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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Kinktober 2021

MC4A: Fireworks [Color Me Citrus; Kaunaz; Bang Bang]

Other Challenges: Kinktober Day 3: Ass Worship; Hair Pulling

Word Count: 1,421

Author's Note: I thought I'd try my hand at a Dom!Loki and a jealous!Loki all in one neat little package. Who would've thought that Mobius liked to be handled so? :p

Warning Tag: Ass Worship; Anal Fingering; Rimming; D/s Elements; Restrained; Role-Reversal

Worshipping Punishment

Mobius had Loki pinned under him on his TVA-issued bed, lips locked on his as if air wasn't a requirement for either of them. He pressed his body roughly against his, pressing him into the unmoving mattress while sucking the last bit of air from his lungs. Loki hadn't seen Mobius so worked up like this before and was behaving quite erratically and desperate to dominate. Well, Loki had an inkling as to what caused this predicament and was going to change this little game of his handler's on him.

Breathless, Mobius finally pulled back to suck in heavy gulps of air through swollen, chapped lips. Loki does the very same, allowing his eyes to scan over the agent's face while recuperating. He could see there was something bothering him, but Mobius had mastered masking himself like he so skillfully did as well.

"Is something the matter?" Loki asked, keeping his voice from sounding too breathless.

For added measure, he slid a hand that was resting on a hip up Mobius' side, tracing across collarbone before lightly grazing across his jawline. There was just the faintest of stubble there, a sign he'd been frequenting the timeline again. Gestures like this tended to help ground his Dom when he was stressed, and this was like one of those times, but he was hiding it in desperation instead.

Mobius leaned into his touch, turning his head to kiss Loki's palm before slowly shaking his head.

"No. Nothing. I just want to feel you… All of you," Mobius whispered.

"Did your superior deny you something?"

His ocean blue eyes glinted at that and his demeanor stiffened. "Might want to hush up before I make better use of that mouth."

So it was about the Judge after all. Loki could sense there was something private going on between them at some point if the interpersonal tension that radiated in the air whenever they were around each other had anything to go off of. Figuring out that Mobius would go to her to conduct special punishments for whatever reason had something flare up in his chest.

It sparked in his eyes, melding with that fire, and he moved to brush his lips against Mobius' ear to coax more from him. "Mm, it is quite tempting. But I have other plans for my devious tongue."

Mobius stilled when Loki pulled back and lightly bit his bottom lip. He kept his hand against his cheek, lightly tracing a thumb over the side of his jaw.

"What are you up to, Loki?" he asked, suspicious.

Loki's smirk only broadened.

Mobius stared at him, trying to decode what Loki was scheming. Curling his fingers around Loki's wrist, Mobius pulled his hand away from his face and moved it up over his head. He pressed his body against Loki in the process, stealing a light kiss while he fiddled with the cuffs Loki inadvertently tucked away during a mission and rigged to the bed frame. Loki smirked against his lips, feeling Mobius go still when the clicking sound was heard and the cool metal was around his wrist instead.

"How about a change of direction, hmm?" Loki purred as the other cuff clicked into place, securing Mobius' wrists above their heads instead of his own.

Loki grinned deviously at the surprise on Mobius' face. Usually such an act of disobedience from him resulted in the more enticing punishments. But this time Loki wasn't seeking that and was certain Mobius wouldn't mind it so much once he got started.

Sitting up on his elbows, Loki was mere centimetres from Mobius now, eyes flickering with that same fire that burned at the jealousy of what he discovered.

"Why go to her to conduct your discipline when you have me?" he questioned calmly, yet his voice hinted something else deep in the undertones.

"You jealous…?"

Loki slapped his clothed ass, startling Mobius to shift on his knees.

"You're my sub. She's my..."

Loki kissed him before he could finish, sliding a hand through his short silver hair, he pulled Mobius' head back some and spoke against his mouth. "My dear, I am capable of so much more…"

He slipped out from under Mobius then, silently working him out of his slacks and boxers before pressing down on his lower back, commanding him to lay on his stomach and off his knees. Loki straddled his thighs, gently working and massaging Mobius' naturally taut ass. His handler didn't protest any of it, either, telling Loki everything he already knew.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a remarkable backside?" Loki asked, voice raspy. "It would be so easy to get a nice, delicious shade of pink on it should I desire. Is that what you'd like, pet?"

Mobius only let out a muffled moan. He must've buried his face in the pillow, meaning that he was yearning for punishment for something that happened on that mission Loki was barred from attending. The Judge did not deliver it to him, however, with reason Loki didn't really care to know.

Loki gave Mobius a good swat in return, causing him to shiver at the contact. He smirked, shimmying down some to position himself better.

"But I don't care what you did wrong that would require discipline. I think, instead, I'd rather offer you something else. What do you think?"

Loki leaned down, nuzzling against the curve of Mobius' lower back and over the firm roundness of his cheeks. He nipped at one side while still sliding his hands over them, making Mobius buck against him.

"Has anyone ever worshipped you like you properly deserve, Mobius?"

He saw him shake his head. "No."

Loki kissed his lower back, sliding a wet tongue down and between his crack while spreading his cheeks wide. He could hear Mobius panting, shifting his arms around some. He was muffling his groans into a pillow again, but Loki would let him for now. Loki nipped at him, enjoying that shiver that raked over Mobius when he did. He dug his manicured nails in, leaving light pink marks across his lower back, hips, and ass. Trailing kisses in their wake.

"Loki…" Mobius whimpered. "Please…"

"Safe word?"

He shook his head immediately.

Loki felt him tense under his touch, but he leisurely continued his slow delectable assault on his handler's ass. Kissing, licking, nuzzling, massaging, and scratching the responsive, pinkening and bruising flesh. He hummed in question at Mobius' mewling and broken whispers of his name. He knew what he was asking for, but denying him provided his own little form of punishment.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

He didn't get a response, so Loki slid two fingers down the valley of his spread cheeks, grazing over the puckish hole hidden there. Mobius let out a loud gasp at this gesture.

"Are you liking this?"

"Fuck me," Mobius was heard saying into the pillow. "Yes."

Loki teased his rim, dipping just the tips of his fingers in briefly before sliding them away. Lowering back over him, Loki gave no warning and slicked his tongue over Mobius' hole. His body jerked in response, and Loki slapped the side of his ass hard in turn.

"Fuck, Loki!" Mobius hissed, his breathing labored.

"Ah, so eager aren't we?" Loki replied, slapping the other cheek equally hard.

He continued to tease, setting Mobius' body to tremble from it, and when he finally decided to gently probe with his fingers and tongue for several long seconds did he hear their safeword being rasped out.

Loki slid his body up Mobius' back, pressing his groin against his ass as he combed his hand back through Mobius' hair to pull his head back, nibbling at an ear.

"Are you going to go to that tyrant for this anymore?"

"N-no…" Mobius breathed out.

"Is that a promise?" Loki whispered, trailing a hand up Mobius' numb arms to release the cuffs.

"Yes… I promise," he stammered, grinding his ass into Loki in reassurance.

"Good pet," Loki purred, releasing the cuffs and shifting to sit at Mobius' side.

He promptly collected an arm in his hands, gently massaging feeling back into it while Mobius remained pressing his forehead into the pillow, teeth clenched, his breaths heavy and whistling through parted lips, his other arm laying limply above his head.

Loki tilted his head slightly, finding the overall response to him switching on Mobius fascinating. He hoped that the agent would be just as receptive to round two once his arms regained proper feeling and blood flow.