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Mobius sat on the sofa in his room, when the door finally opened.
They didn't really need to sleep or anything at the TVA, but everyone deserved a break every now and then to rest and do whatever they wanted.
Mobius usually spent that time a bit less savory than some of his colleagues, who loved to read a book or take a nap.
No, he had been waiting on someone else to join him instead.
He straightened up from his slumped position, when Loki finally entered.
The other man looked a bit nervous, holding his hands behind his back. Biting his lip, he stepped closer to Mobius.
"What're you up to, Loki?" Mobius questioned with an amused smile, looking up at the man looming over him.
"I uhm. I thought we could try something, if you want?" Loki responded, eyes flicking back and forth between the floor and Mobius' face.
Mobius leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face softening a bit when he noticed how Loki wasn't making any jokes.
"Yeah, of course," he smiled encouragingly.
Loki licked his lips, hesitating a moment before pulling his hands free from behind his back, holding out the black object.
Reaching out an arm, Mobius took it out of Loki's palms. His mouth fell open a fraction as he sucked in a breath.
Eyes darkening with lust, he scanned what Loki had brought him.
The time collar that Loki had worn when he first got captured by the TVA.
He rubbed his thumb over the artifical leather and eventually glanced up at Loki.
The man seemed anxious, wringing his hands and checking between Mobius and the collar every few seconds.
"Come here," Mobius instructed then, gesturing to the place between his spread legs.
Loki was quick to obey, shuffling the last bit forward before sinking to his knees. He rested his hands in his lap, blinking innocently up at Mobius.
His black curls fell gently around his ears and Mobius itched to tuck them back in their place.
And he did, just because he could.
Because he knew that Loki would enjoy the contact as much as Mobius. If not more.
His knuckles glided over Loki's strong cheekbones, caressing the sensitive skin as he pushed the strand of hair back.
Loki leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and pressing against Mobius' flat palm like a cat.
He stroked his thumb over the porcelain skin, moving it until reaching Loki's lips.
Applying a bit of pressure, he dipped his thumb past that thin mouth and inhaled deeply as two wet lips wrapped around his digit, practically sucking it deeper.
"Christ, Loki," Mobius cursed quietly, pulling his thumb free again with a small wet pop.
By the Timekeepers, did Mobius love this man.
How did he get so lucky to have a literal God kneeling between his legs, staring up at Mobius like he was the God instead.
Loki's eyes fluttered open again, so much trust in his gaze that Mobius almost lost his breath.
He unbuckled the collar, watching Loki swallow in anticipation, his gaze fixed down to Mobius' hands.
His eyes followed as Mobius reached out, even as he tipped his head back to offer up more of his long throat.
Cool skin was practically thrumming underneath Mobius' fingertips as he gently laid the leather against Loki's neck, bending forward to see himself clasp the collar shut at Loki's nape.
The little snick of the buckle closing had Loki shuddering.
Mobius rubbed his fingertips along the edge where skin met leather, admiring the sight.
"Look at you, so beautiful," he whispered, noticing how Loki clenched his hands at the words.
He could just watch the God like this for the rest of his existence.
Loki let out a small noise that sounded almost like a whine, stretching himself towards Mobius like a flower to the sun.
"Yeah, alright. I got you," Mobius said a bit breathlessly, fumbling for the zipper of his own pants with as much patience as he could muster.
He lifted up his hips and pushed both his slacks and boxers down and freed his already hard cock from its confines.
Loki tried to lean closer, nuzzling his cheek against the inside of Mobius' thigh before Mobius threaded a hand through his hair, pulling it from where it had fallen back into his face and gently dragged Loki back.
"Easy there," he chastised softly, grabbing his dick with his free hand and scooting a bit further to the edge of the sofa.
He held his cock straight, angling it so the tip hovered right in front of Loki's mouth.
"Hands behind your back, love," Mobius instructed before he went any further.
Loki quickly complied, eyes shortly moving away from the dick before him and up to Mobius' eyes.
The anticipation in those green eyes was adorable.
"Good boy," Mobius praised, knowing that was exactly what Loki had wanted to hear when his shoulders sank in relaxation and he sunk deeper into the hold Mobius had on his hair.
Who could have guessed that a snarky, mischievous scamp like Loki would be so sweet with just a bit of praise and a firm hand.
Mobius definitely had, but he knew that no one else would have expected this of the God.
He got impossibly harder at the sight beneath him.
"Open up, darling," Mobius mumbled, pressing his tip against Loki's mouth, smearing some pre-cum against his lips in the process.
Loki's tongue darted out, catching the drops, before those sinful lips enveloped Mobius' cockhead.
Mobius sighed deeply, wanting to throw his head back in pleasure but also not wanting to miss out on the sight between his legs.
"There you go, so good for me," he groaned out, stroking his fingers through the fluffy, black locks.
Loki twitched almost imperceptibly beneath him, but Mobius caught it. Saw the neediness in Loki's half lidded eyes. How the God wanted to buck his hips for some friction. So desperate and pretty.
The sinful heat took him deeper, silky wetness sucking him down eagerly. A tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, licking over the vein and almost driving Mobius insane.
