together they didn’t get very often.