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Mobius walked into the cafeteria, hoping to grab a bite before his next assignment, and found the cafeteria far busier than he was used to.
“Hey, Agent Mobius!” Casey called out in high spirits, walking up with a plastic cup in his hand.
“Hi there, Casey. What’s that you have there?”
“I think it’s a frozen soda!” He took a sip, the clear straw showing the drink as it rose toward his mouth.
Mobius took a better look at it and stopped dead in his tracks. The cup held icy slush, in a very familiar pale blue-white shade. It can’t be.
“Is that what I think it is?” Mobius was doubtful, but his gut writhed with a mix of horror and jealousy.
“Yeah! That variant Loki is handing them out!”
Mobius’ heart clenched. “Is he now?” The memory of icy sweetness pricked at his tongue, and his mouth began to water against his better judgement.
“It’s pretty good, I think he called it ‘slushie’? He said they’re popular on Earth. You should try one!”
Mobius hurried across the room, stepping around the unexpected crowd of people. A few groups of workers stood around laughing and chatting, each holding a colorful plastic cup with a straw just like Casey’s. He didn’t see Loki until he came across a queue of people that ended near the vending machines, waiting their turn for a slushie. Immediately catching his eye, Loki fixed Mobius with a dazzling smile, throwing his arms wide in greeting.
“Mobius! So good to see you. Have you come to try some too?”
Mobius raised an eyebrow. “What do you think you're doing?”
“Can’t you see? This place could use a bit of excitement!” Loki gave him a conspiratorial grin. “Turns out it’s not just you that appreciates a good frozen soda.”
“You know I—” Mobius cut himself off, his face flushing red at the near-admission. He stepped closer to Loki, lowering his voice. “What’s wrong with you, feeding that to people?”
Loki tilted his head in a way he probably assumed made him look innocent, but Mobius didn’t believe it for a second. “Funny, you seemed to like it before.”
“Well, yes, but…” Mobius went redder still at the memory of just how much he’d enjoyed it. “Loki, what are you doing? Are you serious right now?”
“Perfectly. I thought the office could use a little pick-me-up, and this seemed like just the thing to get the creative juices flowing.” Loki winked. The absolute minx.
Mobius just gaped at him, face burning with combined horror and sexual frustration.
There was another pair of footsteps behind him, and a familiar authoritative voice. “Are you alright, Mobius? You look warm. Maybe you should try some of this. It’s actually not bad.”
Mobius’ heart sank, and he felt oddly queasy. Renslayer. He’d given it to Renslayer.
“I cannot believe you,” Mobius growled at Loki under his breath. He turned to Ravonna, plucking at the front of his shirt to fan himself. “Thanks. I—I’ll be alright, I think I just overdid it a bit in the training rooms earlier.”
Ravonna frowned. “We talked about this last week, Mobius. You really should set a more regular workout schedule. It’s no good if you can’t keep up on missions.”
Loki’s grin widened at the opportunity. “Yeah, Mobius. You should work on your stamina.”
Mobius shot Loki a dark look, then sighed. “You’re right, Ravonna. I think I’m going to go lie down.”
She nodded. “Take the afternoon off to rest. And Mobius?” Mobius turned back to look at her, and saw Loki trying to slink away towards the line of people. “Take your variant with you.”
Mobius sighed. “C’mon, Loki.” He caught Loki’s wrist and herded him towards the exit.
They made it as far as the door when he heard a slight commotion and Casey’s cry of dismay. “Oh man, the slushie machine broke down again. Does anybody know how to fix it?”
Mobius’ eyes snapped to Loki’s face, but Loki was already looking away, a wicked grin and a slight blush betraying his look of otherwise perfect innocence.
“You little—”
Loki shivered at his tone, the blush rising higher in his cheeks. He knew he was in trouble, and he nearly stumbled as a wave of anticipation washed over him. He then staggered for real as Mobius tugged him around a corner into a quiet hallway and shoved him up against the wall, twisting his arm up behind his back to pin him in place. Mobius leaned in, whispering into his ear.
“You really thought you had me back there, didn’t you.” Wait, what? Loki’s brow scrunched in momentary confusion.
Mobius pushed him a bit more forcefully, until he was flush against the wall. “Didn’t you?”
Loki nodded.
“Did you think I didn’t remember we used to have a slushie machine?”
Loki swallowed audibly. “It was a possibility.”
“It’s been a while, but I didn’t forget. You fixed it? Without magic?”
“I did. Found the manual in the archives,” Loki stated, shrugging. “Midgardian technology isn’t that complicated.”
