Author's Note: I am so proud of this chapter. I hope I did it justice because blending canon in with filth is such a fun little challenge because I decided this thing needed a little bit of plot? Well, it is there regardless.

Also, I am running wild with how these memory time doors work and having so much fun with it. But, just like Loki, I still have no idea how any of it works ha! Let us pretend that I do, though, because all we have is the one time prison Loki was subjected to and he was able to interact with a very real recreation of Sif kicking his ass to the floor so, so many times, why not have them interact with other things as well, yes? Also, color coded doors to indicate the good/bad memory it pulls from. Mmhmm... why not?

Anyway, enjoy!

Warning Tag: Heavy BDSM elements; D/s Dynamics; Pain Play; Sensual Play; Reward Play; Sex Toys; Rimming; Blow Jobs; Multiple Orgasms; Delayed Orgasm; Anal Sex; Bratty sub

Word Count: 6,917

Playing with Control

By no real surprise to Loki or even Mobius this time, they ended up being extra late the following morning. Luckily it went unnoticed by those who mattered, but the unfortunate need to skip breakfast in favor of getting cleaned up was a necessity for them both. The mild pang of hunger wasn't enough to quell the giddiness that had Loki unable to sit still, though. Not only did he not have to sleep alone again (Mobius was a cuddler, something that surprised him a bit at discovering), allowing him for much needed rest, they were going to be skipping lunch too in favor of actually testing out his theory. He made sure to not do anything out of line, at least throughout the morning, that would have Mobius change his mind about the very huge rule breaking plan he was about to go through with. Being on his best behavior was essential.

Of course, he was stuck behind a desk while Mobius wandered off somewhere or another yet again. He honestly wasn't even sure he did any work at all considering he was occupying the workspace as of late. Loki had already rummaged through everything he could at the cubicle by now, finding nothing interesting besides the jet ski sports magazine tucked away in a drawer. It was a different one from the one back in the apartment at least, but he was still getting bored, and Miss Minutes' voice had long since been tuned out as she blabbed her way through yet another video.

Strong hands slid across Loki's shoulders and collarbone, something that had him tense up at the contact. The monitor was remotely turned off at some point, taking the projection of Miss Minutes away as well. After realizing that he was the only one left in the office space did he relax into the touch, knowing that it was Mobius.

"Ready?" he asked, lightly massaging his shoulders.

Loki smirked, getting up almost immediately in response. "I have been ready all morning."

"Well, that makes one of us at least." Mobius dug his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight in nervousness. He still looked a little green around the collar. "Let us just get this over with, yeah?"

Loki could not stop grinning at the outcome. He was right, he figured out something Mobius couldn't, and he was going to relish in it for as long as he could because of it. Not even the miniscule layer of soot and ash that clung to him could bother him right now.

He swaggered through the TVA, tailing a very flustered Mobius who practically bolted back to his desk only to collapse onto the chair, expression still etched with utter shock. Their little field trip took no time at all and they were still alone in the office space. Loki beamed beside Mobius, overloaded on serotonin. He could barely contain his need to devour Mobius right then and there, instead he settled on a very delicate touch to the nape of his neck, caressing the crook of his shoulder with a thumb. Mobius shivered against the contact.

"Care for lunch? There is still time," Loki pointed out, though there were several other things going through his mind besides food. "We'll both need our heads for this new revelation."

Mobius sighed loudly, leaning into Loki's touch for a moment, soaking in how relaxing it was making his otherwise reeling mind. "...Yeah. Let's go."

They walked there in silence, though Loki kept glancing at the still shell-shocked Mobius beside him. He was quite wound up from the outcome, and Loki could only conclude that it was because after however long his handler had been working in this cult-littered Hel hole, his life had been thoroughly shaken today after witnessing a major flaw in their flawless security and monitoring of order and time.

Grabbing whatever and finding a seat as far away from listening ears as they could, Mobius idly picked away at the chicken lettuce wrap while Loki thoroughly enjoyed a bowl of fruit salad topped with whipped cream and mixed nuts.

Having a need to hear Mobius say something, Loki locked his attention onto him. "You are lost in your head. Care to divulge?"

