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When Loki had agreed to indulge Mobius in a kink or two, he wasn't expecting to end up suspended from the ceiling and snug in rope.
Loki isn't a stranger to the art of rope tying—he’s indulged many of his previous partners in the act, though usually he’s the one doing the bondage. He hadn't, however, expected this to be something Mobius was interested in, nor had he accounted for how skilled he would be at it.
So, he finds himself here, arms pulled behind him, his forearms crossed across his lower back, rope intricately woven and tied around his wrists and biceps. It wraps around his shoulders and torso, stretched out across his chest and grazing his nipples as he sways in place, light zings of pleasure rippling across his skin from the friction. The bundle of interlaced fibre comes together in a complicated knot behind his head, leading up to the anchored ring on the ceiling that Loki is securely tied to. Loki must have seen it before—he’s been in Mobius’ apartment many times before this. Now he wonders how he could have walked right past it so many times and failed to consider its use.
His feet still touch the ground, though based on the sure efficiency with which Mobius had bound his arms, he's sure the man has the skill to fully suspend him if he wanted to. Loki watches with a smile and a glint in his eye as Mobius pulls another bundle of rope towards them, considering his next set of knots.
He supposes with unknown quantities of time on your hands and enough curiosity, anyone could learn to become a master—but Loki has a feeling that this is the first time Mobius has been able to put his knowledge into practice, if the growing bulge in his work trousers is anything to go by. Still, his movements are confident as he kneels in front of him and begins to wrap more of the deep green rope he’s chosen around his hips.
Mobius barely glances up at Loki’s face, though he really wishes he would. Being trussed up like this is lovely, he must admit—the feeling of the rope sitting snugly against his bare skin is strangely grounding, and Loki feels secure and looked after in a surprisingly intimate way—but he craves more of that attention from his favourite agent. Loki understands why he won't look though, catching the pink flush of the man's cheeks and the slightly glassy look of lust in those bright blue eyes every time they accidentally make eye contact. Loki can't help but grin at how affected the man is from simply wrapping him up like his own personal gift.
Loki is affected too, his cock half hard and bobbing in front of Mobius’ face, naked and fully bared. Mobius has remained fully dressed, the only thing he’s removed being his jacket, which lays across a chair nearby. There's something extra thrilling about being so exposed when your partner isn't, and Loki is never opposed to being the center of attention.
He can feel himself slowly getting more wound up, especially with every brush of Mobius’ fingers against his skin, and every sharp tug of the rough rope. Loki sways on the spot as Mobius pulls the knots taut, rope biting into the meat of his thighs as he continues lower, wrapping it around his knees and forcing his legs snuggly closed. He doesn’t have to be, but Loki finds himself on his tiptoes, letting his body move with the tension of the rope above his head, completely trusting of it.
As he leans forwards to tie the last bit of rope up and out of the way, Mobius presses a kiss to Loki’s hip, the slight scratch of his moustache against sensitive skin making Loki’s breath hitch. It’s soft and domestic in a way Loki isn’t expecting, and it sends a shiver shuddering through him.
Slowly, Mobius moves to stand, taking a couple of steps back to admire his handiwork. Loki preens under his appreciative eye, arching himself subtly to show off the long lines of his body and the delicious way the rope indents his skin. Mobius smiles, taking it all in before he finally looks Loki in the eye properly. Loki swallows hard at the heat that greets him there, Mobius’ pupils blown wide with arousal and pleasure.
“Perfect,” Mobius mumbles, eyes trailing down his body again. “Just lovely…” He steps closer, ghosting his palms across the ropes and Loki’s skin, barely there touches that make Loki tense and squirm regardless, until he finally lays firm hands on his hips. He turns him leisurely on the spot, the way he’s tied up making it effortless to shift his weight on the balls of his feet and make him rotate, giving Mobius an exquisite 360 view. He stops Loki when he’s faced away from him, a hand sliding down the length of his back and settling over the round flesh of his ass. Loki tries to peer back over his shoulder, and Mobius simply offers him a wordless smile before gathering his long dark locks into his free hand tightly and turning his face away. Loki hums in approval, strong fingers clutching near his scalp and sending ripples of tiny shocks down his spine. And then Loki is gasping loudly as a hand strikes him, the sharp sting of Mobius’ palm on his ass cheek skittering across his skin.
Mobius pauses, waiting for any sound of complaint before doing it again, the palm of his hand colliding with the other cheek, a distinct crack echoing through the room. This time Loki moans, leaning forwards against the ropes holding him up and presenting himself further, tugging against that grip on his hair. Mobius’ smile stretches into a grin at his reaction, pressing his face into Loki’s neck and taking a breath, before slapping again.
