Loki is injured but wants sex anyway
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No, Loki.”
“Please, daddy?”
Mobius slammed the file he’d been reading onto the table to glare at the infuriating god before him. Loki was biting his lip, his hair out of its usual style and framing his face like he knew Mobius liked.
“Stop. Asking,” Mobius ground out. Loki leaned back in his chair with a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why not?” Mobius bit back a laugh at his petulant tone.
“Because you almost died, Loki!”
“Yes, but I didn’t. I’m here now!” Mobius shook his head, exasperated.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured. Loki perked up. Mobius pointed his finger at him. “That was not a concession!” Loki threw his head back with a groan. Mobius huffed a laugh at his dramatics and stood up to leave the kitchen, but Loki grabbed his hand before he went and made Mobius face him. He tilted his head back to meet his gaze and hooked his fingers under his waistband.
“Would you let me suck you?” Mobius sucked in a sharp breath. Loki bared his teeth in a grin. “It won’t hurt me, and you’ll get to have your cock down my throat. Does that sound agreeable?” Before Mobius could answer, Loki leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above his hips. Mobius clenched his eyes shut, trying to hold it together, and then he felt Loki’s hands slide up his thighs. Before they could reach their destination, Mobius grabbed a fistful of Loki’s hair and yanked hard. Loki gasped in surprise, and then his eyes fell shut as he let out a filthy moan. Mobius took the opportunity and quickly stepped away. Loki sighed and put his elbow on the table, propping his head up on his hand.
“You…” Mobius began, voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and tried again. “You are injured. You are healing. We are not having sex until you have recovered.” He hoped his voice was firm enough to belie his visibly hard cock. The way Loki’s eyes stayed locked on his crotch was quickly dashing that hope. He decided to try another tactic. “Loki, kitten, please.” Loki straightened up at his soft tone and met his eyes. Mobius gave him a gentle smile and stepped close. He took Loki’s face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling away when Loki tried to deepen it. “I love you, babydoll, and I want you to feel good. That’s why I wanna wait until you’re not hurting anymore.” Loki reached up and wrapped his hands around Mobius’s wrists.
“What if I want it to hurt,” he breathed. Mobius’s breath hitched. He cleared his throat when Loki’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
“Not like this.”
“I can take it, Mobius. I’m not some weak mortal,” Loki bit out angrily.
“I know, Loki. I know you’re not weak. But I’m still not going to fuck you until you’ve healed,” Mobius said with finality. He gave Loki’s cheek a stroke with his thumb, and then he turned and walked out of the room.
Loki sat on the bed in the room he shared with his lover and chewed on his thumbnail, leg bouncing as his mind raced. He’d been wound up ever since their mission. His brush with death had left him surging with life, and he needed to feel and be close to the man he loved and experience the ecstasy of living.
If only Mobius would just work with him.
He knew Mobius loved him and only wanted to care for him, but he wished this one time that he’d put that aside and fuck him till Loki was senseless- until all he could feel was pain and pleasure and life.
He looked around the room, trying to make up a plan, when his eyes settled on the box at the back of the closet. A grin broke out on his face, and he slowly rose to his feet, wincing at the pain in his ribs.
Mobius heard the bedroom door open behind him while he read on the couch.
“How ya feeling, Loki,” he called without looking up.
“Wonderful, actually.” He smiled as he glanced up when he heard Loki step into the living room and had to do a double take.
The god’s hair was hanging around his face in soft waves, and he was wearing one of Mobius’s work shirts. It was just long enough to brush the tops of his thighs and cover what was between his legs. There were only two fastened buttons. He wore nothing else. Mobius swallowed hard as Loki sat on the very edge of the recliner’s armrest, crossing his ankles and smiling at him demurely. He knew with certainty that if Loki were to sit in the chair, his shirt would hike up and show everything.
“Loki,” he started, voice low. Loki hummed and leaned back, the shirt rising dangerously. Mobius thought he saw a hint of lace. Loki raised his hands and started fiddling with the cuffs.
“I like wearing your clothes,” he said simply. “Makes me feel like I’m yours.” Mobius closed his book and reluctantly set it aside, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any more reading done in the foreseeable future.
“You are mine, Loki.” Loki smiled at that. That softened something in him. He sighed and waved him over. “C’mere.” Loki happily made his way to him. Mobius reached up and gently ran his hands over his sides. Loki shuddered slightly but made no other movement. “Still hurts?” Loki hummed.
“Not as much as you’d think.” Mobius raised his eyebrows, and Loki huffed a laugh. “I’m serious, Mobius. It’s not that bad. Your insufferable medical staff is at least somewhat competent, I suppose.” Mobius snorted. “Can I sit here,” Loki asked after a moment, gesturing to Mobius’s lap. Mobius leaned back to give him space, and Loki gingerly straddled him.
“You know what I said, Loki,” he murmured, his hands rubbing soothingly over Loki’s bare thighs. Loki ignored him and undid the buttons he’d fastened, letting his shirt fall open and pulling his hands up his thighs. Mobius glanced down and immediately regretted it as his cock jerked in his pants.
Beneath the shirt, Loki wore a white lace thong with a little silk bow at the top. Mobius had bought it for him during one of their apocalypse vacations and had quickly pulled it aside to fuck him against the beach house window.
“Loki,” he groaned.
“I have a proposition for you,” Loki said with a sly smile that Mobius didn’t trust. “If I can ride you for five minutes, you have to fuck me.”
“Loki,” he started again, but the god placed a finger over his lips.