Mobius seemed to have snapped back to the present when Loki gently nudged him with a foot.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" Loki prompted again, glancing over the perimeter before lowering his voice and leaning in. "You are going to attract attention with that blank-shocked expression."

"Right, yeah. I'm good." Mobius shifted some in his seat, focusing back on the meal in front of him. "It's just… now that we know this little snag in time, we still have no idea where the Variant is hiding."

"Surely there aren't that many apocalypses—"

"There's millions."

Loki clicked his tongue, setting his jaw from being interrupted. "Not every single one can be used. We just need to simply narrow it down like we were doing already."

Mobius chewed thoughtfully, nodding along. "They would have to be naturally occurring. Nothing can survive it, so genocides and wars are out."

"Wars count?" Loki questioned, quirking a brow.

"They're Class One or Two depending on casualties. Genocide can be up to a Four on average. Well, until Thanos."

Loki felt a cold bite snake down his spine at the name, involuntarily shivering. The sickening feeling was from what he did to Jotunheim at the mention of genocide, he was sure.

"Right. Makes sense."

"Anyway, it needs to be naturally occurring, sudden, no warning or survivors. Possibly an area with sufficient resources. So…" Mobius said, stretching the 'o' out while leaning back into his chair, loosely crossing his arms as he chuckled. "Unfortunately your whole Asgard analogy can't actually happen, or at least the part where you mess with the Hulk because he survives."

Loki rolled his eyes at the playful jab. "I was still right."

"Half right."

He glared at him. "But still right. I thought I explained rather well, considering."

Mobius only stifled a laugh at that, busying himself with his lunch.

Loki gave him a look before deciding to finish his fruit. He could feel Mobius' eyes on him again, quite liking the undivided attention, but he decided to meet his gaze only after finishing the fruit salad.

"What?"

Mobius got up, waving a hand before heading for the elevator, not even bothering to clear his tray. Not like Loki did, either, finding that slight rule breaking from his handler alluring. Once Loki caught up to him, they waited until they were in the privacy of the elevator before Mobius had him up against the wall and ravishing him relentlessly. He was all teeth and tongue, nipping, biting, and sucking on whatever flesh Mobius found with his mouth. Loki barely managed a breath between the oral assaults, but relished in his hot breath mixing with the coolness of his own.

He pulled him even closer by the tie when Mobius tried to pull away to claim his neckline again, keeping them locked in the fervent kiss between heat and ice. Loki pressed his body against the unmoving form of his handler, wishing to feel between his legs with his thigh—it was delightfully hard. They finally broke apart after what felt like several minutes, gasping, flushed, and bearing swollen and bruised lips. The energy that swirled around them pushed to overwhelming levels that Loki started to yearn for more.

Mobius recovered the quickest, straightening himself up and adjusting his askew tie. Loki cleared his throat, blinking slowly at him as he slowly righted himself. Still hovering close, Mobius looked up at him and smiled, it went straight into his eyes. He grabbed Loki's arm at the elbow and gently pulled him along.

"Got to try and keep focused just a little longer," Mobius said so casually as the doors opened in front of them and they walked out like nothing had happened. "Quicker we get a dent in these apocalypses, the faster I can provide you with a proper reward."

That was more than enough for Loki.

The tower of files surrounding them were starting to get claustrophobic, and they only kept growing as Loki and Mobius discarded yet another apocalypse onto the reject piles. Loki dwindled his attention down to nothing else but the pen he idly flipped between his fingers and watching Mobius from across the table. His handler met his gaze when he flipped the manila envelope closed.

"This is getting us nowhere," Loki drawled.

"Come on, just hold out for another hour, can you do that?" he asked, dropping the file he had in a pile. "More we get through now the better for us tomorrow."

Loki pushed his swivel chair around the table to Mobius' side then, getting an exasperated sigh from his handler when he scooted into his space. "You use these terms as if time actually moves the same way as a normal place does here. Why is that?"

Mobius slowly shook his head, reaching for another file and handing it to him. "Just keep looking, alright?"

Loki took it and immediately tossed it on the desk, taking the liberty of sliding a stray hand over Mobius' outer thigh, resting it just beside his hip where it remained. The agent stiffened slightly at the contact before relaxing immediately after, Loki pretended to not notice anything while skimming the file he was handed.

