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Is Loki really about to do this?
Mobius had gotten up in a rush, oversleeping and barely making it to work on time. He paid no mind to the mess he left behind, making Loki’s day off filled with tedious cleaning. He washed the coffee cups, the plate with a half-eaten toaster strudel, his discarded pajamas. Without so much as a goodbye kiss, he still does this for Mobius. The things he does for the sake of love.
Loki bundles them into his arms and huffs. “Honestly, it’s a miracle that this man got by without me for so many eons.”
He dumps them into the washer, one article of clothing falling onto his foot. He groans and bends over.
Mobius’s boxers are a hideous orange and tan color. He told Loki why should I waste my money on something no one’s gonna see?
I see them, you oaf , Loki retorted at the moment.
Devious thoughts fill his head. They didn’t do anything very risqué the night before. They cuddled then drifted off to sleep, but Loki heard Mobius muttering in his sleep something obscene. A specific whining flutters into Loki's memory: Loki , he moaned. It was a desperate hot breath that kept Loki awake hours after it was said.
Loki bites his lip. “Am I really considering something so… revolting? Shameful? Loki, you’re better than this.”
Just drop the boxers into the wash and start it. Come on.
“Fuck it. I’ve done worse.”
No one’s around to witness his secret shame. He stuffs them into his nose and inhales deeply.
A spark burns his nerves from the roots to the tips. The musty scent floods his brain. It smells like Mobius’s most intimate parts.
“Fuck….” Loki moans.
He scans the room one more time, just to be 100% he’s alone. He pops the buttons on his top, everything rising in temperature out of nowhere. He takes another sniff.
“Oh, Gods above,” he sighs.
If there was any clear judgment left in his head, it has been entirely eradicated by now. He unzips his fly and shoves his hand into his pants.
“Mobius…”
He takes hold of his cock. He whines out.
This scent is an aphrodisiac. It never felt so good to grab his own cock.
He shucks his pants off of his legs with his underwear. He pumps himself slowly, the boxers attached to his nose.
“Fuck… fuck…”
A swarm of heat surrounds him, dusting his cheeks in light pink. His legs tremble wildly, and that’s his cue to retreat to the bedroom.
Loki dives onto the bed, stuffing the boxers into his face. It’s much easier to work in this position. Plus, Mobius’s smell is more fragrant in the bedroom. It’s a wild mixture of things: Old Spice, natural musk, aftershave, cheap shampoo.
“Mobius, please….”
His right-hand grabs his cock, pumping it rapidly now. The desperation has erupted and all he wants to do is cum to ease this unbearable heat. His left-hand grips the sheets as a remaining connection between him and reality.
No words come out. They get gummed up in his throat trying to push out all at once. Sometimes he whispers Mobius or Please .
He’s getting closer. So close. He presses half of his face onto the underpants. He still gets a whiff of the dirty scent but has found the necessity for air to be imminent.
“Almost… oh, Mobius…” he groans.
His hand becomes frantic. Any friction he can get is a blessing.
Loki drowns in his orgasm while stuffing his face back into the boxers, right into the crotch. His inhale is deep and he nearly faints from the combined intensity of his orgasm. White-hot spurts of cum shoot onto the bed as he moans. Every stroke draws out more cum until nothing is left. He fully collapses onto the bed.
“Oh, Mobius… even in my fantasies you are quite the lover,” Loki feels a little silly complimenting the imaginary Mobius that lives in the smell of his underpants. Okay, really silly, but no one is around to chastise him for it.
“What can I say? I’m a natural.”
Loki’s soul leaps from his body.
He stays facing away from the door, praying it was a figment of his still hazy imagination.
“It’s okay. I’ll wait for you to come back down to reality.”
From the deepest pits of his chest, he whispers, “Mobius….?”
“Yes?”
“Could you please wait in the other room…?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Take your time. I saw you were gonna do laundry so I’ll just finish that up for ya.”
Mobius’s footsteps disappear into the apartment. Loki whines.
“Strike me down, Hel… show mercy on me and just end me….”