Loki stode into the interrogation room, a stern expression on his face. "Prisoner Mobius?"
Mobius looks up, the chains secured around his waist and connected to his wrist clanging loudly against the cold metal table as attempts to stand. "There's been a mix up, I would never-"
"I am not here to listen to your excuses." He places his hands on his hips, the utility belt shifting. As he turns his badge gleams, fastened tightly to the tan and blue uniform he wore. A name tag opposite of the badge, embossed with his name.
Mobius lets out a frustrated huff, though his eyes do sweep across the lithe figure. "Then what the fuck are you here for!" He tries to keep the tremor of arousal out of his voice, eyes continuing to wander.
"Sir, calm down." Loki says sternly, reaching for his stun gun. "I am going to be escorting you into the prison. If you don't behave you'll be put into isolation."
Mobius sags physically into his seat, head held low as he realizes there was no way out of this situation for him.
Loki relaxes and eases the man up and out of his seat, marching him out of the interrogation room and towards the back of the facility.
They move through the process of getting Mobius's mugshot, gathering his fingerprints, as well as collecting the clothing he would be changing into. When they reach the private area where searches were done Loki locked the door behind them.
While they make their way through the halls Mobius brushes up against Loki as much as possible. Whether through the brush of a hand or the graze of his body, he rubbed his skin across the material of the uniform.
Mobius looks around surprised when he hears the click of the lock. "O-officer?"
Loki's stern expression turns teasing. "How about you go ahead and strip for me?" He leans against the wall, grabbing the box of gloves and pulling them on. "You know how these things work? I need to check you…everywhere."
Mobius feels his face heat, shame filling him as he squirms. "H-how am I supposed to do that while still handcuffed?"
Loki spreads his legs, pointing his hip toward Mobius. "You just have to get my key.. with your teeth. "
Mobius closed his eyes and had to keep from laughing, knowing that if he broke character Loki would call an end to their little game.
"But isn't that improper?"
"Oh, are you resisting a lawful order?" Loki raises a singular eyebrow.
Mobius shakes his head and moves forward, bending down and grabbing the key with his teeth. He feels the cheap polyester of the uniform rub against his nose as he grabs the key, the small of freshly washed material wafting into his nose.
He stands up straight, keyring clutched between his teeth.
Loki makes quick work of uncuffing Mobius, pushing him over to the table and leaning over his back. He scoots close to his ear, breath curling around the appendage . "Time for your cavity search."