"Testing me hasn't dealt you very good results so far," Mobius said, tone laced in warning.

"I'm afraid I do not understand your meaning," Loki replied, barely sparing Mobius a glance before shifting his hand inward just a bit more. "Care to elaborate?"

He was bored. Disobedience tended to catch his interest when he got bored, like pushing boundaries and testing others. Mobius obviously knew all of this as well based on how he responded, not wanting to be bothered by it but playing the enforcer anyway. The slightest flex of his fingers brushed against the fabric over his groin and was just as quickly removed by a firm hand.

"Can't keep it together for a second longer, can you?" Mobius hissed under his breath, giving the librarian who walked by a pleasant wave and smile. "Boundaries, remember?"

"Yes, yes. Boundaries, cooperation, trust." Loki sat back in his chair, putting distance between them, though Mobius still had his hand. "Training videos, the mission. How could I forget when it's drilled into me at this point?"

"It's our primary objective," he reasoned, letting Loki's hand go. "Can't always be fun and games."

"I beg to differ," Loki muttered, invading Mobius' space once more. "I distinctly remember you encouraging fun on that list… Why not focus on a different objective that is far more entertaining?"

Another librarian showed up, prompting Loki to drop his voice even more. "I say that we've achieved a job well done here already, why not take that in stride before it simmers out?" Loki reached for Mobius' head then, plucking something from it. "Besides, you still have ash in your hair."

Mobius looked at the chalky substance in Loki's pale hand and let out an audible sigh in defeat. "Always willing to use that silver tongue, huh?"

The route back to the apartment was quick and there was extra effort made to not have any elevator repeats, either. Loki kept a respectable distance between them, even following the no shoe rule and toeing them off almost immediately after he entered the room. Removing the jacket, he tossed it over the chair and flopped hard on the bed, forgetting that it was practically made of bricks. Mobius mimicked him, delicately laying his jacket over Loki's before moving toward him.

"Your bed is atrocious," Loki muttered, shifting to look at his handler.

"Weren't complaining about it last night," Mobius deadpanned, still standing while fiddling with his TemPad.

"My back says otherwise," Loki snapped back, sitting up to try and see what he was doing.

"Well, I can offer you a better one if you want."

A vibrant green door appeared in front of them, it was far more colored than the other one that took him to his chambers on Asgard. Loki vaguely pondered the meaning behind it before getting up and inspecting the door briefly. Mobius pressed a hand to his lower back.

"Shall we?"

They entered and the large space that dwelled within it was quite... something. The room was dimly lit to set a certain mood, the emerald walls were barely allowed to show off its color in it, and the black floors ate whatever light there was from them, only lazily reflecting back a little in the gold streaks in the marble. The center of the room had a raised platform where a four-posted bed stood, donning gold drapes tied back to the intricately carved dark wood frame and shimmering black and green sheets that laid on it. The frame had eyelets and carabiners riveted into it in certain places. The matching end table had a large pitcher of water resting on it with two glasses, dew already sliding down the outside and the ice cracked as it slowly melted that Loki curiously took in, wondering how that would work in a memory. What really had Loki's attention was the walls were lined with several different whips, paddles, cuffs, ropes, blindfolds, gags, restraint contraptions, and various assortment of toys displayed on shelves. Mobius had wandered over to a wardrobe in the far corner when they first came in, leaving Loki to gape at the room he hadn't seen in quite a while.

"Mobius?" he asked, still looking around as he headed for him only to stop dead on the platform and beside the end table.

His handler was missing his shirt and was wrapping a cream-colored sarong around his waist that ended at the knee. He side-stepped to face Loki as he tied it at the hip, making the slit part at the outer thigh. Loki tilted his head at the sight, he hadn't seen the agent's legs unclothed until now and wasn't surprised to see they were sun-kissed and lightly toned as well. He grazed his teeth with his tongue, quite liking the little treat, and he finally met the blue eyes staring back.

"Yes?"

"What poor sod did you pull this place from?" he asked, loving to play naive at times to test him as he averted his attention to the water pitcher he lightly poked.

"I believe this one came a week before the Cooper stunt," Mobius supplied, reaching back into the wardrobe. "It was a time where you seemed to really dig in and explore a lot of the exotic gifts the Pacific Northwest had to offer during your 'preparations'."