“You don’t have to put your cock inside me.” He paused, thinking. “Well, you can if you want to.” At Mobius’s unamused look, he laughed slightly. “Just let me grind in your lap. Let me feel your hard cock through the lace,” he murmured, sliding a hand down to rub himself. Mobius’s hands tightened on his thighs. He pulled his hand away and continued in a breathy voice. “I promise to stop if it’s too much.” Mobius took a deep, steadying breath and though he desperately wanted to, said nothing. Loki grinned triumphantly. “I knew you’d see reason,” he whispered before grinding their hips together.
They moaned in unison, and the grin quickly fell from Loki’s face as he moved his hips against him. Mobius kept his gaze locked on Loki’s face, searching for the slightest hint of discomfort. No such expression came, and, after a minute or so of desperately trying to hold it together, he finally let his eyes slide down Loki’s body. He did his best to ignore the bruises and barely healed gashes on his abdomen and instead looked at where their bodies pressed together. Loki’s cock was straining against the thong, precome staining the fabric. Mobius couldn’t resist rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock. Loki stuttered a surprised whine, and Mobius brought his thumb up to his face.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmured before sucking his thumb into his mouth to taste him. Loki whimpered, and Mobius thought he was going to go insane.
“Mobius,” Loki panted. “Please. Please fuck me. I need it.” Mobius dropped his head onto Loki’s shoulder, trying to restrain himself. “Please, sir.” Mobius bit Loki’s shoulder hard, and the god’s hands flew to his head, pulling him closer as he cried out. “Mobius, sir, fuck me. Fuck my ass or my throat or whatever you want. You can jerk off on my back if you want. Anything.”
That was Mobius’s breaking point.
He yanked Loki’s hands down and pulled away from him. Loki froze.
“Up,” he ordered. Loki started to scramble off of his lap before remembering he was fucking injured and slowed down, allowing Mobius to help slide off his lap. Mobius stood up after him and shoved him lightly towards the bedroom. “Go.” Loki went as fast as he could without hurting himself. Mobius couldn’t help his quiet, affectionate laugh.
Once they’d reached the room, Mobius decided to punish Loki for all his pestering by stripping his clothes off as slowly as possible. If he tried to assist Mobius, he’d slap Loki’s hands away. When he was finally naked, he climbed onto the middle of the bed and leaned back, reclining against the headboard. He gestured Loki over and helped maneuver him between his legs so that his back was to Mobius’s chest, his head resting back on his shoulder.
“You drive me insane,” he murmured in his ear. Loki hummed.
“And you love me for it.” He nipped Loki’s ear playfully, making the god’s breath hitch.
“You’re not going to move your body unless you feel discomfort, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Loki breathed.
“If you move for any other reason, I’m gonna stop and will not touch you again until every bruise and cut is completely faded.”
“I understand.”
“You will tell me if you feel any pain at any point. If I find out you did not, I will punish you. And not in a fun way.” Loki nodded in agreement. Mobius sighed and pressed a kiss to Loki’s temple. Then he reached down and grabbed him through the lace.
Loki’s gasp quickly became a moan at the touch, and he practically melted against him. Mobius smiled as he felt an answering heat course through his body.
“You like that, pussycat? Is this what you’ve been trying to get from me?” He reached under the waistband and pulled Loki’s cock out, giving it a rough stroke.
“Yes,” Loki panted, body trembling from the effort of not moving. Mobius brought his free hand up and wrapped it around Loki’s throat. The god groaned and reached to grab a fistful of Mobius’s hair.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Mobius warned, even as his eyes rolled back at the tug on his scalp.
“I won’t,” Loki gasped. “I won’t. Please don’t stop.” Mobius let out a harsh breath and sped up the movement on his cock while squeezing his throat rhythmically. Loki was falling apart, a near constant stream of moaning and cursing and pleading falling from his lips.
“You have no idea how much you affect me, Loki,” Mobius growled in his ear, trying desperately to keep his hips still so he wouldn’t jostle his lover. Loki’s hand tightened in his hair, and his other came up to cover the hand on his throat, keeping him there firmly. “You’re just a slutty little pussycat, and I can’t even keep myself from touching you when you almost fucking died.” Loki’s moans got louder at Mobius‘s words, and he knew the god was close. He ran his tongue over his neck, sucking hard on the skin. Loki pulled him closer. “As soon as you’ve fully healed, I am going to use you. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight. I’m going to fuck your throat ‘til it’s raw.” Loki was nodding along, frantically voicing his approval. “But first,” Mobius spoke directly into his ear, “I’m going to make you as desperate for it as you made me; suck you until you’re aching and then leave you like that, finger you wide open for me, and then leave you empty. I’m not going to fuck you until you’re nice and pretty and crying with need. How does that sound, babydoll?”
“Yes, please, gods yes,” Loki cried out, and then he was spilling all over Mobius’s hand. Mobius licked the tears that had slid down his cheek as his orgasm wrecked him. Once the aftershocks had passed, Mobius brought his hand up to his face.
“Look at the mess you made.” Before he could continue, Loki grabbed his wrist to pull it closer and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Mobius groaned brokenly at the feeling of his tongue lapping at him- at the feel of his throat working beneath his hand to swallow his come. “Fuck, kitten,” he hissed. Once his hand was clean, Loki pushed it away.
“Come on my face,” he begged, voice cracking. Mobius had zero fight left, so he moved out from under him as carefully as possible and made sure Loki was comfortable on the pillow before quickly undoing his pants and pulling his throbbing cock out. He was aching, so it took only a few strokes before he came with a broken moan, getting as much in Loki’s open mouth as he could manage.
Once he finished, he flopped back on the bed with just enough care to not shake the mattress. It was quiet for a few long moments as they struggled to catch their breath. Then Loki’s voice filled the room.
“Did you mean all of that?” Mobius laughed at the delighted enthusiasm in his voice.
“Whatever you want, kitten,” he agreed, knowing now that there was absolutely nothing he could deny the god.