bakerstreet | Tied to a chair

[ Could go for serious, silly or smutty. ]

[When you're out doing reconnaissance on the Timeline and your keeper is nowhere to be found. That's how it happens. That's how you get approached by someone who looks like your partner and sounds like your partner - but there are some things utterly wrong about him. Little things a normal person, someone who isn't as familiar with him, might not notice at first glance.]

Hey you. [The smile is the same. The way his hands go in the pockets of his trousers.] Wandered kinda far, didn't you? [He tilts his head to the side, just enough to get some of that longer, silver hair nearly in his face.] Or did you get separated? Sucks, don't it?

[ How they got separated, Loki didn't know. Okay, he did. He saw something of interest and took off running. He really needed to stop doing that. He smiled seeing Mobius, at least now he could get back. Turning to face him fully. It was only then that he noticed the longer hair. Damn, that looked good.

But also, it set off a warning he chose to ignore. ] Mobius, have I been gone long? Of course, I got separated. [ Not the trusting prince who was still naive enough to trust. Not the prisoner up in a space pocket, no, This was the Loki the body was after. Not yet concerned, just wondering if time passed when he ran. ]

[Oh that smile. How it cuts right through him. How it launches his heart into his throat and nearly makes him choke.

That question gets the slightest nod.]

Been a while. A long while.

[The thing wearing Mobius’s face averts his gaze, staring down at some rubble on the ground. Mouth screwing into a frown. After all this time, and he can’t look him in the eye. It hurts too much and it burns too much and the rage of being abandoned like that just bubbles up and up inside. Threatens to overflow. Makes him clench his fists so hard at his sides that the knuckles crack underneath the leather of his gloves.]

Thought I’d never see you again.

[ Loki looks a little heart broken when he hears that it has been a long time. Stepping closer, no idea of the danger he was walking up too. Then again, he is a fan of snakes and danger.]

Thank you for finding me, darling. I am sorry I wandered away.

[ He spoke softly in an apologetic tone. Finding it a little strange that Mobius looked away. So, Loki placed one of his large hands on Mobius's shoulder, smiling again.]

We will always find each other.

D-Don’t! [His head snaps up and there’s a fire in his eyes, those pale blue irises shockingly brighter and more electric.] Touch me.

[The words come out as snarls, and his gloved hand reaches across to grab at Loki’s. Blue crackles at his fingertips as they dig in and wretch it away from his person.

But he doesn’t let go. He keeps Loki locked in a death grip no matter how hard he may struggle to break away. His free hand raises up, fingers cracking before launching a flurry of energy right at the god, strong enough to knock him back several yards and land in a chair by the wall. It slides back from the sheer force, nearly splintering, but is stopped by the wall itself.

And even before Loki attempts to get up and run, this thing - this creature - is approaching him, giving a flick of his wrist and sending more of whatever this power is his way. It ends up coiling around him, binding him tight to the chair itself.]

[ Even with his speed, being one of the fastest Asgardians, he didn't move in time. Mobius had never registered as a real threat. Not even while mad at him in the time theater.

Loki tried to get his hand free, that bit of fear even the bravest beings have spiking, the kind of fear only Thanos could pull of him these days. Fear and Mobius? They didn't belong together.

Mobius was the bright light in his life, the person who believed in him. What happened?

The though vanishes as he hits his back into the chair, coughing hard as the is bound into the chair. ]

Darling? What happened? Talk to me? [ His voice pleading, no deception here, just worry for the holder of his heart. ]

What happened? [This "Mobius" doesn't stop moving, his stride swift. He doesn't want his prey to slip away, so he nips the idea in the bud - toe of his boot slamming onto the edge of the seat right between Loki's legs, pushing the whole thing more flush against the wall. A jolt of warning more than anything else, like he's telling the god to behave.] Lots, sweetheart.

[His foot stays in place, and he leans down to speak directly to Loki's face, resting an elbow on his thigh, energy still crackling at his hand. He's up close and personal now, and it's impossible to miss just how tired Mobius's eyes are, how black they are underneath. The haphazardly-kept stubble on his chin and throat. The bright blue cracks in his skin running down from his skull and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. The way his skin seems bruised a darker shade wherever the lines mingle like major veins.

There's a cold expression on his own face, the worst look of disdain the god could ever imagine on his lover.]

Fixed events that can't be undone no matter how many times I go back and try.

[ Loki should be frightened, but the truth was, that was hot. It sent a jolt of both fear and arousal through his system. He'd gotten so used to the easy intimacy between him and Mobius that it was an automatic reaction to seeing his lover looking even hotter, and commanding. ] Talk to me, darling, what is this?

