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That's how Mobius fucks him: rough and impossibly fast, as if he has a train to catch in less than five minutes. He has Loki fully folded in half over his mattress, a solid grip around his neck to keep him from making too much noise, the lights all turned off in that dark room. He thrusts into him with a breathtaking, nearly brutal rhythm.
And Loki can do nothing but just lay there and simply take it, knees pressed against his shoulders and head thrown back in bliss, a desperate mantra of choked off "ah-ah-ah-ah-ah"s escaping his sore throat.
He fucks him like he's a chore, like he's another one of those jobs that he has to quickly get it over with, like he's a secret…and in a way he is.
But that's why he loves it so much.
Their noses are pressed together, their faces nearly smashed against each other, and when Mobius growls Loki can feel his teeth baring right against his lips. And he moans languidly at that, like a cheap whore putting on a show for a stranger in a dark and isolated motel. It drives Mobius wild; the way his raven hair falls over the mattress in dark, messy curls, the way his eyes glow bright as he looks up at him, the way his pink lips part so desperately, begging for a kiss.
Mobius pushes forward, hitting even deeper inside him as he slides his tongue inside his mouth and finally shuts him up with an obscene kiss. They make out desperately, humming and whining at the feeling of their tongues meeting, swirling together dynamically. He picks up that brutal pace again, balls obscenely slapping against his tender ass, Loki's rim swollen and squelching wet with each potent thrust. God, the noises are so awfully explicit. « God, you're so fucking tight and wet I wish I could stay inside you forever » he then whispers filthy in his ear. Loki moans desperate and high pitched at that, like the whine of a kitten, eyes nearly going crossed from how deep Mobius was inside him now.
« You'd like that, uh? » Mobius keeps going, « You'd like to be my tight little fuck toy, always so dripping wet and warm for my cock to fuck- Nghh, whenever i like ».
« God, yes! Yes, please! » Loki cries back, thighs shaking, « Fuck me like I'm your personal sex toy, Mobius. Fill me up- f-fuck...! Use me! Plea-...».
Mobius immediately shuts him up again by pressing a strong hand over his mouth and nose, instantly cutting off his air and turning him obediently quiet.
« Keep it down, kitten » he murmurs against his face, « Remember what we said about not being too loud when the kids are home? ».
Loki's pleading eyes are shiny and deep as he looks up at him and nods in submission, brows furrowed as he silently begs to be released. Mobius has the benevolence of granting him that wish, at last releasing his mouth and then smirking with satisfaction the moment Loki lets out a big gasp.
« Now, are you gonna be a good whore and stay quiet while i rearrange your guts? Mh? » the man asks.
Loki seals his lips shut and nods desperately, hips slowly shaking to silently coax him into resuming his previous brutal pace. And Mobius obliges, hips going back into pistoning inside him.
Loki feels his heavy cock hitting all the right places inside him, the bulbous head stirring his guts so deliciously, each vein and ridge pulsing, his balls pressing so tightly against his ass. His eyes cross again and he literally has to fight his own instincts to avoid moaning aloud again. Instead Mobius brings both palms around his throat and chokes him lightly again, just to hear him wheeze and gasp for air. Loki feels in heaven, he sees fireworks behind his closed eyelids and there's a burning volcano ready to erupt in his abdomen.
He's close, God, he's so close, one more thrust and-
« Dad? Dad, are you in there? ».
Loki's eyes shoot wide open at that voice, his blurry mind instantly turning lucid. Fuck, it's Kevin, Mobius' kid…the oldest one too. The demigod turns dead silent, staring up at Mobius like a deer in the headlights while the man is basically looking back at him just as scared. Their bodies are frozen in place, Loki's chest is the only thing still heaving at this point.
« Dad? »
« U-uh…y-yeah kiddo? I'm in here, what's up? » Mobius says from inside the room. Thank God the door was locked.
« Sean and i were wondering when we could have dinner, we're kinda hungry »
« O-Of course, kiddo! I'll be downstairs with you guys in a sec to make you lasagna, sounds good? »
There's a threatening silence before the child finally replies: « Ok, cool! Uh…what are you doing in there anyway? Is that strange, very tall guy still with you? ».
Mobius closes his eyes for a split second, probably questioning his morals at this point, « Uhh…y-yes, he's still in here, daddy is having…a very serious talk about work with him right now » he explains, « Go tell your brother I'll be out soon to make dinner, alright? Daddy will be out soon, promise! ».
The kid seems to linger next to the door for just a few more seconds before suddenly scrambling away, the stairs creaking with his distancing footsteps. He's gone…
Mobius pinches the bridge of his nose with a tired sigh, « I really should be hiring a babysitter » he groans.
« Maybe Daddy should simply be more careful with the company he brings back home at night » Loki murmurs with a slight smirk, not sure if it's too soon for him to joke about what just happened.
But Mobius doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary, something seems to spark in his eyes the moment Loki calls him that way. « Shut up, you little minx » he growls with a smooth roll of his hips, « Daddy is still not done with you yet ».
And then he suddenly grabs Loki by the hips and manhandles him into a straddling position, Loki suddenly finding himself sitting on Mobius' lap, his strong arms locking him in a solid grip. Fuck, this way he can feel his cock hitting him even deeper, his guts so full he might go insane.
Mobius then roughly slaps his ass before murmuring « You better hurry up and make yourself cum, princess. Daddy hasn't got all night ».