Mobius felt a pang of adoration for his clever, talented variant. He relaxed his grip slightly. “It’s been broken for ages. That was very kind of you.”
Loki smiled at the compliment, his spine straightening a bit. “Really?”
“Yep. However...” Mobius smirked, lowering his voice to a whisper and leaning in so close that his moustache tickled the shell of Loki’s ear. “I’ll have you know, I only drink right from the source.” Loki gasped, his hips stuttering forward.
With that, Loki heard the low hum of a Time Door opening, and he was pulled through, struggling to stay upright as the linoleum of the hallway gave way to slippery sand.
Mobius pulled Loki through the door, one he’d been saving for a while after doing some research of his own. An empty beach stretched out on either side of them, waves lapping at the shore under a brilliant red and orange sunset. Still more stunning was the blush and the astonished look on Loki’s face as Mobius reached up to kiss him. Their lips met with surprising force, startling a laugh out of Loki as he matched Mobius’ enthusiasm.
“Couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?”
Mobius tangled his fingers in Loki’s hair. “You’re awfully mouthy for someone awaiting punishment.”
Loki’s breath hitched at the gentle tug, and his grin widened. “Is this supposed to be punishment? It seems to me more like a reward.”
Mobius chuckled. “Who’s to say it can’t be both? Come on.”
His hand trailed down from Loki’s hair to the small of his back, maintaining contact as he guided him over the sand. In the shade of a stand of palm trees, he’d stashed a crate just out of view behind some rocks. Mobius lifted the lid of the crate with one hand, pulling out a large blanket and handing it to Loki.
“Be a good boy and spread that out for me. Wouldn’t want to force a prince to be uncomfortable,” Mobius teased, letting him go with a proprietary pat on the butt.
Loki shivered at the implication and did as he was asked, shaking the folds of the blanket out and covering a shady stretch of sand. Mobius followed him immediately after, holding an oddly lumpy bag.
“What’s all that?” Loki eyed the bag suspiciously as Mobius steered him onto the blanket.
“Oh, just some supplies. Don’t worry about it.” Mobius grinned, not at all convincingly. “Lie down, Loki, and take off your clothes.”
Loki grinned, gesturing as a ripple of green energy divested him of his clothes from head to toe. His grin faltered slightly as Mobius deftly stepped away just out of hand’s reach, avoiding Loki’s attempt to do the same to him. “Nope, not yet. Now lie down.”
Loki pouted but did as he was told, Mobius’ gentle commands sending a thrill through his body rather than the expected irritation that came with being ordered around. He stretched out on the surprisingly plush blanket, draping himself in an elegant reclining position, catching Mobius’ appreciative look.
“Here, how about a compromise?” Mobius shrugged off his jacket, setting it down on the blanket. Loki snatched it up and stuffed it under his head for a pillow. Mobius chuckled, shaking his head. Mischievous brat.
“Now,” Mobius turned his full attention on Loki, who went still under his gaze. “Will you show yourself to me, sweetheart?”
Loki nodded, letting his magic wash over him again, creamy pale skin blooming all over to a regal blue. He stretched luxuriantly as his limbs lengthened, adding a bit of height to his already tall frame.
“You’re stunning,” Mobius murmured, before lowering himself to his knees. Loki flushed with pleasure, the blush deepening the color of his face and chest to a deeper blue, sharpening the contrast with the pale sketched pattern of lines. Mobius laid a warm palm over Loki’s thigh, gently stroking the cool skin with the very tips of his fingers, just this side of ticklish. “How very lovely you are.”
Loki squirmed as the touch continued, relaxing him and stirring him up at the same time, and he felt Mobius’ eyes watching him as his cock swelled, standing up proudly from his narrow hips. Mobius leaned over to kiss him softly, and his eyes fluttered closed, his attention wholly on the sensation of warm, soft lips, the subtle scratch of facial hair against his upper lip.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Mobius took the opportunity to draw a slender toy and a bottle of lubricant from the bag, slicking his fingers and nudging Loki’s legs apart. “Is this okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” Loki spread his thighs wide and leaned up, chasing Mobius’ lips for another kiss with a soft whine. Mobius humored him with a firm kiss that left him breathless before pulling back, gazing down on him hungrily as his slick fingers circled Loki’s entrance.
“Still not seeing how this”—Loki gasped as a warm, slick finger breached him—“is supposed to be a punishment.”
“Just you wait,” Mobius murmured, backing away down the blanket. He thrust his finger in and out gently, easing Loki into the sensation until he saw him relax more fully, the position of his hips and belly loosening. “Perfect.” He withdrew his finger, feeling around at his side for the toy he’d picked out for this eventuality, a smooth silicone implement with a curved tip that would keep his hand from getting too cold while he took care of Loki.
