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 4: Spanking; Role Reversal

Word Count: 1,040

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

Reversing the Role

Loki finished working blood flow back into Mobius' limbs and pulled the agent to rest his head on his lap instead of the pillow. Combing long fingers through his hair, Loki lightly scratched at his scalp. He liked it when Mobius did this with him, and was pleased to see that his handler fell into subspace just as easily as he did with the action as well.

"You did so well," Loki said soothingly. "Would you like to have a proper reward?"

"Mm what is that?" Mobius murmured, slitting his eyes open just enough to look up at Loki. "Thought that was it?"

Deft fingers started to pluck open Mobius' shirt buttons, freeing him from the concealing fabric but kept the gaudy sienna-colored tie around his neck after pulling it free from under the neckline.

"That was only the beginning. You'll just have to wait and find out, my little pet," Loki purred back, leaning down to steal a kiss from Mobius' chapped lips.

His hands slid over Mobius' bare hips, reaching further back to grip at those delicious, plump cheeks. Loki moved then, causing Mobius' head to slide off his lap so he could place himself back on top of the agent's thighs.

Mobius' breath hitched at the change of positioning, seeming to eagerly anticipate what was to come.

Loki started massaging his ass again, spreading them in the process. He wished he had a harness to keep them firmly rounded and spread, but he'd just have to make do without. Mobius resituated himself to press his forearms into the mattress along with his forehead. Loki could hear him panting through clenched teeth again; the man was yearning desperately for this; it was a wonder how he became a Dom in the first place. Though, he was a soft one, allowing Loki to top as a bottom fairly frequently and effectively get what he wanted most of the time in general.

"I am confident that your superior has never performed this on you, has she?" he questioned, taking two spit-slicked fingers and gently sliding them into Mobius.

"N-never like th-this," he breathed out, trying to wiggle his lower body against the intrusive digits.

Loki spanked him soundly at the action. "Ah, my sweet. You shall not demand. I want you to beg for it."

He slipped a third finger in now, feeling him quiver at the extra addition, but his hole relented in stretching quickly, much to Loki's surprise. Perhaps Mobius lied to him about what the Judge performed on him. He didn't sound like he was...

"You wish to take me?" Loki half-whispered, probing against Mobius' prostate. "All of me?"

"Yes! Fuck!" Mobius hissed out, fists gripping hard against the sheets.

Loki spanked him again, nice and hard just because, watching as his handprint outlined the impossibly tan skin there. He pressed his digits in just a bit more, working them just so to encourage proper stretching before removing them to undo his trousers just enough to release his very needy cock. Moving off Mobius and back to the bed, he nudged the agent's shoulder with an elbow, prompting Mobius to look up in question.

"I want to see you," Loki said, grabbing his shoulder with a clean hand to pull at an arm. "I want to watch you ride me."

Mobius didn't have to be told twice. The agent quickly repositioned and all but forced Loki's back against the headboard, kissing him fervently as he eagerly obliged. His body shivered when Loki's leaking cock grazed against his hole, and he slowly eased himself down on his length, eventually taking all of him as promised.

"There we go, my pet. Move on me, use me. Don't be afraid, I have you."

Loki rested firm hands on Mobius' hips, encouraging him to shift around, to rise and fall…

It was clear now Mobius hadn't had this before, being so wound up and needing to be properly handled in order to simply blank out and surrender. The knowledge that Loki was able to give this to him simmered out that jealousy he harbored against the Judge and whatever she did that Mobius sought her for. He'd make sure that exchange would cease immediately, for his handler shouldn't need to seek service from another. He could be commanding and strict and was more than capable of providing the kind of practice Mobius would respond best to, even. He doubted Mobius would object to switching on occasion, either. Not after this experience.

Mobius groaned, sitting up with his back straight, appearing to try and contain his inevitable euphoria since only minutes had passed of him working himself on Loki's cock. Loki pulled on the tie then, urging the agent to come closer, forcing him to move down, pressing his cock deep. Loki captured the heavy moan, slipping a hand between them to press the overly sensitive and weeping cock against his still-clothed stomach.

"You may let go, my sweet little pet," Loki whispered in an ear, gripping his hip hard with one hand and sliding the other slowly down his length. "I have you…"

Mobius buried his face into the crook of Loki's shoulder, a deep guttural moan escaping as Loki felt his seed explode onto his shirt. He gave a quick couple of thrusts while milking Mobius dry to reach his own release, but Mobius had not moved from his position once they rode through their high and he started softening in Loki's hand.

Warm breaths glistened the skin on Loki's shoulder, mixing with the sweat on Mobius' brow. After a few silent beats, Loki wrapped a delicate arm around his waist and simply held the agent for several seconds.

Mobius finally managed to move off Loki, though he never fully let go and still kept his head nestled against Loki's shoulder as he, too, sank into the mattress. Mobius' body went limp once he resettled in the new spot, and Loki wrapped the arm he rested against back around his side.

"Never go to that tyrant for this again," Loki said, tone commanding and chest growling in warning.

"Yes, sir," Mobius mumbled, sleep edging the sarcasm in his words.

Loki only smirked, giving Mobius one last thorough swat in response.