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After a long day at the office, there’s no better way to unwind than to lay in bed making out with your god-boyfriend. Mobius slides his hand up Loki’s thigh, smirking when Loki moans into his mouth.
The damn need for air succumbs both of them forcing them to pull away. Mobius cups Loki’s face.
“My beautiful god.”
Loki blushes. “My handsome mortal.”
Mobius leans in for another kiss.
“Wait,” Loki pauses, fighting himself to stop kissing Mobius for a moment. “Wait, Mobius, one moment, please.”
“What is it? Is everything alright?”
“Everything is perfect. I wanted to ask you if there is anything you want to do tonight.”
“Oh, honey, just being with you is enough for me.”
Mobius moves to capture Loki in another intoxicating kiss. Loki presses his finger on his lover’s lips.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
Loki sits up, sulking his shoulders. “You always do what I want.”
Mobius follows him, leaning on his shoulder with those sweet, blue puppy eyes. “You like to boss me around.”
“Typically, yes. Mobius, you are still a mystery to me. There is so much I don’t know about you. You’ve seen my whole life and the most titillating thing I know about you is that you enjoy key lime pie.”
“Key lime pie is tasty. Sue me. Can I kiss you again?”
“In time. Is there something you would like me to do for you tonight? Anything at all?”
Mobius’s eyebrows point down as he travels into his thoughts. “Hm…”
“Anything you want. You have a god ready to perform the most wicked acts for you. Tell me what you need from me and I will give it to you.” Loki wraps his arms around Mobius.
“I want to kiss you again.”
“Besides that.”
Mobius rubs Loki’s waist. “I guess I’m a fan of doggy style.”
“Okay… We can do that. Um, is there any other fantasy you want me to project for you? My potential is limitless, anything you want, I can do.”
“Doggy is fine.”
Loki sighs. “I suppose I should celebrate the small victories. Fine. Plain, old doggy-style sex it is.”
“Great,” Mobius steals one more kiss.
“How would you like me positioned? Should I be up on my elbows? You holding my lower half up? Or- Oh!”
Mobius manhandles Loki, shoving him onto his stomach. Loki looks behind him and glares.
“You can try to stay up on your palms or elbows; however, I think they’ll be much too weak by the end to keep you up.”
“It’s doggy-style, Mobius. It’s something I’ve done a million times before with countless other species. I doubt you can wow me with such an ordinary mode of-”
Mobius slaps Loki’s ass. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’m in charge, remember?”
“When was such a preposterous rule established?”
“When you said I could do whatever I wanted.”
“You are toying with my words, mortal. I only asked what you enjoy during sex, not that you are the one in charge of the whole damn night!”
“Pussycat, relax,” Mobius soothes. He rubs Loki’s back. “Turn off that hard-working brain and let Mobius use you tonight.”
Mobius pulls Loki’s trousers down to his knees. He caresses Loki’s ass, making the god shiver.
Loki props himself on his elbows to catch a glimpse of Mobius. “Prep me before you get too wild.”
“I will. I just wanted to admire you. Your body is holy.”
“I should hope so. As a god, I take care of myself in all aspects.”
“I can see that. And you’re all mine.”
Mobius slides his fingers over Loki’s hole. He pushes one finger inside making Loki hiss softly.
Loki can’t figure out how Mobius is so fluent in speaking to his body. He pries his hole open so thoroughly without making Loki cum. He could if he wanted to. If he just flicked his finger ever so slightly to the side, he would hit Loki’s prostate which would make him see stars and spill all over their bedspread.
“Almost done getting you ready, baby. How are ya doing?” Mobius whispers, mustache tickling Loki’s ear.
“Fine.”
“Fine? Are you sure?”
“Yes! Get on with it, please!”
Mobius pulls out and slaps that ass again. “Patience. You’re the god of pushiness.”
Loki groans. He hangs his head. “You are the one who said you wanted to have sex like this tonight. Why prolong your desires? I am ready for the taking.” Loki’s blood heats up listening to Mobius remove his belt and shuck off his slacks.
“The waiting adds to the heat.” Mobius’s strong hands grab Loki’s tiny waist. “You wait and you wait and you wait–then suddenly-” he pushes past those quivering walls. “Everything you’ve ever wanted falls into your lap. You almost don’t know what to do when it happens.”
Loki inhales sharply. “I can’t help but think you aren’t exactly referring to this moment.”
Mobius kisses his cheek and then sits up on his knees. “I waited a long time for you.”
“Then have me. I am yours.”
Mobius smiles. It’s warm and dopey. Loki doesn’t see it but he can feel its warmth shrouding him like he’s bathing in the sun. He’s been waiting for Mobius as well. He didn’t know it then. Now, he can’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be. Conquering Earth is a mission that has lost all purpose. His purpose exists here: he wears dull brown suits, dreams of jet skis, and loves key lime pie.
Mobius bounces Loki on and off his cock holding his waist so tenderly. Loki whimpers and moans, gripping the sheets in his fists still trying to keep up on his elbows.
“M-Mobius,” Loki grunts. “M-May I ask you a question?”
“This seems like a good a time as any to do so,” Mobius quips.
“Why doggy style? Why this position?”
“I don’t know. It’s easy, I like holding your waist like this. I don’t have to feel self-conscious about how my face looks during sex with you facing the other way.”
Loki scoffs. “All such boring answers. I would expect nothing more from you.”
“And-” Mobius takes a handful of Loki’s bouncing curls and yanks his head to face the wall. “It makes me feel large and in charge.”
Loki gasps and whines. “Mobius!”
“I got a god on all fours taking my dick like a desperate whore. What could be better than that?”
Loki struggles against the iron grip on his hair. Mobius pulls harder.
“Didn’t expect that answer from plain, old Mobius, did ya?” Mobius lets go. Loki’s head hits the mattress.
He thrusts harder into Loki. The curve of Loki’s back looks so delicate. Like Loki’s body was made just for Mobius to hold.
All Loki can get out of his mouth is a desperate moan or a pathetic whimper.
“Doesn’t it feel good to shut your brain off? All you have to do is be my whore tonight. How’s that for a glorious purpose?”
Loki’s hand scrambles to jack himself off. Mobius spanks his bouncing ass over and over until Loki stops fighting to reach his cock.
“You’re gonna get there by me alone. No touchy-touchy, my pet.”
Loki hits his fists onto the bed like he’s throwing a tantrum. “Mobius!”
“You can do it. I’m giving you all the tools.”
Mobius holds Loki’s waist after his elbows give way to keep him from grinding his hard cock on the bed for release.
Loki’s cute sounds grow more high-pitched. His hole pulses around Mobius.
Mobius watches as Loki’s back quakes. He can see those white-hot bolts of pleasure shooting up and down his spine. Loki stuffs his face into the mattress to scream out his orgasm.
Mobius takes some pity on this belittled god beneath him. He pulls out, cumming on Loki’s back.
Loki’s head shoots up, gasping. “Mobius! You bloody fiend!!”
“What?”
“I wanted it inside!!”
Mobius laughs. “Okay. I’m sorry. I know better for next time.” He flips Loki onto his back and lays next to him. “Lose the sour face, pussycat. It’s unbecoming of royalty.”
“Is it not unbecoming of royalty to take it up the ass?”
“Good one,” Mobius kisses Loki’s frown away. Loki keeps Mobius in place, deepening the kiss until they can’t breathe.
“I’ve never had doggy style like that,” Loki pants.
“You’ve been running with amateurs before old Mobius got a hold of ya.”
“And Mobius, aside from the Loki expert, is the doggy style expert?”
“You know it.”