"Ah, yet another thing the TVA decided to overlook, then," Loki jabbed back.

"No harm in discovering new things about yourself." Mobius tossed Loki a couple of items. "Put those on."

He caught the fabric with one hand, giving a roll of his eyes at the answer he was given. The TVA made less and less sense the more he learned about it and the arbitrary rules they followed that determined what was and was not considered inappropriate. The cloth was quite soft, a deep shade of green with a gold shimmer to it. He found the idea of it being only from a memory but still very real in his hands a bit jarring. It was meant to be used for a sarong as well, and the second piece he knew was a chest harness. Mobius busied himself walking around the space, inspecting the tools and the hardware laden about. At least he now knew where Mobius got all his knowledge from that made up their contract and shook his head at that, letting out a quiet chuckle.

Dressing down quickly and tossing the TVA clothes into the wardrobe, Loki approached his handler quietly, like a cat stalking a mouse. He stroked light fingers up Mobius' arms, pressing his chest into his back when he caught a fresh dose of the musk lingering on his neck. It was extremely fresh, making it easy to soak up the scent of sea salt and sandalwood with a touch of flora. He could get drunk off this alone now that he could pinpoint the smell properly. It was the scent of a tropical beach with the breeze of the ocean.

Mobius turned around to face him, holding a crop whip with a wide leather end on it. Loki didn't bother giving him space, too enthralled with his aroma to want to back away.

"Shall we?" he asked, placing the end of the crop under Loki's chin.

He gave a slow nod, feeling the resistance of the crop with the motion.

Mobius placed a hand on his chest, covering the eyelet ring centered there, and pressed into him as he stepped forward, silently commanding Loki to step back until they were standing at the base of the platform at the foot of the bed.

"Safeword is?"

"I won't need it," Loki said, smiling devilishly.

"Suit yourself. It's still there anyway." Mobius waved his hand toward the floor, indicating something. "Well?"

Loki stared at him, unmoving.

"Resume your role."

He chuckled then, smirking wickedly and stepped toward him. "Why don't you command it?"

Mobius' eyes glinted at the challenge. "Kneel."

"No," Loki said defiantly, eyes blazing, taunting.

He didn't care if that tidbit was in the contract he agreed to, he did say he wasn't going to play nicely or fairly, after all. Mobius needed that pushback to keep him on his toes.

The crop licked harshly against the backside of Loki's knee, causing him to buckle from it briefly. Before he could get back to his full height, the crop hit the same spot again thrice more and Mobius grabbed a shoulder and pressed his arm against his chest, pushing his weight into him, forcing him downward when he caved into the pain a second time. Loki's knees hit the cool black marble floor and was kneeling before Mobius seconds.

"Stay put."

Mobius released him and walked slowly around him, Loki watching with dangerous eyes as he did so, not allowing the toned legs of his handler to distract him. That is until the crops end rested over a cheek and pressed into it, urging him to face forward and was only removed once Loki complied. Mobius proceeded to slide the crop end down his neck and over the shoulder, tracing across the lines of his shoulder blades where the leather straps of the harness laid over and met on an eyelet in the center of his back. A quick snap of the crop there had Loki straighten his posture, resisting the urge to shiver from the stinging sensation. It was soon followed by similar swats to his biceps, and Loki reluctantly complied with Mobius' silent commands to present himself the way he wished him to by resting his hands over his thighs. He refused to look to the floor, however, instead looking straight ahead, trying to track Mobius with his peripherals.

"Better," Mobius said, inspecting Loki's position. "Now, what to treat you to first…"

"You," he replied immediately, already feeling that burn in his core.

"Ah, but what is the fun in that?"

"Everything."

Loki felt Mobius' hand comb deeply into his hair, gripping it firmly to pull his head back, inclining his neck and attention to him. Blazing eyes locked on each other, and Loki's hand twitched involuntarily when the back of his head now rested against Mobius' thighs. He wanted to relish in touching his legs with his hands so badly.

"How about exercising some trust?" Mobius said, pulling a silk blindfold from his waistband and stealing Loki's sight away with it.

