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The heat in the elevator is sweltering. Back-to-back meetings and the constant disciplinary lectures chipped away at both of their sanities. Around lunchtime, they shot a look at one another. In that look, Loki’s miniskirt became apparent, especially her long slender legs that she shaved the night before. Then there was her makeup. She took extra time with the black lipstick and curled her hair. From head to toe, she’s gorgeous. And Mobius wanted to take that precision she put into her look and just destroy it.
She took notice of him as well. She watches him like a hungry animal from across the elevator. She bites her lip, squirming in her heels.
“You look like you’re gonna combust, kitten,” Mobius quips.
Loki lunges forward and pulls Mobius into a sloppy kiss.
The elevator door opens and they stumble out. Their saucy dance takes them to Mobius’s door. He traps her against it.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Loki gasps between kisses. He grabs her ass through her miniskirt. “But do you truly wish to fuck me against the door?”
“I mean-“
“No. Keys. Inside.”
Mobius groans. He fishes his keycard out of his pocket and scans them in. The two tumble inside back to kissing like they’re drowning.
They kick off their shoes and drop their jackets to the floor. Mobius pushes Loki onto the couch and gets next to her. He pulls her closer. Loki pushes into Mobius. His body heats her up to impossible heights.
Mobius is hesitant to go underneath her clothes. She’s turning red and sweating heavily.
“Loki, are you okay?”
She grabs his hand and shoves it in her panties.
“Stop being such a gentleman and ravage me,” she growls.
“Fuck,” Mobius gasps. “You’re so hot.”
Loki takes two handfuls of Mobius’s button-up and rips it open. Buttons clank on the walls and floor. Loki rubs her hands up his chest, savoring the sweet tingles of chest hair poking her palms.
“You know how many shirts I go through cause of you?”
Loki ignores the question.
Mobius rubs his palm on her cunt, making her hips rock into the feeling.
“Kitten, I gotta strip you.”
Mobius takes his hand from her cunt. She grabs it and licks it clean.
“I don’t want you getting my clothes dirty,” she purrs.
“Thinking ahead. I like it.”
Mobius peels her from her outfit until there’s nothing left.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. I need to fuck your pretty pussy.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Maybe I want to be hurt. Maybe I want you to shove it in and fuck me like an animal.”
“Mmm, you know how much I love it when you’re desperate but we’ve been over this. If I don’t prep you you’ll enjoy it at the moment but tomorrow you’ll complain that you’re in pain.”
“So? That’s a problem for tomorrow.”
“That we’re taking into account now. Spread em. I’m getting the lube.”
Loki groans and spreads wide, waiting impatiently for Mobius to retrieve the lube from the bedroom.
He doesn’t take long. He’s just as eager as she is. He moves between her legs, coating two fingers in strawberry-flavored lube. He rubs her folds softly, then pushes his fingers in.
Loki hums. “Oh yeah…”
“Don’t cum on my fingers.”
“I won’t, I won’t. But don’t go crazy down there! I don't feel like being teased.”
“Believe it or not, I’m not in the mood to play around all that much. I really wanna get in you.”
With haste, he works Loki open enough. Or at least so much that she won’t be impossibly tight. He lays her on her back, climbing on top of her.
“Comfortable?” He asks.
“Mmm, very.”
“I’m gonna go inside now.”
“Finally.”
Mobius takes Loki’s hand. They keep eye contact while Mobius pushes inside.
Loki’s chest bounces as she pants.
“Good?” He asks.
“So good. You always feel good.”
“Fuck. I’m gonna move.”
After a few experimental thrusts, he’s pounding into her like he would any other day.
“I love you, Loki. Fuck, I love you,” Mobius grunts in time with his thrusts.
“I love you too!! Mobius!!”
Filthy slaps fill the room added to the moaning. It won’t be the first complaint Mobius has received from his neighbors and it won’t be the last. Loki’s sweet sobs are worth the embarrassing lecture from his boss. He tosses Loki’s legs over his shoulders, driving into her harder. The couch scratches on the floor.
Loki scratches the couch arms and moans. “Fuck! Yes! There!”
Mobius fucks into her like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. It’s jagged and noisy. Not the prettiest moment they’ve shared but earth-shattering nevertheless.
“You wear those slutty outfits and prance around the office just to taunt me. Knowing full well I could lift up your tiny skirt and slip inside of you easily.”
The image makes her smile. “Why don’t you if you’re so aware of my intentions?”
“Not everyone is as insatiable as you. I can’t fuck you around the office every time you dress like a slut. I’d never get anything done.”
“Call me that again.”
Mobius leans down, his mustache hairs tickling her lip. “ Slut .”
She pulls him into a wet kiss. “That’s me.”
Mobius pounds into her harder. “I could never fuck you in the office. That mouth would get us caught right away.”
Mobius slides a hand down to her clit, rubbing it quickly. She gasps and grabs the couch arm.
“You’re going to make me cum!! Mobius!!”
“Go ahead, kitten. Cum.”
Her voice echos off the wall through her orgasm. He doesn’t stop fucking her until he’s done. The pulsing of her cunt gets him there. He grunts and fills her pussy until it’s overflowing with his cum.
She sighs dreamily. “Mmm, so warm.”
“You did that, baby. You do all sorts of wonderful things to me.”
Loki blushes. “Okay. Sit up. I need to stretch.”
Mobius helps Loki stand. Cum drips down her legs.
“Mmm…” she hums. “Bath time.”
“Want me to join you?”
“That’s a dangerous thought. I need to clean up.”
“Fine. Go on. Leave me here all alone,” he sighs and swoons.
Loki sighs. “Really?”
Mobius flashes the puppy eyes.
“Uugghhh. Fine. But I want to get clean. So no more touching.”
“Of course.”
The next morning, an angry note is stuck to the door. “NOISE COMPLAINT. MY OFFICE. 8 AM.” signed Ravonna Renslayer.