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Loki pushed Mobius up against a shelf in the abandoned library. It's late– or whatever would be adjacent to "late" when you're in a place that doesn't follow the laws of time– and really they both should be sleeping so they can actually make some progress on those files tomorrow. But Mobius couldn't resist when Loki grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss– one thing led to another and he let himself be sandwiched between a shelf in the corner of the library, and the God of Mischief himself.
Their kisses were hot and heavy, Loki's mouth unrelenting and Mobius's all too willing. Loki pulled away with a pant, making his way to Mobius's neck, kissing upwards until his lips met the agent's ear. Mobius leaned his head slightly to the side and closed his eyes, feeling the god's breath splaying across his neck.
"So earlier," Loki breathed, his voice barely audible. "What was that about?"
"What?" Mobius barely registered Loki's words, much less understood them.
"Dare I repeat it?"
Mobius cracked an eye open.
"Hmm?"
Loki rolled his eyes and pulled back, but only just so, his face inches away from Mobius's. "You called me 'pretty girl'." His face flushed a slight shade of pink.
Mobius repressed a chuckle. "Yeah, and?"
Loki raised an eyebrow at the agent. "Why? Do you... prefer women? Because I can shapeshift. You know I can shapeshift. Were you telling me what you wanted....?"
"Woah woah woah- hey, drama queen, can you accept a compliment?" Mobius took Loki's face in his hands. "I know you're genderfluid. So what's the harm in calling you pretty girl rather than pretty boy? Unless you just don't like that–"
"–No, I like it,'' Loki cut off. The two looked into each other's eyes, before Loki pushed Mobius's hands off his face.
"Hey,'' Mobius started, and this time he was the one grabbing Loki's tie, and pulling him in for a kiss. He slid his hands around the taller man's waist and pressed their bodies together.
"I like this," he murmured. "And I'd like this in whatever body you have." He could feel his face heating up as he said it, but Loki's arms wrapped around his back and Mobius didn't care about his embarrassment when the god pushed his tongue into his mouth.
"So...." Loki said, mouth against the agent’s, his hands wandering, reaching around to grab Mobius's ass. "You wouldn't mind if I...."
Mobius could feel it- Loki was pressed against him– as the god changed forms, shifting into another body, a curvier one, just as slim as before, but softer breasts replaced the ones previously pressed against Mobius's chest and the god’s hard-on vanished.
"Oh, Mobius." Words oozed from a dark lipped mouth in front of the agent. Long lashes splayed across fair cheeks as the Loki in front of him fluttered her eyes. "Do you still want me?" Her voice was just as seductive as before, dripping with intent. She pressed her pelvis hard against him. "I know you do."
Mobius could only stammer, and Loki's hands made their way to his belt buckle. She dropped to her knees, her breath splaying across his bulge. She pulled down the agent's pants and mouthed against his boxer briefs.
"Y-you know you could've.... ah... stayed in the other form?"
"Why, don't you like me like this?" Loki fake pouted, her mouth still against his bulge, teasing Mobius.
Already feeling weak in the knees, Mobius answered quickly. "No it's not that, it's just, uh." The agent couldn't think when the god kept mouthing her hot breath against his cock.
"You like me like this more." Loki's voice was deeper again, yet still elegant. Mobius looked down to see Loki back in their usual form with a smirk on his face, his tie askew and a few buttons undone in his uniform. "This is the Loki you're used to. The one you know. The one you think about when you masturbate."
Before Mobius could utter a retort, Loki pulled out the agent's cock, sinking his mouth down onto his full length. Mobius gasped, his hands instinctively grasping Loki's hair, and the god began to bob his head back and forth, a shudder rolling through his body when the agent’s full length nearly choked him. Mobius had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, and he watched as Loki pleasured him. Loki looked up and locked eyes with Mobius, and he could see tears in their corners. The agent felt a shiver of excitement rush down his spine and his cock hardened, if that were possible.