Loki soon felt the cool pressure of the toy against his entrance, and willed himself to stay relaxed. He sighed as it entered him with a slick slide, and his breath hitched as Mobius began to apply more pressure with shallow thrusts of his hand. He knew he’d struck the right place when Loki arched back with a startled gasp.
“Does it feel good, honey?”
Loki looked down at him, red eyes bright and wild with lust. Taking that look as a response, Mobius stroked over that spot again, adding pressure with a minute change of angle and Loki groaned dramatically, his eyes falling shut as he lay back against the blanket, spreading his thighs as much as they would allow to give Mobius more access.
“Keep going.”
Mobius chuckled at Loki’s response, settling in as he kept going, the steady slide of the toy in his hand making slick sounds that made Mobius’ own cock begin to stir with interest. Loki writhed on the blanket, lifting his hips to capture the perfect angle. He’s so beautiful like this, all spread out just for me.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, how do you want it?”
“Your mouth,” Loki answered quickly; he couldn’t wait to feel the intense heat and delicious slick slide of Mobius’ tongue. The anticipation sent a shiver down his spine, his cock aching to be touched.
“Hm. I don’t know, not after that stunt you pulled earlier.”
“You want me to beg?” Loki huffed, indignant. In all honesty he wasn’t too far off from it, but he wasn’t about to let Mobius know that.
Taking his hand off Loki momentarily, he adjusted himself where his slacks were beginning to become uncomfortable, and began digging though the bag at his side.
“No, I have a different idea.”
Mobius stroked his fingers over Loki’s thighs, teasing the delicate skin with fluttering touches that made his legs twitch.
“Mobius…” Loki whined. Please was on the tip of his tongue, but Mobius took pity on him with a smirk and gripped the toy again, thrusting it into him and angling it just so.
Loki’s breathing picked up as the tension of the pleasure slowly, steadily built. He heard quiet rustling and clinking—was that glass?—from beside him, but Mobius turned his wrist to apply more pressure and all thoughts beyond the exquisite sensation faded from his mind. His muscles clenched and twitched, his back arching and his chest heaving beautifully as Mobius watched his control unravel. Just a little more and he was coming with a strangled cry, his cock untouched.
Loki felt himself spend—more than he could ever remember—and briefly felt something cool and hard touch his belly. After a handful of minutes later, dazed and with his limbs still trembling with the force of his orgasm, he opened his eyes. Mobius smiled kindly at him, taking a sip from a fancy drink, and Loki smiled back in a relaxed haze.
“Some punishment,” he managed to say.
“Oh, if you’re ready so soon, your majesty.” Mobius quirked an eyebrow, then slid the toy back into him. Loki squirmed, still a bit sensitive but eager for more. Mobius moved very slowly, but gradually resumed the motion of his hand, sliding in and out of Loki with precise motions that stroked his prostate with every thrust. He was sensitive, but not overly so, and after a few minutes Loki felt the building pressure, a tingling in his thighs that built to a pervasive hum just beneath his skin.
He looked up at Mobius, sitting perfectly relaxed in his shirtsleeves, a gentle smile on his face as he took sips of his drink. Something about it was oddly familiar, but through the haze in his mind he couldn’t quite place it. Mobius noticed him staring, and his lips quirked up into a smirk. Mobius took a long sip, practically eye-fucking him as Loki watched the movement of his throat as he swallowed, as his pink tongue pressed to taste the edge of the salt-rimmed glass. Loki licked his own lips, suddenly parched, his throat going dry as he started to realize—Mobius is drinking m—and he groaned, suddenly overwhelmed. Before the thought quite finished forming, Loki’s breath was forced out of him by yet another orgasm, the climax washing over him like a riptide, overpowering and impossible to resist. His fingers curled into the blanket, his body quivering as electric euphoria skittered through him.
As he came back to his senses, he felt that cool, smooth touch against his belly. Blinking through tears, he caught a glimpse of Mobius pulling back, fancy glass in his hand.
Wait.
“Where—” Loki murmured, gesturing weakly at the glass.
“Oh, this?” Mobius smirked, swirling the blue, icy drink with a flick of his wrist, nearly dislodging its tiny paper umbrella. “Right from the source.” He took a sip, pale blue slush clinging to his moustache until he licked it away, his eyes carefully trained on Loki’s face to watch his reaction. Loki swallowed, and suddenly it hit him.
The rime sparkling on Mobius’ moustache, the half-melted slush. The intensely jealous look on Mobius’ face in the cafeteria.