[ The trickster looking Tesseract in the eyes, not letting those trickles of fear show. Something had happened to his partner and he had to get through to him. That energy crackling calls to him in some deep, visceral way. Like an old lover sliding up next to him. He knows that energy, but how? ]

Mobius, darling, you look like death is warming over, stop being cryptic. Talk to me, we are in this together. What happened? And what is controlling you?

[Tesseract can practically smell it on him. The way the god is staring up at him with those pupils blown wide already, the way his breathing has changed. And the creature is finding it hard to resist. That touch to his shoulder before - it was enough to open up the floodgates and bring everything back, to reignite that connection they used to have. The vessel's underlying love and devotion to Loki only fueling the fire.

It's something he didn't plan for. Not in the slightest. And now it's much too late to course correct.]

His future. [He purrs the words, leaning down closer. So close his lips nearly ghost his captive's, a little smirk playing on them. One hand keeping the threat of his power on display, the other going for Loki's hair, gloved fingers tangling in the dark locks. Petting him so delicately at first, a gesture that could be mistaken for affection.]

You should know better than anyone, darling.

[ Loki was never good at hiding when he was in the mood. This was another area the god of lies showed he's not always the best liar. Loki's eyes already lingering on his partner's lips. Both wanting answers, and to feel him closer, but the words make him blink. ]

His future? Don't you mean your future? [ He asks, concerned. Unable to move his hands or else he's cup Mobius's cheek. He looked amazing like this, kind of half dead, but amazing. Which said a lot, given how addicted he was to his partner as he was.

Loki all but purrs, Tesseract was so close, and petting his hair. Trying to lean up a little more for a taste, as it starts to snap into place. His attempt for a kiss lost as he starts paying attention to the blue, the power, and the words. ]

No, you can't be. [ A pause, biting his lip, those blue eyes widened. ] What happened to him, how did he find you? You can't be you... you don't work in the TVA.

[ Once he saw it, he knew. ]

No - I meant his. [A brief, low chuckle. Tesseract's hand stills, keeping his prey's head in place with those lovely locks wound so tightly around his fingers. He doesn't tug or tease, just holds Loki like this to ensure he can't look away.

His electric gaze flicks from the god's lips upwards to his eyes then back down. Catching those expressions giving away how the wheels are turning inside that mind of his. Slowly piecing things together and ultimately looking so terrified once he does.

Oh it makes him ache. As if he already weren't terribly aroused.]

It's been such a long time. [He murmurs against Loki's lips, nearly gasping for breath:] Can't believe I've finally got you. [And he presses a kiss to them, once that swiftly becomes something so hungry and desperate with nips of teeth.]

What happened? [ Loki couldn't look away if he wanted, and most Loki's were weak for their hair being pulled. Something Mobius surely learned about his Loki, and Ikol carried as well. Loki wasn't moving, he was where Mobius... NO, where the Tesseract wanted him.

How could he not be both turned on and terrified. He wanted to protect Mobius from the Tesseract, but he'd always been weak to that damned box. Tipping his head, it's not been THAT long since he'd last kissed Mobius at the start of their cycle, but the body was here and the energy was intoxicating.]

I wouldn' [ The words cut off as he is kissed, tipping his head some as he parted his lips. He should feel bad, and he may later, but for now? This was what they both needed. Not soft and giving, but quick, hungry and needy. ]

[Now why would he tell him any of that? Just give away the big finale without a second thought? Sure takes the mystery out of things - the fun. And there's something about those fixed events blah blah whatever. No matter what he does he can't change what's happened - what's going to happen. Ultimately it has to take place, despite the deep denial that's eating away at his cracking vessel from the inside. He's been cryptic enough already, and the time for idle chitchat has passed now that their mouths are occupied.

Loki - his Loki, the one he's been looking for, yearning for after all this time - reciprocating with such gusto, like he truly wants this... A groan catches in his throat, a pathetic little noise slipping past his lips between those frantic, wanting kisses. A noise that easily betrays his menacing, commanding facade for a moment. Even if this encounter is to be a brief one, it's enough for him to cherish on some level. A small amount of fuel to help aid him on his seemingly never-ending journey towards the end of time. Something to file away for later, hoping his untrustworthy mind doesn't corrupt the footage before he gets the chance to recall it even once.

The hand in Loki's hair pulls, a growl rumbling as he dives back in. The flame extinguished from his other hand, it moves to cup his partner's face. Gloved fingers, still so warm from the energy output, trembling. More gentle, a stark contradiction to everything else, to how he tries to devour the god where he sits. Leaning over his captive audience, so close to just pulling himself into his lap like he used to in the bed they shared.]