Loki sucked in a nervous breath, but the reassuring brush of fingers against the nape of his neck after Mobius secured the strap in the back, keeping his hair free from it, had him slowly release it. His hand slid down to Loki's upper back, grabbing the eyelet and pulled him to his feet with it. Mobius guided him toward one of the outer walls where he made quick work of turning him around and latching something behind him to the harness. Loki tested it with a pull, but Mobius pressed a hand to his chest and captured a wrist in the other, pulling it up over his head where his hand slipped through a soft cuff and his wrist was quickly restrained.

"Mobius…" Loki said, voice wavering some but didn't continue his train of thought when his other wrist was secured.

Mobius traced a finger down his jawline, grazing across his lips. He felt him standing very close now that Loki could feel the heat from his skin and the puff of his breath on his face.

"You okay?"

Lok nodded after a moment, settling into the limited… everything. He keyed into his hearing instead, picking up the controlled breathing from Mobius and the chink of the restraints when he shifted his hands. Mobius' fingers drifted down his neck, across his shoulder, over his chest, leaving a warm, tingling feeling behind as he continued to roam all over his upper body with the tips of his fingers. Loki could hear his heart beat in his ears mixing with the breaths he tried to keep steady. The touch was soon replaced with a cool, soft, pliant leather. It traced up his inner leg, slipping between the part of the sarong in the process. Loki gripped his hands tightly when the crop licked across his sack and lower shaft before just as quickly flitting away to explore elsewhere.

He could sense Mobius was very close to him now, the scent of musk making him drunk off him alone. He couldn't anticipate anything about to happen, and he didn't really care at the moment. The sudden snap of the crop striking his hip had him jerk in surprise, quickly followed by a warm, slick tongue to soothe the sting away. A second bite of the crop on his ribcage had Loki suck in a shuttered breath that escaped in a moan when Mobius followed it again with his tongue. He didn't know where it would strike again, only hearing the quiet hiss of it through the air before it made contact with his flesh, and after the dozenth random strike that met with his shoulder, Loki was already reduced down to panting as the residual sting tingled all over him. Mobius lingered on his shoulder, nibbling away the pain.

"Ah!"

Three sudden spiking bites snaked up Loki's leg then, and he gasped out loudly from it. He felt himself tremble when Mobius' mouth found the fiery trail, soothing it back with the heat from his mouth. The pattern continued on the other side, but Loki only hissed this time as he struggled to keep himself from buckling with the overload sensation it resonated with.

Mobius didn't stop his wandering mouth at the crops impact this time, instead his hands trailed up Loki's legs, mouth following up one side as the fabric was hoisted up as well. Loki panted heavily, unable to see so his other senses went into overdrive, soaking in every fluttering touch and burning kiss as they came and sending the sensation throughout his every nerve. When the cool air hit his cock did he fight against the restraints, wanting to be free in order to touch Mobius. Cling to him. To feel his warmth and deceptive strength on his own skin.

"So impatient," he heard Mobius say, and the hot tongue that followed up his inner thigh had a whine escape him.

Seeming to know that Mobius was so close, his hands were firmly planted on his hips and no doubt his forearms held the cloth up, but Loki didn't care at the moment and jerked his hips forward, feeling himself deliciously brush against the stubble of Mobius' jawline.

The open-handed slap against his inner thigh was just another shot straight to his core.

Mobius didn't find the gesture too appalling, however, as he so gracefully slid his lips down his length right after and took him fully. He didn't stay there long, however, only seeming to gauge him slowly and carefully before withdrawing, leaving Loki to snarl at him by the cruelty.

"Bloody tease," he spat, tilting his head to follow his footfalls on the marble floor.

Soft rummaging of things came next before Mobius was back in front of him. He shifted himself as best as his restraints allowed him in mild nervousness.

"What are you doing?"

Mobius offered him a chaste but reassuring kiss, pressing something circular and another thing with a rounded, cone-like point against his chest for a moment before he pulled back, whispering, "Trust."

Loki snapped at him, a futile attempt to try and catch Mobius' lip but was met with dead air as he felt his hands crawl back up his legs once more. His cock was weeping freely now, and his breath hitched at the cool exposure once the fabric was moved. A cold, wet sensation slicked over his shaft that followed with something being fed over it and pressed firmly at the base of his cock.