Warm palms alternate between hard spanks and gentle taps, broken up by Mobius smoothing his hand soothingly over the quickly pinkening skin. He reduces Loki to a groaning panting mess within minutes, not able to tell where the next strike will land or its intensity, making him tense and shudder against the confines of his rope prison. Each shock of pain makes his cock harder, his head spin, his body shake. Loki is thankful for the ropes, they hold him up entirely, making it so he doesn’t have to think about anything but the glorious burn of Mobius’ hands against his skin and the pressure at the base of his skull.
He whimpers softly as another clap sends pain shooting across his skin, the now raised hand-shaped welts across his backside throbbing and hot. Mobius pauses, lifting Loki’s bowed head by his hair again and forcing him to look at him. The cheeks of Loki’s face feel almost as flushed as his ass, and his green eyes are heavy and slightly wet from screwing them shut. But he still smiles back at Mobius as their eyes meet, a blissed out, lazy grin that makes it clear that Loki is exactly where he wants to be right now.
He’s pulled into a heated kiss that he eagerly returns, opening his mouth for Mobius to lick inside of as he groans wantonly. Fingers sink into the sensitive flesh of his rear, short nails biting into the skin as he pulls Loki’s weeping cock flush against Mobius’ clothed one, making Loki choke and hiss into his mouth. By the time Mobius pulls him back, they both look ruined, lips swollen and glistening with spit as they stare at each other with open desire.
“Good job, sweetheart,” Mobius praises softly, his voice gruff with arousal. “Hang in there for me.” And Loki just nods, holding Mobius’ eye this time as his hand starts the same disjointed pattern of strikes all over again. Or at least he tries to hold his eye, but the slaps to his already sensitive and abused skin make his eyes go wide, before they screw shut once again.
Loki can’t control the noises he’s making, loud yelps and groans pulled from his chest with every swing of Mobius’ hand, gasping breaths of relief as he slows, rubbing a hand across stinging skin, the feeling both soothing and painful all at once. And he can’t control his movements either, his body naturally trying to pull away from the sweet torture and being unable to. He writhes and wriggles on the spot now that Mobius’ fingers are no longer threaded in his hair, cupping at his chin instead. He keeps him looking at him and occasionally presses placating kisses against that open and panting mouth.
“M-Mobius, please.” Loki whines feebly as Mobius’ hand lands again against the now faintly bruised skin.
The fingers at Loki’s face glide over his cheeks, thumb swiping at the tears gathered in the corners of his eye as he stares at his crumpled, sweating face. “I've got you, Lokes, it's okay.” Mobius’ voice is velvety and smooth, still sounding so even and put together, a striking contrast to the desperate breaths falling from Loki’s mouth and puffing across his face. But then that makes sense, between the two of them Mobius has always been the one more in control, as much as Loki would like to think otherwise. It’s why Loki had allowed this in the first place, why he trusts Mobius implicitly, and why he forces his eyes back open now to stare resolutely back at his captor.
Mobius grins, pride and appreciation lighting up his face at Loki’s compliance. He presses another kiss to his lips, hand trailing away from his face and down his body, until his fingers brush against the weeping tip of Loki’s cock. “Oh, sweet thing…” he coos as Loki splutters and gasps. “You gonna come for me, hmm?” His hand hovers against the underside of Loki’s cock, letting it rest in his palm but not giving Loki nearly enough pressure.
Loki cries out as he strains to try to press into that hand, to find the sweet release he craves, but the ropes don't allow it. Every thrust of his hips just makes him sway further away, and Mobius doesn't move to help him. Instead, he just watches, eyes bright with wonder and excitement as he watches Loki flail himself towards an orgasm. Every clench of Loki’s body as he drags his cock across that hand has delicious pain shooting up his spine, the sore and aching muscles of his ass pushing him ever closer, until finally Loki finds himself crashing over that edge with a wail. His body spasms, cock jumping against Mobius’ hand as it shoots rope after rope of hot cum across his fingers. He finally takes pity on him as he wraps his hand the rest of the way around him, milking the rest of the orgasm out of him with slow strokes. Loki shakes and then goes limp against the ropes, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. But Mobius is right there, stroking a hand through his hair as he comes down, muttering words of praise and comfort to him.
“You did such a good job. So beautiful. So perfect.” Loki swallows and leans into that hand with a soft whimper, and Mobius nods. “Okay, let’s get you down,” he chuckles, pressing one last kiss to his face.
Loki knows Mobius will continue to take care of him, will help ease him from the ropes and lay him down, will soothe his bruises with cool balm and hold him in his arms. He doesn’t even have to ask, because deep down he knows Mobius will always take care of him like this, and Loki will endeavour to do the same for him as well.
While Loki hadn’t expected this from Mobius, he finds himself more than pleasantly surprised, and he can’t wait to see what else his lover has up his sleeve.