[ It does take the mystery out and while Loki generally loves the adventure and mystery more, this was about the man who held his heart in his hands. It was important. The problem was, Loki had a bad habit of getting stupid when his heart and libido came into the mix.

He knew exactly who was kissing him back. This was somehow a future version of his partner with the tesseract. The two things that attracted him most. How could he say no? How could he not melt into those frantic kisses?

As the hand in Loki's hair pulls, the god's back arches against the chair, trying to get closer, a moan of the vessel's name spilled between their quick needy kisses. There was no denying that Loki wanted, but Loki had always been easy to get going. He hadn't seen his Mobius in less than an hour, and yet this clearly broken one wanted his affection. He would unpack that mentally later, but for now? For now, he struggles against his bonds wanting to get his hands on that beautiful suit and peel it off.

He needed to get his lover in a tailored suit one day. ]

[Hearing that name released as a moan - it shakes Tesseract to his very core and gives him pause. It's different like this. The grip of his fingers relaxing, he pulls away some, panting for breath. Still looming dangerously close as he holds that lovely face, lips grazing against his captive's so lightly.]

I missed you. [The words like the softest sigh, punctuated with an even softer kiss. His eyes heavy-lidded and less sharp than before, the electric blue cooled off. It's almost like hearing his true name this way renders him completely docile.

The struggling beneath him isn't ignored. Tesseract pushes Loki, causing his back to be flush against the chair once again.]

Can you behave for me? [The question is quiet, not an ounce of menace to his tone. Like he's considering something out loud. His gazes fixes itself upon Loki's, eyes searching for something. Almost as if he's tuning into whatever's going on inside the god's head. Their connection makes it so much easier.

While waiting for an answer, he finally does it - he slowly pulls himself into Loki's lap, straddling him with ease as his hands slip down to grip his shoulders. He leans in close.]

[ The grip relaxing and The Tesseract pulling back for breath, was the last thing Loki wanted, if he had time to think, he would have time for guilt. He didn't want guilt, he wanted those sigh soft words spilling over his skin.]

Whatever happened, I promise that me misses you. [ A reminder, at least for himself, this isn't his partner, not exactly. He needed to find a way to protect his lover. He had no idea this was the result of exactly that.

Back against the chair, as he moved with Tesseract as he was led to. Nodding quickly. ] Anything for you, darling.

[ Words he liked to speak to Mobius often, even low in the office. Words he mostly truly meant. As The familiar weight settled in his lap, Loki's eyes rolled back, and he groaned, head tipping back, exposing part of his neck to the wolf in his lover's body. ]

[Anything for you, darling. Something else to drive him crazy with unchecked desire.]

Please behave. [Another kiss to his Loki's lips, a sigh as he stays there. Relishing the feeling, pulling himself so close. He lifts a hand, gives a twist of his wrist. The binding pinning his prey to the chair dissolves into nothing, leaving his arms free. He doesn't want to do this, but they reappear around Loki's ankles a moment later, securing him to the legs. Tesseract trusts, but not that much. Not when he is fully aware of who he's seducing and what he's capable of.

There's a not-so-subtle grind of his hips, disguised as him making himself comfortable on his new perch. And he dives face first into Loki's neck as the god's head drops back, as he makes more lovely sounds. He attacks with kisses and nips, digging teeth in to his pulse point, casually toying with shirt buttons all the while. Not stopping his assault on Loki's senses.]

[ Loki couldn't promise that. Not with this delectable treat in his lap. Mobius and the Tesseract. While half of him was screaming as something was wrong with the man he loved, the rest of him that was still addicted to the tesseract wanted this. If Mobius got upset, he would try to make it up to him. He wouldn't hide it, he expected this Mobius would leave marks on him that wouldn't fade easy.

This man had the power of the tesseract in his veins. His libido overpowering his concerns. Humans weren't meant for that kind of power. Loki whined when his hands were freed but legs restrained. What could he do but whine, then moan as Tesser-ius grinded down on his lap making Loki both stiffen and relax. His hands flying up to pull the tie loose. He needed to see the skin he was addicted to. Both additions rolled together. ] You tied my legs, dearest, planning to just ride me into the chair?

[ he purred the words as Mobius worked on his neck. His partner knew all those little spots that drove Loki mad. ]

Are you complaining, sweetheart?

[A toothy grin, another playful nip to Loki's neck - barely a graze - before he bares down and sinks in for something more painful yet pleasurable all at once. More bite than love.

Tesseract groans, the sound dissolving into the animalistic, a lusty growl rumbling against the god's throat. Almost like he could rip it open at any moment if he truly wanted to. But he doesn't. He behaves, shuddering against his prey, overwhelmed by those hips rocking up, the tug of his tie before it's loosened.