“Mmph,” Loki sucked the tip, releasing it with a pop. Mobius gasped out, the trace of a moan there, and Loki blushed despite himself. Mobius's hand released its grip on his hair and slid down to cup Loki's cheek, admiring the wet lashes and shining eyes, pink lips and flushed cheeks. “What a beautiful girl,” he said. And he meant it.
“I- M-Mobius,” Loki stuttered, and he was pulled into the agent’s lap and into a deep kiss. Tongue thrusted deep into the god’s mouth, Mobius wrapped his arms around Loki as he ground himself against the pliant body.
“I’ll take you, right here, just like this, if you keep this up,” Mobius panted against Loki’s lips, who squirmed in his lap.
“Oh gods,” Loki breathed out, his slacks tight as his length strained against them. Part of him wanted it, right there, uncaring of who caught them while their hot bodies pressed against one another’s. “Take us home, I want you in bed,” he murmured against Mobius's mouth nonetheless.
And thus they did.
"Hush, hush baby," Mobius cooed. "You're doing so good. You feel amazing. You like that baby? Yeah?"
Mobius was rocking into Loki, his pace steady and slow. He had Loki on his back, long black hair splayed behind him, and Mobius planted himself directly over the god, pressed chest to chest, his half lidded eyes boring into Loki's tear filled ones.
Loki was squirming, his arms wrapped around Mobius's back, his fingernails digging into the agent's skin. He broke eye contact with his boyfriend and whimpered.
"What is it, kitty?" Mobius asked in his soft, hushed voice. "What do you want, I need you to tell me what you want me to do." The agent never peeled his eyes away from the god's green-blue ones; the colors that clashed like waves in the sea and always made Mobius feel like he was lost amidst them.
"I want you to..." Loki mumbled.
"You need to speak up, sweetheart."
"I want you to take me.... faster... and harder," the god blushed.
"You sure you could handle that? While i'm this close to you...?" Mobius dipped down into the crook of Loki's neck and trailed kisses that led up to the gods' soft lips.
"Yes," the god whispered against slightly chapped lips.
Mobius slid a hand to catch each of Loki’s, pinning them to each side of the bed, rocking his hips faster into Loki as he did so. The god moaned and clenched his eyes shut, unable to handle Mobius's rhythm while staring into those eyes he loved so much.
Mobius could feel Loki’s heart racing against his own chest as he thrust into him over and over. He caught the god’s lips with his and sucked and kissed and whispered sweet nothings against his mouth.
Loki was emitting a deep moan from the back of his throat, one that he couldn't swallow down. It escaped into mobius, who only picked up his pace. Loki's face was flushed and the tears pricking his eyes made it irrelevant to look away, as sight became harder when they pooled in corners of ocean blue. He caught his boyfriend's eyes, just barely, before diving into a deep kiss. The god felt as though they'd become one, their bodies so close and their arousal so strong that nothing would stop the two from melting together.
His body felt aflame, his cock weeping just as much as his eyes were, and Loki couldn’t help but to thrust his hips against Mobius’s rocking body, the friction making him dizzy with pleasure. “Gods,” Loki broke away from the kiss, his face flushed badly and lips nearly swollen from the force of their kisses. He wanted to snap his eyes shut and whimper, but he blinked fresh tears away and caught his lover’s kind eyes. “I- I love you,” he all but whined.
“I love you too,” Mobius said quietly before once again capturing those lips in his. “I love you I love you I love you,” each thrust spoke, and Loki clung tighter around his boyfriend's form as he came hard between them, Mobius finishing shortly after, rocking slower and slower into Loki’s trembling body beneath him.
Mobius pulled away an inch to watch Loki’s face, those tears still leaking from his eyes, and he reached a hand up to cup the god’s face again. “I love you,” he reiterated, breathless. “You did so good for me.” He swiped away at the wetness. Loki pulled him in for a hug, despite the mess, and Mobius complied, laying atop him, holding him.
“I love you too.”