Loki wastes no time in following his orders, arms coming up to rest over his wide shoulders for balance as he suddenly starts bouncing on his cock, eyes trained on his. They look at each other with devotion, open mouths pressed against one another, tongues lapping against each other. Loki uses all the strength left in his thighs to bounce up and down on his cock, rolling his hips and meeting each one of Mobius' thrusts with a wanton moan. In return, Mobius slaps his ass every now and then to remind him to keep his fucking voice down, teeth biting into his neck just to prove the point.
« D-Daddyyy » he cries, « I'm so- Ahhh-...so fucking close, mhhh- ».
Mobius grabs him by his milky thighs and only starts bouncing him faster on his dick, strong hips bucking up to fuck him even deeper. The mattress underneath them makes obscene creaking noises with the rhythm of their rough fucking; God, he hopes the kids downstairs are too distracted by the loud videogames to notice.
« Fuck! Take it, fucking take it you little variant whore » Mobius growls breathless in his ear, nearing the edge himself, « Take my fucking cock like the cum-thirsty bitch you are ».
Loki sobs at the unhinged dirty talk, his own dick twitching violently against his slim stomach. Fuck, he's there, he's almost there, so so so close.
It's when Mobius suddenly grabs his thin waist and brutally slams him all the way down on his cock that he finally finds release. The tip roughly hits right against his prostate, turning his vision blurry and instantly making him see stars. Loki's skin rapidly turns blue-ish and his eyes go red as he melts with a languid cry, jaw slack and head thrown back as he spurts cum all over Mobius' flexing stomach. Mobius isn't too far behind, nails digging into the flesh of the demigod's ass as he finally shoots his load inside him, filling him up at last.
The two remain in that position for a while, writhing and gasping for air like they had just ran a marathon. Loki falls forward and rests his sweaty forehead against Mobius' shoulder, slim body completely boneless. Mobius tenderly caresses his ass and back with his palm in return, mindlessly drawing circles on his damp skin. « Sorry for how i called you before…y'know, with the whole 'variant' thing » he whispers, « It was a poor attempt at dirty talking…meh, maybe I'm just too old for this stuff ».
Loki shakes his head with an exhausted laugh, « No no it's fine, it was actually fucking hot. I liked it ».
Mobius gently lays back against the mattress and carefully brings Loki down with him, the demigod resting on top of him with his head pressed against his sweaty chest, their legs tangled together as they cuddle. « I'm also sorry about the thing with Kevin earlier » he adds, eyes pointed at the ceiling, « I really should've told them to play in the backyard for the evening ».
Loki slowly gets up on one elbow to better look at him, one delicate hand coming up to mindlessly play with his chest hair, « Don't ever apologise again about your kids being around the house when I'm here, Mobius. You know i love them ».
Mobius chuckles, « I know I know, it's just…we can't keep hiding the things we do in this dark room while they're downstairs completely clueless, wondering what their dad might be doing every week with that goth guy from work ».
Loki smirks; it's a devious, mischievous smirk that he always does whenever he wants to tease him to get what he wants. « Perhaps daddy could find some other place to bring his personal variant whore to fuck » he purrs, « There's just so many places and possibilities on that Tempad. Unless… daddy secretly prefers to fuck in his ex wife's old bed because he likes the idea of the neighbors and friends possibly seeing a divorced family man suddenly bringing home a fresh, charming young man like a brand new trophy pet? Is that it? ».
Mobius slaps his ass in retaliation, « Hey! Watch that smartass mouth around daddy » he warns with a playful smirk, « I don't like that bossy tone, princess. You better keep those lips shut when making assumptions about daddy ».
« Oh yeah? » Loki coos, « Then why don't you make me, daddy ? ».
Fuck, Mobius feels his cock –still snugly lodged inside Loki– suddenly twitching back to life with interest at those words. « Why you flirty little-...».
Mobius is on the verge of grabbing Loki by the hips and bending him in half over the nearby cabinet to fuck that smug little grin off his face once again when he suddenly hears a loud thud from downstairs and then a yell that instantly freezes him in place.
« Daaaaaad! Kevin broke the vase in the living room again! ».
Mobius groans, his erection instantly dying by the ruined mood. But Loki understands, he smiles softly before cupping his face with both hands and leaving a tender kiss on his lips. Mobius looks up at him with an apologetic stare but Loki already knows what he wants to say, « It's ok, tiger, don't worry. Same time next week? You know I never have any plans ». Mobius silently nods and looks up at him like a sad puppy as the demigod slowly gets up from him and begins to pick up his scattered clothes off the ground, gradually putting them back on.
He gets up too and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, staying silent for a few more minutes before finally finding the courage to eventually ask: « Hey uhh, Loki…i was actually wondering…uhm…you wanna like…stay over for dinner? With me and the kids? ». Loki instinctively turns around to look at him in surprise, eyebrows raised and eyes glowing.
« I'd…I'd actually love to ».
« Y'know what? Y-You don't have to answer the question right now, just…think about it, alright? I'll just be here in case you ever-...».
« Mobius, i said yes! I'd love to! » Loki smiles tenderly, hands fidgeting with excitement. Mobius seems incredulous by his reaction, « I…wow, really? This is great, I mean…hah, I'm so glad! It would really mean a lot to me if you stayed, I'd feel bad bringing you here just to fuck and then kicking you out as if you didn't even-...».
Loki interrupts his nervous ramblings by gently lifting up his chin and pressing his lips against his into a soft kiss. « I wouldn't miss this for the world, my love » he murmurs once their lips part.
God, the things Loki does to his heart.
« C'mon now, you better hurry up and get dressed, daddy » he teases with a wink, « We have a lasagna to make ».
Mobius can't help the dumb, dreamy smile stretching over his face, « God, this is why i love you so much ».