Distracted enough by just how hard Loki is - and how uncomfortable his own pants have become - that his fingers fumble with those shirt buttons before he decides to rip the garment apart instead and bare that lovely chest to his hungry gaze. So impatient.]

Still gorgeous... [He muses aloud, a hand running down the exposed plane, gloved fingertips barely brushing the skin and toned muscles before pushing the tattered fabric out of the way to show him more.] Just like I remember.

Never, not when it comes to you, love. [ That rare name used, for this wonderful mix of both of his loves. All concerns pushed aside again as those teeth nipped, and Loki moaned out Mobius. Needy and full of want. That tone as clear as the erection trapped in those standard issue TVA trousers.

Buttons flying in every direction as Loki's pale chest comes into view. Loki's fingers quickly and nimbly undoing Tesser-ius's shirt. Nor risking the damage as he wanted to see but not ruin. He didn't mind his shirt being ripped as he rocked his hips up against his lover's bottom. ]

Still yours. [ He groaned, back arching against the chair as he tried to push the shirt and jacket off of Mobius's shoulders.] Take what you want, Honey. We might not have much time.

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[Love. He could melt right here, give himself up entirely to this god and surrender all control. There's a flutter inside his ribcage. Loki still knows all the right things to say, the terms of endearment and sweet words like hit like catnip.

Hearing the name again, moaned so sweetly, sends more shivers down his spine. He can't keep still, Loki's fussing beneath only causing his hips to rock harder. And when he's rewarded with that cock grinding back it's his turn to make desperate, pathetic noises of pleasure.

His hands travel down Loki's front, the warm leather of his gloves massaging that perfect, cool skin along the way. They settle at his trousers, the belt there, and he's close to unbuckling it when he notices Loki's insisting pushing. His shoulders shrug, and he takes care of the rest, letting both shirt and jacket drop to the floor behind him.

There's no undershirt for once. Just that familiar, bulky chest riddled with scars, peppered with soft, grey hair. The soft pudge of his stomach. Mobius's body is exactly the same, only a few traces of getting older to be seen. And the fissures - there are so many of those, slowly pulsing the most electric blue as they run throughout his body. The black-blue bruising they cause so dark and tough to miss in spots.]

Take me. Please? [A frustrated huff as his hands go back to Loki's belt. They make quick work of it, scrambling to undo his trousers and expose what he's been impatiently waiting for.] I want you.

[ If Loki had known half of what had happened to his partner, they might have toned down the horny and tried to help them. Still, it was another case of Loki thinking with the wrong brain and his heart. His Mobius never left him hungry, not really. He had no reason to be this amped up for another version of his partner, and yet? Here he was.

The way this Mobius shivers, rocking against him with such lovely noises spilling free? How could he ever deny him?

Pushing his chest into the exploring hands, a needy whine of his own escaping him. His eyes hungerly looking over the body he knew every inch of. New data being committed to memory as that skin had new marks and mysteries. His hands slide down. A moment spared to tease both nipples, to rake through the tuffs of chest hair and down to the soft pudgy stomach he loves to snuggle and grip at night. So much has changed, yet so much stays the same.

Nodding, his silver tongue failing him once again. A hand moving from his stomach to snap. Two things happened in that moment. Their clothes both vanished, appearing nearby nearly folded, the second? His fingers of his dominate hand coated with what seemed like oil. ] Sorry, I didn't have it in me to wait.

[ he murmured between kisses, the now slick hand moving down to tease his entrance. ] Last chance, darling.

[ The moment he got a positive response he'd sink a finger into his lover to start working him open. He missed his magic, it was so rare to get to use it with his lover. ]

Edited 2024-03-25 10:39 (UTC)

[The substitute he has saved in his back pocket is just that. Someone to play pretend and fill the time with, use as he sees fit whenever the mood strikes. It's fairly often - but no matter how many times he has his way, he's still left feeling unfulfilled to some extent. The bliss is only temporary and gets worse the longer he's away from his true partner.

He's found his Loki but he can't take him, and that disappointment hurts more than he could ever have realized before. It's the wrong time. It's much too soon. Another unfortunate mistake in a long line of problems and hiccups and roadblocks, but one he's prepared to take full advantage of. It's all he can do when there's no knowing if he'll ever get another opportunity.

Loki's hands against his bare skin send jolts of pleasure straight to his very core, swiftly pooling where it matters most. He arches to the touch, his moans strangled as his hold loosens on Loki's belt. His undressing task momentarily forgotten. His focus disturbed by the sudden contact of skin-against-skin. He's so aroused - like he's never felt before. The absence, the added energy coursing through him - it's like the heaviest sort of aphrodisiac. Painfully hard, nearly trembling from the slightest brush. All senses overloaded.