He wanted to fuck that tight heat with vigor, bruise the back of his throat until Loki could barely talk. But he also knew that it wasn't what Loki needed right now.
He needed something gentle, something to work for, something to remind him that he was good and treasured.
So Mobius kept his hold on Loki's head light, not forcing or pushing. Just a reminder that Mobius was there and that he was safe.
"Go on, take yourself out for me. Make that pretty dick of yours feel good," Mobius ordered.
Loki's hand rapidly came forward from where it was held patiently behind his back. He grappling blindly for his zipper, not able to look down with Mobius' cock still down his throat. After a while, his shaking fingers finally got the pants open and freed his dick.
He was hard and leaking, looking almost painful. Mobius grunted when Loki's throat convulsed around him with a moan, when the God finally wrapped his palm around his own dick.
The sight almost had Mobius coming right then and there, the way Loki needily jerked himself, little wet sounds from pre-cum slicking the way reaching his ears.
"God, so pretty. So perfect, darling," Mobius praised, causing Loki's fist to fly faster as he keened.
The noise had Loki's throat vibrating, making Mobius hiss in pleasure. Loki was still eagerly bobbing up and down over his cock, nose burying all the way to Mobius' curly pubic hair as he swallowed him deep. His cockhead bumped against the back of Loki's throat, making Loki gag. But he refused to pull off, breating heavily with tears in his blinking eyes.
So desperate to come with a cock stuffing his mouth.
"You close?" Mobius asked, though he knew the answer.
Loki nodded as well as he could, whimpering in response and looking up with pleading eyes. Needing Mobius to tell him that he could come.
As much as Mobius wanted to give in to those tearful eyes, he knew that he couldn't give Loki what he was begging for yet. Needed to bring him back from the edge to make the final release that much stronger and effective.
He could just demand Loki to put his hands back behind his back, but Loki had brought him such an enticing opportunity earlier, he couldn't just pass that up.
Digging in his pushed down pants, he pulled out his tempad and selected Loki's collar with a click. Then he swirled his finger on the screen and the Loki underneath him glitched, body half invisible for a second.
When he let go, Loki looked confused, squeezing his cock desperately before he realized what had happened.
He whined around Mobius' cock, the sound muffled as fresh tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. His dick was no longer about to burst, but his mind remembered the sensation, remembered how close he'd been. His body at odds with his brain.
"Tell me if you get close again," Mobius groaned, as Loki began to fist over his dick again and continued to work his mouth and tongue over Mobius' skin.
His tongue dipped over the slit of Mobius' cockhead, greedily licking up the pre-cum and sighing at the taste.
This man was going to kill him one day.
It didn't take long for Loki to start panting again, breath fanning harshly over the base of Mobius' cock and his hand hesitating on his own as his eyes found Mobius' again.
Immediately Mobius rewinded on his tempad, dragging the God back from the edge.
Loki practically sobbed as he resurfaced again, palming desperately at his dick as time made his body betray him.
"Doing so well, so good," Mobius breathed, getting dangerously close himself.
He petted Loki's hair almost compulsively, watching the tears roll down his face.
"Close your eyes and keep your mouth open. Don't forget that," Mobius instructed, reaching for the tempad one last time.
The crease between Loki's brows deepened, before Mobius swished his fingertips over the screen, this time in the other direction.
He pulled his cock out of Loki's mouth, right as the man squeezed his eyes shut with a shout, crying out as he was suddenly pushed over the edge without a warning.
His mouth stayed automatically open as he moaned loudly and hoarsly, cum shooting out of his pulsing dick and soiling his own pants and dripping over his palm.
He tipped forward unintentionally, his second hand flying up to catch himself on Mobius' knee as his body convulsed and twitched, his orgasm rolling through him.
Mobius tightened his hold on Loki's head, pulling the God gently back into position where he had been slumped over.
Then Mobius jerked his own cock, aiming it straight at Loki's open mouth.
With a low grunt, he finally came, shooting ropes of cum over Loki's face.
Some of it landed on Loki's tongue, the rest painted Loki's cheeks in a beautiful picture.
The God quivered as the hot liquid splashed on his skin, still reeling from the aftershocks of his high.
But he moaned, greedily closed his mouth and swallowed the bitter taste down, while Mobius released his final pulses onto Loki's lips.
He leaned forward, panting as he held Loki's hair out of his face.
The God tentatively blinked his eyes open, red and slightly swollen from his tears as he licked over his white stained lips.
"You're such a good boy. Always so perfect for me," Mobius whispered as he swiped his fingertips through the mess on Loki's cheeks, collecting his cooling cum and pushing it into Loki's mouth.
Loki sighed, eyes almost falling shut again as he sucked in Mobius' fingers and licked them clean. They repeated the process until Loki's face was relatively stain free.
Mobius' second hand wandered down to Loki's collar, rubbing over the material. "So glad you asked for this. We should use it more often," he said quietly, eyes connecting with Loki's.
The God looked spent and pleased, so much more relaxed with no tension left in his shoulders.
Mobius' eyes shined with mischief, mirroring Loki's as he smiled.
"Let's see how many times I can make you come with this."