"Almost there," Mobius whispered, nearly startling Loki by his breath tickling at his ear.

When did he stand back up?

"Wh-what?"

But he got no answer, insead a metal noise was heard from behind him and he was forced to turn around, twisting his arms in the meantime above him. His chest was now latched to the carabiner on the wall and he rested his sweat-lined forehead against the cool metal, taking in the soothing relief. Mobius released his wrists and Loki immediately let his arms drop. He reached behind him to touch his handler to no avail.

"You're doing so well."

The words of praise only caused him to groan, feeling his cock twitch from it. His arms weren't free for long, now caught in more restraints fashioned at the sides. He felt very vulnerable now with his back to Mobius, shackled and useless, unable to see. Taking in a shaky breath, he swallowed down the panic and uncertainty, not wanting to give into the weakness. It allowed Mobius to resume the teasing pattern he'd done earlier with the crop. Bites of leather targeted various areas of his back, the sting melting into pleasure almost instantly and followed by light kisses and tongue. All of his concerns quickly forgotten, he strained against the cuffs when Mobius repeated the three strikes on each thigh. Soon it was followed by his hands stretching up his legs and collecting the shimmering green-gold fabric on his forearms again.

Loki felt a shiver run up his spine when Mobius started massaging and nuzzling his arse. When he spread them wide a clipped whine escaped through gritted teeth. He couldn't fully anticipate what was to happen next, but Mobius' methods were thoroughly driving him mad with pure lust. A breath was caught in his chest when a hot, wet tongue trailed around his rim not once, but several times.

"Fuck, Mobius!" Loki hissed out, not daring to repeat his action from earlier in jerking his arse into his handler this time, though tempting.

The warm air that he blew out over his hole had Loki toss his head back, setting his jaw as he growled. He was not going to beg.

Cool, slick digits gently pressed into him, and Loki had to scramble in remembering to breathe as he sought comfort of the cool metal on his forehead once again, relishing in being probed and slowly stretched. Yet again, however, it was over far too quickly, and he was nearing the idea of possibly strangling the man because of it until something new took its place. It was cold, slick, and gradually worked him open until it nestled its way in. His rim puckered against the foreign object before accepting it, and he was left with ragged breaths as he was reminded of the device also stuck to his cock when it decided to pulsate in response.

"Perfect."

Mobius' breath was hot on his neck, but Loki couldn't help but try and lean into him as he nuzzled up his neck to nibble at his ear lobe.

"You're doing wonderful."

Loki was not going to beg, dammit.

One of his arms was released, only for a wrist to be grabbed and firmly handled. It was pulled to rest behind his back where his other arm joined it and was quickly latched to the eyelet there in more cuffs, holding his arms against his back now before his chest was released from the wall.

"Afraid I'll misbehave?" Loki asked, smirking wickedly despite himself.

Mobius only chuckled, holding firmly onto the shackles to guide him somewhere else. Moving with the plug took minor adjusting, it was the ring that his cock strained against that made him want to lose it completely at the pressure it pushed back with. He hoped Mobius would be done with this gold-laden torture soon because he honestly wasn't sure how his stamina would truly hold up. He never felt like this before with anyone else. This felt far more intimate and personal instead of the senseless play and pleasure he was accustomed to, which he… wasn't sure how to process.

"Step up," Mobius said and Loki complied, soon feeling the impossibly soft bedding against his knees. "Climb up, stay on your knees."

The low growl in Loki's chest was ignored as he was gently guided onto the bed and positioned to have his back to the frame where his fingers brushed against one of the riveted carabiners Mobius was undoubtedly going to use next.

"Comfortable?"

"Release me and we will find out," Loki purred back, attempting to seduce talk him into regaining his ability to freely roam every inch and crevice of his handler.

"Tempting…" though Mobius did not follow through and latched his restraints with the carabiner. "One last thing, though."

The weight of the bed shifted, indicating Mobius joining on it and was again in front of him. His breath tingled against Loki's chest, and he inhaled to puff it out only to choke on his own air when Mobius captured a nipple between his teeth, rolling his tongue over it while his fingers worked the other one just as skillfully. The clamp that followed was unexpected, and again with the other after it was thoroughly hardened and claimed with the other clamp. Mobius was pulling out every trick in the book that would drive him senseless, wasn't he?

