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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Term 14); Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4)
Hogwarts: Auction D15A1 ([Dynamic] Praise Kink)
MC4A: Ship War (Agent's Variant [SpMic2-Radio]); Garden (Citrus Scale [Grinding]; Citrus Sale [Pillow/Cushion]; Fruit Stand [Rubbing]); Fireworks (Color Me Citrus); Chimera (Hugging; Protection); Link (Same Ship Type)
Author's Note: This is a sequel of sorts to Beauty in Destruction but plotless. Yup. It's just them doing what they do best, not keeping their hands off each other. Enjoy
Word Count: 920
Warning Tag: Smut; Grinding/Dry Humping; Making Out
Of Apologies and Praise
"I'm sorry," Loki muttered out into the silence between them.
Mobius lifted his head up to look at Loki, taken completely off guard by the apology.
"I ruined your only favorite thing you clung onto for your entire life. It was stupid and selfish."
Of course he was still dwelling on the jet ski incident. He wasn't going to deny enjoying himself at the time, he really did, it was the almost dying part he could've gone without. Of course, it was something that Mobius should have been prepared for hanging out in an apocalypse with the God of Mischief behind the driver's seat through the entire outing.
Mobius looked around the empty office space before he straightened up in his seat. He reached out for Loki's arm, giving it a gentle pull. Loki looked at his hand before meeting his soft gaze silently asking him to move closer to him.
Loki stood up and stepped into Mobius' personal space in the cubicle. He kept his eyes on him, and Mobius smiled lightly in return, hand still resting on his forearm.
"There's no need to apologize," he said gently.
Mobius swiveled his chair so that he was facing Loki, urging him onto his lap to which he easily obliged.
"If anyone should be apologizing, it's me," he continued, combing a hand in Loki's hair to stroke his scalp with his fingers as if petting a cat.
Loki turned into putty almost immediately, straddling Mobius' lap and pressing himself against him. Their faces were dangerously close now, and Mobius felt the piercing emerald eyes scanning every inch of his relaxed expression.
"For what?" Loki managed to ask, words coming slow as he gave into the subspace.
"For making you think you did something wrong," Mobius clarified, pulling Loki in so he could kiss his forehead. "You deserved the thrill that came from that wildly reckless stunt. In the aftermath, and overlooking the almost dying part, I suppose I quite enjoyed it myself. It was certainly one of the top three most exhilarating things I've experienced so far."
Mobius continued to stroke Loki's hair and scalp, prompting Loki to rest his forehead on his own and close his eyes, soaking in the contact.
"So far?" Loki murmured.
"You really know what gets the adrenaline pumping," Mobius uttered back, hearing that sharp intake of breath in turn. "A little brush with death never hurt anyone, and I trusted you through it."
"And I you," Loki replied, shifting himself a little bit closer on his lap.
"But you know what?" Mobius asked in a half-whisper, not expecting a response. "I never got to thank you properly for convincing me to go out and do it in the first place."
"And how does that one go?" Loki questioned, eyes slitting open to stare into the swirling blue of his own eyes.
Mobius inclined his head so his lips brushed against Loki's. He continued to half-whisper against them, slipping his free hand around Loki's waist to pull him even closer, wanting to feel him pressed against his lower stomach.
"You were amazing out there on the water," Mobius said, sliding his hand from Loki's hair to the nape of his neck. "How you handled that contraption so expertly, so skillfully, it is quite admirable."
Loki smirked at this, gripping the sides of Mobius' shirt at the hips, he tugged the fabric from his pantline so he could slip his hands under it. Cool hands soaked in the warmth of Mobius's stomach and he shuddered from it.
"I can handle much more just as expertly," he said in a hushed voice against an ear.
Mobius pressed his hips forward some, wanting to feel himself grind against Loki's arse. "Oh, yeah?"
Loki's fingers wandered over to his belt, plucking it loose along with the button and zipper. A hand slipped in between the waistline, just barely able to tease the hardening flesh hidden there. Mobius' eyes fluttered closed when Loki proceeded to thrust himself against him, capturing his lips to stifle the groan that escaped. The chair creaked in protest under their weight and jerky movements, but they didn't care at the moment.
"You're so precious," Mobius said in heavy breaths, resting his hands over Loki's hips, feeling how they slowly moved over him, grinding against him so deliciously slowly. "So perfect…"
Loki's breath hitched at the praise. He delved his face into the crook of Mobius' neck where he took in his scent and left feather light kisses against his throat that caused him to shiver. Mobius gripped Loki's hips and continued lavishing in the makeshift lap dance. Occasionally Loki moved in a way that had his groin slide against his arse and Mobius had to catch his breath in order to not moan.
"Ah, yes. Just like that, gorgeous. Keep going like that," Mobius whispered, shifting himself slightly for better placement.
Loki gripped his face in his, kissing him roughly as he continued to grind so deliciously well against him. His hardness pressed into Mobius' lower stomach and ground his arse against his cock. He let his gasp go unchecked as Loki split his mouth open with his tongue.
"We should move this away from here lest someone barge in," Loki said against Mobius' mouth. "Wouldn't want to bless them with a show…"
Mobius fumbled for the TemPad on the desk, taking his other hand to press against Loki's chest to push him away just enough so he could operate the device.
"Perhaps you are right."