And then he's entirely nude, even his gloves appearing atop the neatly stacked pile of clothing nearby. His hands shake before balling into fists. Worry painted on his features as he tries hiding them from Loki, achy fingers burnt black at their tips. Another thing to further distract him, despite his vessel doing plenty to betray him on its own.]

Loki, I-- [The train of thought derailed thanks to that teasing finger, the way it probes into him rendering him a useless pile of mush in the god's lap. So docile. He sits up, braces his bare (disgusting, dangerous) hands against Loki's strong chest, and he's panting heavily already.]

Please?

[ That substitute was busy off trying to fix tempads for both the creature on Loki's lap, and his own failsafe if things got too heated. Ikol had no delusions that Don would stay, he was after his Loki, and Ikol was just a step on the road to that, and he had no issues with Don using his body in the meanwhile. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, maybe it was just a lack of caring, but it worked.

The Tesseract powered Mobius couldn't take Loki now, without ruining this world, and maybe destroying them all. The way that he arched and moaned under Loki's touch had the god twitching under him. Pressure building in him and a deep need to be buried within him. He could think on it later, for now it was all about giving his lover what he needed most.

Luckily, Loki was too distracted to notice his hands yet, no, not with him working open Mobius with his slicked fingers ] Anything, Darling, anything for you.

[ He didn't take as long prepping him as he probably should, turned on and needy, but he hoped it was enough, or that Mobius would speak up. Lining himself up with his partner's opening, Loki started to sink into him, a gasp and groan of the agent's name falling from his lips. He never got tired of the feeling of being within his lover. ]

Darling. [The word softer than a ghost of a whisper as he repeats it. Eyes slipping shut, allowing all the sensations to wash over him. His lover's scent going straight to his head and leaving him so dizzy. The timbre of his voice, the touch of his fingers - all of it so familiar and comforting. It's like truly feeling at home.

His fingers dig into Loki's chest, and there's breathy little moans as he feels his lover sink inside. Slowly spreading him wide. His eyes shut, he bites his lower lip, stifling more noises that threaten to escape. Impatient, he quickens the process - preparation be damned - letting his hips drops down. Taking his lover in one shot, shuddering in his lap and whimpering between shallow breaths. This angle is something new, an exciting change.]

[ Only a few times now, less than a dozen, had Loki and Mobius gone this far. Even once they passed that hurdle, they often did whatever felt best that night, or took turns on the receiving end. A beautiful, even partnership. Something Loki never expected to have. But this Mobius?

He acted like Loki did when desperate, when he'd sleep with someone for a purpose, or had gone far too long without, he assumed it was the latter but that just made his heart ache. Only for a moment before it blissfully blanked out and his head fell back, as it typically did.

Moaning out Mobius's name like he was the god being praised. The shuttering added its own level of sensation. Clutching his hips, Loki lifted his head, leaning in for another bruising kiss, using his strength to start to lift Mobius, to try to spare his knees and hips. Not realizing this Mobius can probably take it just fine. ]

[This Mobius is the most desperate he's ever been. Animalistic, a pale shadow of the kind, selfless man he used to be. Exiled from the TVA, forced to embody the true nowhere man he was accused of being what seems like lifetimes ago. Taking whatever he wants, going wherever he pleases, killing whoever gets in his way, fated to lose over and over again when all he has is nothing to begin with. The very picture of rockbottom, yet with more power at his disposal than he knows what to do with.

He sits there a moment, breathing hard yet steady, his chest heaving. Straightening up some as his hips relax. Allowing that feeling of fullness to overcome him so he can truly bask in it. Only faintly aware of the lewd moan of his name - his old name, the one he doesn't hear anymore - reaching his ears until those hands are upon him. That brings him back, makes him bristle, but he doesn't snarl or demand to be let go. There's a moment of hesitation, like he's considering it. He lets it happen and Loki's kiss further derails all thoughts, even as his partner takes the initiative and starts moving him.

Gasps flutter from him between the kisses, not daring to pull away even for air. He remains close, nipping and kissing at those lips, daring to tug at the bottom with his teeth, soothing with a playful suck now and then. He focuses on those lips, teasing and tasting them before allowing his tongue to join the fray and seek to mingle.