He was not going to beg, even when Mobius gently pulled on the clamps and nearly had him come right then and there.

"More?"

"Just fuck me already!" Loki snarled back, losing all sense and sensibility.

Mobius was going to kill him with sensory overload.

"Playtime isn't over," he half-whispered, gingerly nibbling on his shoulder. "Not until I have you exactly how I want you."

"You greedy bastard!"

That was met with a nice solid slap to his cheek that followed with a fervent kiss. Mobius' hands wandered over Loki's body, tickling up his neck until the mask was finally removed. Loki blinked his eyes open quickly, taking in the dim light that danced over Mobius. He went in for another rough kiss, hands roaming and working Loki free of his sarong. Mouth trailing down jawline and neck, leaving harsh bites along the way, even pausing to tease his clamped nipples with his tongue again before making his way back to his very attention-starved cock.

Grabbing Loki's hips, Mobius pulled him in, taking his cock entirely with one motion. Loki groaned, fighting his restraints uselessly with the need to dig his fingers through his hair and drag them along his scalp. Mobius worked him well, sucking extensively with every pull back. He worked far differently than Loki would, but he didn't care, he just wanted to feel this, to drink this praise in for as long as he could. He didn't even bother holding back his mewls and breathy gasps and hitched moans, he broke his gaze away from the agent to roll his head back, soaking it all in.

Only when he felt that tightness in his core pressurizing did he pull away from the drunken subspace just long enough to mutter out a warning to his handler. Who really knew how long he had been orally fucking him, but he wasn't complaining and in turn receiving no complaints back. Mobius didn't seem to hear or did and didn't care. His assault only increased, slipping his hands from his hips to his arse and pulled him in even further, teasing the plug with a pull. Loki stuttered in a breath, looking back down at his handler crouched so prettily between his legs, taking everything he had to offer so well and willingly.

This, he thought, he may willingly kneel for again after all.

Mobius' tongue flitted over his sack ever so slightly, and he felt his cock pulsate before releasing his seed into Mobius' mouth, accepting what was given. But just as soon as he pulled back and released Loki, the ring coming with in the process, did Loki see that glint in those beautiful blue eyes. He leaned into him, giving Loki a fresh dose of his musk as he reached around his back to release the carabiner and hold on his arms. A quick and smooth adjustment later had Loki now laying on his back, hands once again re-secured to the frame in a more comfortable position above his head. Mobius climbed over him, hands reaching under him to his arse to tug and tease the toy out that had been working him the entire time.

Mobius went in for a kiss, grazing his teeth along his jaw where he released a stammered breath as he spoke.

"What are you doing to me...?"

Loki didn't answer, unsure as to how. He noticed that Mobius now completely removed his own sarong, leaving him fully exposed for the first time since their arrangement was made. Mobius didn't work slow after that, carefully removing the toy out with only a minor whimper from Loki when he was left gaping for more. His wish was quickly granted as Mobius eased himself in, pulling Loki down some in the process in order to completely fill him. Loki wrapped his legs around him, clinging to him since it was the only way he could touch him, but he used it to urge Mobius ever closer.

There was no way that he was going to last for long, but Mobius rode him so gently, even with the occasional yank of the nipple clamps or rogue bite on his stomach and chest, Loki could feel himself building back up a second time from his body on such an overdriven state at this point.

"Come for me again, precious," Mobius's voice was gravely and breathy as he dug himself just a little deeper and met Loki's sweet spot.

Loki's vision whited out temporarily after a few moments, stars and fireworks dashing across it, chasing dark blotches as he gasped heavily and felt his seed spill over his chest as Mobius shot into him. His arms felt very heavy then as he settled, whining when Mobius pulled himself away in order to get his wrists freed before collapsing into his side, panting heavily as he buried his face in Loki's neck. Arms feeling numb, he draped one over his handler, feebly trailing the other to remove the clamps before they started causing problems. They simply laid there, drunk on their own ecstasy and taking in the mixed scents of salt, sweat, and come as their bodies came down from the high.

