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Loki is pressed against the wall. He breathes heavily, the hands of the man he loves sliding over his body. He feels the warmth of Mobius's breath on his neck, the man buries his face in his hair. Mobius moves deep within him, his movements gradually becoming more abrupt. However, he is still very careful. He bites lightly on Loki's shoulder, kisses the bite, and whispers nonsense into the trickster's ear.
Loki fully surrenders to these sensations. A couple of minutes ago, he had gone a little overboard teasing Mobius and Mobius had gotten turned enough to pin the god against the wall and pull his trousers off.
Loki liked the intensity with which it was all done. Mobius was shorter than him, and to make it more comfortable for both of them, Loki spread his legs a little apart.
"Faster," the god asks, and feels his cock move faster in his ass for a few seconds. Then Mobius does some harder frictions. Loki's hand reaches down, he wants to touch himself. Mobius reacts instantly.
"I didn't let you touch you there," the man says into Loki's ear. From these words, the face of God douses with heat.
And Mobius stops stroking Loki's chest and stomach, presses him closer to the wall.
Mobius lightly kicks the heels of the trickster's boots, causing him to spread his legs even wider and slide down the wall another couple of centimeters. Then, Mobius takes Loki's wrists in his hands, presses them against the wall and bites the trickster's shoulder and neck again.
Now he moves much more sharply and quickly. His cock no longer just touches Loki's prostate, but hits right at that point.
Everything blurse in his head. It's an amazing feeling. He is completely dependent on the will of Mobius, he feels his strength and pressure. He knows that in fact, he can free himself at any second. But he really likes to play this game. He likes to be in this position, pressed against the wall of their office.
Mobius bites are passionate and a little timid at the same time. He runs his tongue behind the god's ear, biting the skin of his neck. He tightens his grip on the trickster's wrists. Loki closes his eyes. Sex is supposed to be like this.
For a brief moment, the god's pleasure-clouded brain creates unpleasant images. He recalls the feeling of fear and insecurity that he experienced standing in front of a strong and ruthless enemy. He recalls the distrust he had for men in Asgard.
But Mobius is different. Mobius holds his hands, kisses and bites his neck. Mobius won't let Loki touch him. And he does all this to please Loki.
Today, Loki himself wanted to be "punished." He teased the man, seeking just that reaction.
And it followed. Mobius can be so predictable. For a few blissful minutes, Loki could completely submit to Mobius' will, he could let him control everything, including his own orgasm.
Loki moans louder than he would like, but he can't hold back the moans. The thought that his moans can be heard in the hallway turns him on even more. He tries to move towards Mobius, he moves his hips in time with the man to increase the sensation. But there is too little room against the wall and he gives up, allowing the agent to control the rhythm and force of the pushes.
Mobius is breathing so heavily. Looks like he's ready to cum. Loki imagines how the agent will fill his ass with his sperm and how it will flow out, staining his underwear. He can put Mobius on his knees and grab his hair, make him lick his thighs, completely clean him of all this mess.
He can order Mobius to swallow his own cum and look into his eyes.
These depraved thoughts complement what is happening, enhance the feeling of bliss. It seems to Loki that they are in a vacuum, that now only the two of them and this room exist. The world around seems completely unimportant, but all feelings are aggravated to the limit. He smells Mobius, the smell of his sweat and cologne, something tart, warm and surprisingly exciting. He hears the breath of a man, every groan and every hiss.
Beads of sweat trickle down the trickster's neck, and he feels Mobius kiss his ear.
"You're my god..." The agent whispers, barely audible.
Loki realizes that he is about to cum. The trickster closes his eyes and tries to concentrate. His hips begin to tremble, and he hears Mobius groan as he begins to move in jerky jerks. For a few seconds he freezes. Not breathing and feeling nothing but a tickling pleasure growing somewhere inside.
Then Mobius exhales sharply. The trickster hears him moaning and feels the man tremble. And the next moment he loses all connection with reality. One orgasm for two.
Loki doesn't even try to be quiet. For a few seconds the world ceases to exist.
Then he feels Mobius wrap his arms around his waist. The agent kisses him behind the ear again, but now these kisses are completely different. Delicate, almost weightless. Loki is still trembling.
The world suddenly takes shape, as if someone turns on the sound. It gradually dawns on the trickster that there was no vacuum around them. The world continued to live and move. And his groans must have been heard in the hallway.
He is about to tell Mobius about it, but he starts to speak first.
"Did you like it?" He asks.
The question sounds a little timid, like he's afraid he might disappoint Loki by doing something wrong. He kisses the trickster's shoulder and strokes his belly. Loki flinches as Mobius's fingers touch his chest.
"How do you think?" Loki whispers.
The man presses his face against Loki's shoulder. They are still standing against the wall, coming to their senses. Loki understands how it looks from the outside, and Mobius, as if reading his thoughts, says:
"Let's go to the couch, god? You need to lie down and rest, and we both need to clean up..."
Loki doesn't mind. Seconds later, he's already lying on the couch, idly watching as the agent zips up his pants.
"We missed the meeting," the man remarks.
"I don't care," Loki replies and lifts his chin smugly. "I can write a report detailing the good reason we missed this meeting."
Mobius chuckles.
"I don't think a report is needed," the agent says. "The whole floor heard... Hmm...Heard our "good cause."
Loki laughs.
"Let them envy," replies the god. "Besides, TVA rules do not prohibit moaning in
your own office. They don't know why I moaned. Maybe I was very pleased to see the new design of the paper clip box? Or I liked your progress report..."
"And it was a really good report," Mobius picked up. "Can you figure out something else? More realistic?"
"I can tell that you were here punishing me for typos in documents!"
Loki stuck out his tongue at him and the agent smiled.
"I love you, Loki Laufeyson," he whispered. "Now zip up your pants and let's go to work. And no jokes about punishment, otherwise I'll bite your ear again!"
God winked at him and answered:
"I have nothing against..."