He lets Loki take the lead, but only for a few rocks of his hips. The boost is appreciated, but he doesn't need it. Not when he's fueled with the anger of countless disappointments, the miserable resentment that comes with being abandoned. Tesseract takes what's truly his, slowly lifting and dropping his hips at first, but then picking up speed as he works that cock he's missed so much. The aches in his knees and hips and back barely a blip as a new sort of adrenaline courses through his system. He keeps his hands on Loki, one splayed at his chest, the other bracing himself against a shoulder. Using his lover as purchase as he gets rougher with his rhythm, truly riding him like it's the last thing he'll ever do.]

[ Loki didn't know the depths this Mobius had suffered, no, he didn't know the cruel fate awaiting him. The trials and tribulations both of them would face when forced apart for the fate of the multiverse and time itself. For now, he was blissfully ignorant on what may have broken his partner in the future, and just wanting to put a smile or a look of fucked-out exhaustion back on his lovely face.

A whine locked in Loki's throat when Mobius set a bruising pace, riding the god as if the chair they were in was built to take the weight and abuse. Loki had zero issues once his mind was blanked with pleasure. Panting Mobius's name now and then as he shifted his hips to meet Mobius's downward thrust. The poor chair has no chance to survive this encounter.

Mobius felts glorious wrapped around him, slick and hot, moving with abandon. Loki's thoughts scattered all around. One hand still gripping his ass as he moved, the other moved to take hold of his length, not moving his hand yet. Just holding it in his grasp as he moaned out his name again, his back arching a bit. Not worried at all if his partner got him off quickly, he'd be fine to keep going.]

Edited 2024-04-10 23:24 (UTC)

[The chair creaks and rocks as they really get going, its legs threatening to buckle beneath them already. It was in bad shape to begin with, that initial slam against the wall making things worse. It won't be able to handle much more, its noises of strain more and more evident as they continue.

Tesseract moves forward with each downward slam of his hips, the seat banging back against the wall every time and forcing Loki along with it. His movements are quick and powerful with no sign of slowing down, his fingers digging deep into his prey like claws to keep him compliant - although with the way Loki's moving beneath him, rocking his hips upward and trying to match his rhythm, it's like he doesn't need it. It's cute - sweet, even - how easily he's playing into this rough treatment, something Mobius would never do for him before.

He's enjoying taking what's his. Feeling that cock he's missed so much fill him up over and over. Focusing on his Loki's beautiful face and the way it contorts with unbridled pleasure whenever his eyes manage to stay open. Arching to Loki's touches, drowning in the overstimulation of it all. It's so much at once he nearly explodes just as that hand wraps around his dick. He's twitching in Loki's hold, fluids dribbling hot. There's a whine from him and his hips buck harder, the fissures etched into his skin glowing brighter from the heightened arousal.]

[ Loki keeps moving, even if it's not needed, It's what he wants. To meet Mobius in the middle and keep seeing stars with each hard downward thrust. Yes, he knew this wasn't his lover's usual choice, but sometimes he enjoyed being used by a partner to get them off. It did a lot for him.

It was half of why he couldn't stop whining out Mobius's name. Mobius was pushing the god quickly towards his end, but he didn't care to stop or slow down to savor the feeling, no, he just wanted to keep his partner bouncing hard on him. He could try to use some magic to ease away the pain in his knees later.

All thoughts blanked away just as he started to pump his lover's cock in his hand. A yelp of surprise escaped as the chair gave way, sending both tumbling to the ground, the chair lodged under Loki. ] Forget it, keep going.

[ Desperation in his tone, and desire in his eyes, as Loki laid out on the ground, snapping, so the broken bits of chair stopped digging into his skin. Trying to pull Mobius back into place. ]

[That name. The more he hears it, the more Loki moans it into his face, the angrier he gets. It's subtle at first - until it's not. Until he's nearly snarling between heaves of his chest, the hand clawing at the god's shoulder slipping closer to his neck, blackened fingers twitching and desiring to squeeze.

He's so close. Hammering away at his most sensitive spot, fucking his aching cock into the other's hand. Drowning in pleasure and rage and sadness and desperation. Unable to parse through any of it as his head feels so heavy yet light at once all the while threatening to split. Like he's here but miles away.

The chair loses the fight, splintering beneath them, and his reaction is lightning quick despite his attentions being forced elsewhere. That hand leaves Loki's neck, a pulse of blue leaving his fingers to spread beneath the two of them like a blanket seconds before they hit the ground. It slows the process, makes things more comfortable. Less broken chair to worry about. All happening so fast that Loki's snap isn't even seen as redundant because this other power is hardly noticed.

He heard him, but he doesn't listen. Breathing hard, the sheen of sweat across his bare skin, the spots where the fissures throb with bright blue causing it to sizzle and evaporate instead of soak him. Running so hot, still joined with Loki to the root, not moving as he remains perched straddling his hips.]