Loki traced light circles over Mobius' shoulder, and he mimicked the gesture over Loki's hip. After several long quiet minutes of feather-light caressing and several glasses of water consumed later (Loki stopped trying to puzzle out the how of TVA magic actually worked and Mobius was no help in decoding it all, either), did Loki feel that pleasant calmness take over, even though they both were still a worthless mess.

"Should get out of here and get tidied up," Mobius muttered into his neck, making no effort to get up as he nuzzled into him.

"Mmm," Loki mumbled, skimming the area around him. "We can't take anything out, can we?"

He felt Mobius shake his head, and after a very long second, he pushed himself up and into a sitting position. He immediately reached for one of Loki's hands, seeing the bruising starting to form on his wrists and tisked at it.

"You fought the cuffs too much. You should've said something."

The concern on his voice had Loki's heart fluttering, the gentleness of how he handled his wrists to check them over had him pull away, cradling his arms around himself protectively.

"I can handle it."

"Can and should are different things, Loki," Mobius said, scanning his chest where some of his bites showed through the pale skin where he bit exceptionally hard. "You don't have to endure discomfort if you don't want to."

Loki half-glared at him. He knew he meant well but it wasn't going to do him any good discussing this now. He shifted himself to lean into Mobius, yearning for that scent as he did so.

"I quite enjoyed myself, actually," Loki said, tone and expression showing genuine sincerity. "But you do have a bit of a cruel little devil that sits on your shoulder, don't you?" he whispered, planting a kiss at the crook of Mobius' neck to make a point.

His handler went motionless for a long moment, but Loki didn't particularly pay any mind to it, busy nuzzling and sliding his fingertips over Mobius' back.

"Devil…" Mobius repeated quietly, and when Loki met his eyes again, he was puzzled at the look on his face. "Devil! You are so clever."

Loki looked utterly confused but preened at the comment anyway. "I know."

Mobius all but bolted off the bed and across the room to recover his TemPad and clothes, pulling up the time door and motioning for Loki to follow. Loki just looked at him, completely perplexed at what was going on.

"Mind telling me what is going through that muddled head of yours?" Loki questioned, following Mobius through the portal and back to the apartment.

"I'll tell you later. Right now let's get cleaned up and take care of these," he said, gently brushing his hands over the bruising on his neck, chest, and wrists.

"I assure you I'll be fine. Accelerated healing and all." As if to demonstrate, Loki made a motion around his face. "Not a scratch on me from New York anymore."

Mobius shook his head, biting his lip to hold in a chuckle. "Just let me take care of you, dammit."

Loki didn't know what to do with that, so he allowed Mobius to take him to the bathroom to help clean him up and sooth his wounds.

Loki heard his name echoing through the store, yet he stared at the person in front of him as they casually gave him a wave before stepping through the time door. Only then did he turn to look down the large aisle to see Mobius bolting for him, long jacket whipping behind him and two Hunters tailing behind with sticks set to prune. He wasn't going to face that fate, he had an opportunity to avoid it right in front of him, but the thought of leaving Mobius behind stung.

So, he did the next best thing and tapped into his magic. Stepping backward toward the door, he kept his attention locked on Mobius, gauging how close he could get before he passed through the time door. At the very last second, Loki reached out his hand and felt his magic wrap around Mobius. Giving him a harsh pull in his direction, Loki caught him and stumbled back into the portal.

Mobius was breathing heavily from his sprint, barely staying upward as he cradled the stitch in his side once they found themselves back at the TVA armory. Loki held his handler by the shoulders to aid in keeping him from collapsing as he scanned the area for any immediate threats.

"They're here," Loki said quickly.

"Go," Mobius said between breaths, "I'll catch up. Go stop them."

"But—"

"I'll be fine, just go," Mobius stressed, removing Loki's hand from his shoulder.

Loki honed in on the locker where B-15 stashed the daggers she took away and went for them, giving Mobius one last look (who was now leaning against the wall) before pursuing the Variant. It wasn't difficult to know where they went, following the trail of knocked out Hunters and abandoned batons down the curved hall, he quickly caught up to them and everything became a blur when their scuffle became a life and death situation yet again.

Of course, Loki chose to save his hide, and even when he got ahold of the TemPad from the Variants belt and punched buttons on it, he looked up in time to see Mobius grabbing the Judge's baton, preventing her from striking them right before he and the Variant fell through the time door opening below them.