Loki burst into laughter at the idea of Mobius drinking his come from a glass like some kind of fancy cocktail—he laughed even as he got a little lightheaded, and the laugh descended into a moan as Mobius began thrusting the toy into him for a third time.
“Can you come for me one more time?”
“Fuck, Mobius—”
“This should be nothing for you, right, your highness?” Mobius took another sip, the glint in his eye a direct challenge to Loki’s ego.
Oh, that’s hot.
Loki blinked back icy tears, gripped by a sudden surge of affection for this ridiculous, ridiculously sexy Midgardian. Mobius paused, his hand going still, and Loki nodded his head. “Of course.”
“Perfect. I knew you could.” Mobius smiled like a ray of sunlight, the warmth of his belief piercing Loki’s heart. “You’re so good for me.” Loki’s breath hitched and he could feel the familiar tingle in his hips that ramped up to a nearly overwhelming intensity that spread as far as his fingers and toes. Mobius gave Loki an encouraging smile and continued his rapid-fire pace of shallow thrusts against his prostate.
“Mobius...” Loki moaned his name, his voice weak with exhaustion as he came dry, shaking until his body went limp and his cock gave a weary twitch against his thigh.
Mobius drained the last of his drink, savoring the last of the cool sweet-salt tang, and set the glass aside. Pulling Loki’s limp, kitten-weak body into his arms, Mobius held him close, stroking gentle fingers through his hair. “You did beautifully.”
Loki’s chest heaved with the overwhelming warmth, breathing hard as his body tingled all over. Drawing his focus for just a moment, he let his skin fade to his more familiar aesir form and sighed at the relief from the heat.
Mobius held him for several minutes, petting his hair and offering sips of cool water from a bottle he’d stashed in his bag of tricks. “Alright, sweetheart?” Loki nodded, his eyes closed, satisfaction permeating every fiber of his body. “That was your punishment, by the way.”
“I’ll never do it again,” Loki murmured, slowly regaining his wits. “Or I’ll definitely do it again. One of those.”
Mobius kissed him softly, warm lips meeting cool in perfect balance. Loki smiled into the kiss, and flicking his tongue against Mobius’ lips, he smirked.
In an instant, Mobius found himself flat on his back, looking up wide-eyed. Loki held himself up over him, determined in spite of the way his arms shook with the strain. “My turn.”
Loki kissed him firmly, licking into his mouth and tasting the cool remnants of sweetness clinging to his tongue. He pulled back, breathing hard. “It’s hardly fair that only you should get a taste.”
Loki sat back on his heels, tossing back his dark hair as his fingers splayed over Mobius’ waist, delighting in the feeling of soft flesh yielding beneath his hands. He plucked at Mobius’ belt, unfastening it with a clink and making short work of his fly. Mobius sighed with relief as Loki pulled out his cock, exposing the flushed length to the evening air. Loki gave him a defiant look, eyes blazing with determination and ducked down, swallowing Mobius’ cock down to the root in one smooth motion.
“L—ah!” Mobius gasped as he was enveloped in the wet heat of Loki’s mouth, Loki’s talented tongue sliding along the underside, leading the way until Mobius felt himself bump against his throat. Mobius reeled at the frenzy of motion, Loki’s tongue writhing against him, gentle suction and slick heat as Loki bobbed over him with little choked-off groans. Mobius threaded his fingers into Loki’s hair, desperately grasping for some anchor in the hurricane force of Loki’s enthusiasm. Loki’s fingers gripped his hips, holding him still as the tingling heat that had been slowly building in his hips finally boiled over.
“I’m—” Mobius had very little warning before he was arching back, coming hard with a low groan. His cock pulsed, spending into Loki’s eager mouth, and Loki swallowed it all down, licking him clean and pulling back with a lewd slurp. Loki licked his lips with a satisfied grin as Mobius gazed up at him through the fog of his own afterglow.
Loki reached for him again, trailing his fingertips against Mobius’ spent cock. Mobius grimaced, extremely sensitive to touch so soon after coming, and batted his hand away.
“Loki, I can’t…”
Loki pulled his hand back, giving him a thoughtful look that broke into a smirk.
“We should work on your stamina.”
Mobus huffed a laugh, still recovering his breath. “Hah, very funny.”
“I’m serious!” Loki took Mobius’ hand, squeezing it gently. “Once you’ve rested, I’m sure I can think of ways to help.”
“You’re a menace, you know that.”
Loki smirked, and pressed a kiss to Mobius’ wrist. “You know you love it.”
Mobius smiled, watching as the last rays of sunlight haloed Loki in radiant fire.
“I do.”