[ That name was all he knew, he didn't know who Don is yet. Didn't know his lover would shed the name he loved so much, didn't know how much pain he had caused.

None of that mattered, not with Mobius riding him as if it was a one man show. How could Loki not keep breathing out his name as he bucked up into him until the chair snapped. He hadn't even noticed how angry his lover was getting. No, just assuming Mobius was really getting into it.

Not his partner's usual way. But, clearly he has had time to change. What made his eyes snap open more, blue baring right into his soul. That blanket. ] When... when did you learn magic?

[ He managed to rasp out as his back hit the blanket and bits of the chair moved from his own spell. His hand wrapped back around Mobius's cock. A slow rhythm stroked in as he finally paid mind to the fissures on his skin. ] Darling?

[ Trying to keep his hips still to give Mobius time was a Herculean feat, no he needed him to move, but he wanted to be good. Wiggling some but not thrusting. ]

Don't be so disrespectful. [He sneers when he says it, giving the base of Loki's neck a squeeze, fingers dangerously close to gripping somewhere more fragile. His touch uncomfortably warm as the rest of him heats up from the inside out. The pulsing isn't going away, nor is the swirling storm within his blown out pupils.] This isn't just some parlor trick.

[The look of sheer offense is wiped clear off his face when Loki's hand grabs for him again. Melting on contact, a loud whimper that sounds closer to a cry of sadness coming from deep within as he arches to the touch. He can't keep still, can't stay angry - not when his lover is treating him like this. It's the only thing he wanted, right? So why can't he enjoy it?

He chokes on a sob. No tears can form - they fizzle before they have the chance to drip from the corners of his eyes. He tightens that hold on Loki's neck, then he's back to business, dutifully riding him as his arousal slicks up the god's busy hand.]

Have I ever? [ Loki rasped out, as if he hadn't been disrespectful. To him magic was just as valuable as any other skill. He was a powerful mage after all. Better than any other in his mind at least. Yes, Mobius, his beloved, had taught him to live without it, but it was still part of him.

No words followed, as he moaned when those hands squeeze near the base of his neck. Arching some as the whimper of what felt like sadness nearly snapped him out of it. But, this Mobius was back to business.

Loki's breathing uneven, gasping with pleasure as he shifted, each movement of his partner's future body meeting the shift of his hips. Loki was so close as he kept working that slick prick in his hand. His thumb teasing the head any chance he could. ] Perfect, just like that.

[Tesseract can't help the chuckle of amusement that sneaks out between the wanton noises of desire he's choking on. What Loki asks might be a joke, might not. Difficult to tell in such an elevated situation, but it's humorous enough to distract him for the moment.

What he does - it isn't magic by any means. It's more basic than that, more crude. Manipulating the energy that surges through his system whenever it's needed. He can't create, can't conjure. No spellwork, no enchantments. Just vibes he draws from his cube, his cube from the fabric of the universe itself.]

Mmm. [A loud hum of approval, both his hands slipping closer to Loki's throat, fingers itching to sink in deep as he holds his lover in place beneath him. The hum dissolves into more chuckles, then outright laughter, the sadness that threatened to pull him under trace moments ago gone as quick as it came.

The praise that follows is the icing on the cake, and Loki gets the sweetest moan in response. One of pure, giddy excitement. Too many emotions, too much volleying back and forth without warning. It's confusing, overstimulating. But focusing on Loki - that helps. Immensely. The feeling of his cock, how it fits so nicely inside him. The feeling of his hips and how they snap upward, bouncing him in his lap. The sound of his voice. The look on his face. The way he's breathing, how quickly his pulse is thrumming beneath his blackened fingertips. They squeeze in a bit tighter as he braces himself, as he ruts himself into the tight curve of Loki's fingers, swollen and twitching and leaking more.

Tesseract is a heaving, panting mess as his hips rock even more erratically. Harder and faster, desperate to keep hitting that same spot over and over while meeting the skilled touch of Loki's fingers. It's exhausting, it's exuberant. A cry strangles in his throat and he clenches around his lover before spilling into his hand all searing hot and sticky.]

[ There was something so magical about the way that this other Mobius was moving against him, Loki moaning wontonly as he shifted his hips to meet every messy rock of the others hips. Loki was close and knew it, how could he not be?

Mobius was never this rough with him. While he had zero complaints about his love life, it certainly was exciting. Not something he craved often, but maybe it was just the rarity or the risk of being caught.

He certainly didn't want to be caught and hurt his mobius, but he clearly hurt this one at some point and if this rough ride helped ease his future lovers ire, all the better. As Tesseract ruts, Loki strokes him faster, feeling his end so close, zeroing in on that spot he knows drives Mobius wild. ] Perfect Darling, just perfection...

[ He gasps out, twitching within him. As the hot streaks hit his stomach and chest, the others end pushing him closer and closer to his own. Just a few more strokes before he choked on a moan and arched up against him. Spurt after spurt rushing into the body that used to be called Mobius.]

I love you, I love you... [He keeps repeating the words like a spell, choking on sobs and gasps of exhaustion as his body slumps. Hands loosen their grip on Loki's throat, shakily moving upward to hold his face instead, thumbs gently brushing those cheekbones. He wants the best look at his lover's expressions, just how the pleasure is affecting him as he's finally tipped over the edge and spills his seed inside.]

I love you s-so much, I'm so sorry... [He leans in and kisses Loki's breath away as he explodes, capturing those sounds he's making with his lips, soothing him the only way he knows how. Still repeating himself over and over between the gestures of desperate affection.

There are the tears. Small, almost unnoticeable. It took a while, but he's beginning to cool down. Just enough for them to form and remain and not fizzle away. Still gently pulsing that electric blue all over, but nowhere near as scorching hot as he was before. And despite the glow, there's a softness to him as he treats Loki so delicately, showering him with those little kisses and murmured apologies.

He's sorry he did what he did. He's sorry for so many things, for how he ended up this way. And he's sorry this has to be over, that he has to leave. They can manage a few more moments, but that's it. The anxiety's already sinking in. He shouldn't be here. This was already too much and he's crying and he can't handle it. Mobius is in control here and he's nuzzling away at his Loki's cheek, not wanting to linger too far from his lips, still treating them to as many kisses as possible.]

[ Loki's arms tremble, both returning to the other's hips, one messy, both shaky with the power of his orgasam. Sure, he and Mobius hadn't gone this far, but now he really knew it was possible, he knew of course it would happen. This suddenly felt a little like cheating to speedrun before he could experiance it with Mobius.

He loved the way they messed around, the looks on his lovers face, the way he was watched and adored, but this? Hearing the words? It made Loki want to roll them over and take this Mobius again. He didn't though, he needed too stop. To go find his Mobius before his libido costs him his lover. ] I love you too, Mobius, that will -never- change.

[ Staring up into his eyes as he shifts his hips, having softened enough to slip free from within the other. He snapped then, the fluids gone, sweat died up. Just a cool rush over his skin. Bite marks and bruises gone. Yet, the scent lingered more on Mobius than himself. Let this Mobius remember, but his could never know. ] No matter how far away, or what happened, believe me, I love everyone I have given part of my heart too. I will always be with you, even if you might grow to hate me.

[ Pulling him down for one more strong kiss, before he heard his name called in the distance. Pulling back sad blue eyes peered at him as if he was precious. ] I have to go...

Uh huh. [Loki is regarded with a sad smile. Mobius sighs, those blue eyes cooling off more as they commit even the tiniest detail before them to memory. Each line, each lash, each freckle. Thumbs still reverently stroking the god’s face. He heard him, he heard the words. They’re nice, but he’s not going to let them in. He’ll drown if he does, and he’s already too far gone. Worrying about how he’ll pick up the pieces along with his clothes before his walk of shame.

He’s tempted too - to stay here and continue this. The way Loki pulls him into another kiss nearly pushes him enough. So desperate and reckless, mind blanking as he loses himself in the affection until he hears his own voice calling Loki’s name. Mobius freezes up, and the expression on his face mirrors that of his lover’s as he pulls away.

He sits up, trying not to frown as he glances in the direction of voice His hands slip from Loki’s face, fingers taking in the feeling of that neck, those muscles before coming to rest on his chest.]

Yeah. Go. [And he gives a nod of his head that way. There’s a soft sniffle as he finally disentangles himself and gets up. He gathers his clothes, pulling his button-down shirt but otherwise choosing to remain naked as he walks away with everything else carried in his arms. He refuses to look back, doesn’t hesitate. Just keeps his voice flat and even and stoic.]

See you around. [A snap of his fingers and the energy binding Loki to the remains of the chair dissipates. As does any other evidence of Tesseract’s power. Almost like he was never here to begin with.]

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Goro Akechi | Persona 5 franchise | ota - m/m for shipping

Keith Kogane | Voltron | OTA - m/m

Levi Ackerman ( Attack on Titan)

Loki Laufeyson | MCU | OTA

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Tessa | Tales of Legendia OC | OTA

Nara Shikamaru | Naruto

Nanami Kento | Jujutsu Kaisen

Liora (Human AU) | Flight Rising