“So what is it about the desk?” Mobius asked casually, taking a swig of his coffee.

The question jerked Loki out of his reverie, and he narrowed his eyes at his would-be captor.

“What?” he demanded roughly.

“The desk,” Mobius repeated. He gestured with his mug to the handsome, smooth and sturdy mahogany plane upon which the computer and paperwork rested.

“What about it?” Loki snapped defensively, a flush of heat coming to his pale cheeks.

“That’s what I wanted to know,” Mobius said, shrugging. “Because I just told you that you–well another variant of you– is the big bad we’re looking to tag, and you’re just staring at the desk. Haven’t even asked a question.”

“Perhaps I am… a little overwhelmed by your pronouncement,” he hissed carefully in reply. Surely Mobius didn’t know the real reason that the desk kept capturing his attention. Why ever since he’d been dragged into the room; every time his mind wandered from the frustrating and mind bending situation at hand.

“Mmmm…” Mobius thought about it for a moment and shook his head. “Nah, sorry buddy, sounds like a lie.”

“Pardon me?” Loki demanded indignantly. “And what pray tell gives you that idea? As though you’d not crafted this entire revelation to overwhelm me!”

Mobius leaned on his free hand. “Uhuh, see, that’s just it. You still don’t get it Loki, I know you. I’m a huge fan. And if it was just feeling overwhelmed, you’d say something else to avoid admitting a vulnerability to me. So it’s gotta be something deeper than that.”

Loki felt himself flushing more hotly as Mobius looked at him. What if he did know? No. what IF he did know… Hmmm… He smothered a smirk and let the awkward exchange continue.

“That’s preposterous!” he blustered. “What could possibly be more humiliating than admitting that I may still be… adjusting… to the depth of this situation?”

Mobius thought about that a little longer. He set down his coffee with a little click on the surface of the desk– which Loki’s eyes briefly returned to, before snapping back to the agent– and he touched his knuckle to his lips thoughtfully.

Then Mobius snapped his fingers, and pointed at Loki.

“It’s a sex thing.”

“Excuse me?” he demanded. Loki stared at Mobius, aghast.

“Look, buddy,” Mobius said, picking up the coffee again and gesturing with it. “I’ve seen basically your whole life. And that includes the part where you changed yourself into Howard Stark’s secretary for a day. Still not quite sure how that was supposed to fit into your big master plan, but I’m sure you had your reasons.”

“I certainly did, yes,” he agreed, raising his chin imperiously. “Well then, if you think you’ve caught me…. What do you intend to do about it?”

“Do about it?” Mobius blinked. “Oh. Uh. Oh I was just curious why you were staring at the desk. Speaking of which, yeah. Its the same one. Not like the exact same one. Same model though.”

“I… see.” Loki pursed his lips, leaving it deliberately vague which part of the sentence he was answering. His response about covered either, really.

There was a long silence between them.

Mobius put his coffee down on the table again. “Oh man. I just got it. You were hoping I’d suggest having sex on the table. Damn, I am just terrible at this flirting thing.”

Loki coughed at the pronouncement. “I’m not about to argue with you on that point.”

“So I was right?”

“…Perhaps,” He waved a hand. “Please, let us forget the thought and move on.”

Mobius raised his hands in response. “Now wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let’s not be hasty. I didn’t say ‘no’.”

“In point of fact you didn’t say anything, but I rather think that we have dallied on this subject too–”

“Yes,” Mobius interrupted.

Loki stopped mid-ramble. “Yes?… Yes what?”

“Yes I would like to have sex with you on this desk, Loki Laufeyson.” Mobius smiled with a rather irritating charm, and rapped his knuckles on the desktop. “Hello.”

“You would.” Loki, who had been feeling like he had once again lost control of the situation entirely, grappled back into territory he understood. “Of course you would. I’m very alluring.”

“You’re very alluring,” Mobius assured him in agreement. “You can absolutely consider me allured.”

“You had better be,” Loki said firmly.

Another long silence descended over the pair.

“So how do we start this?” Mobius asked finally.

With a sigh of frustration, Loki got up from his chair, and plopped himself down in Mobius’ lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. The god of mischief leaned in seductively and brushed his smooth cheek against the agent’s stubble.

“This is how we start,” he breathed in a husky tone. “Of course, if you’d like me to change my shape, you’ll need to give me the use of my powers.”

“Nah,” Mobius said cheerfully, “I like this shape.”

Damn. Well, there went that idea. Still, no reason to change course. It was more fun than brooding, and it genuinely might give him a string on Mobius…

“A man of taste then, it seems,” Loki purred, his breath warm on Mobius’ ear.

“Oooh, flattery,” Mobius said, seeming delighted. He put his large, sturdy hands on Loki’s hips. Loki could feel their warmth even through the thick, rough fabric of the awful beige jumpsuit he was wearing.

“Do you want to discover the real reason they call me Loki Silver Tongue?” The youthful god pressed his mouth to Mobius’, his thin, soft lips caressing Mobius’ mouth, smooth skin against rough stubble. He put his slender hands on the other man’s cheek and neck, running his fingers down toward his shoulders.

Mobius kissed back, awkwardly at first, too much lips and not enough tongue for Loki’s liking, so Loki pressed his own advantage, searching the other man’s warm mouth and making good on his promise about it.

Loki slipped his hands under Mobius’ lapels and started to slip his down off his shoulders, getting closer to skin as he pressed his body against the agent’s. As they kissed, Loki could feel Mobius’ breathing quicken, and could smell the musky, earthen scent of his cologne and aftershave. After getting his jacket off, Loki’s hands traveled further down, toward the other man’s waistband.

Mobius broke the kiss, their lips still only a butterfly’s wing apart as he said, “Not exactly taking the scenic route, huh, Mr. Laufeyson?”

“Would you prefer to be wed first, Agent Mobius?” he purred with amusement, his bewitching gaze locked with Mobius’.

“Nah,” Mobius breathed. “But let’s not forget why we started this.”

Without warning, Mobius grabbed his coffee cup and set it at the far end of the desk.

Then he wrapped his arms around Loki’s body, and lifted him from his lap. He  pushed him onto the desk and stood over him in a smooth motion. As Loki was pushed onto the desk, the computer device was shoved several inches on its smooth surface, and a stack of papers scattered to the floor.

Loki looked up at him, breathless for a moment, as Mobius grinned down at him.

“That’s better,” Mobius said. He leaned down, and started to undo the fastenings on Loki’s jumpsuit, pulling it away from his pale, slender shoulders.

“I suppose this *is* the scenic route,” he mused, allowing the agent to undress him. The temperature in the office was perfect; but Loki still felt a prickling shiver as his bare back touched the polished wood.

Mobius peeled the jumpsuit down off him in a slow motion, letting it hang gathered around his ankles and over his boots. He looked Loki’s slim, supple body over, taking in its trim and muscular nearly hairless perfection with the same cheerful expression that had been written on his face for most of the short time they’d known one another.

Loki noticed the agent’s gaze pause and linger as he reached the youthful god’s hips and Loki couldn’t help but flush and smirk a proud little smirk of his own. . Whatever strange magic or technology had reconfigured his clothes hadn’t given him any underthings. The god of mischief’s cock was already half-effect on his stomach, and it was obvious Mobius liked what he saw, for there was an answering bulge in Mobius’ carefully pressed trousers.

Mobius started to lean over him, and Loki took the opportunity to grab the man’s thin tie, and pull him closer with a soft growl.

“Easy there, tiger, “ Mobius cautioned. Still, he let himself be pulled down against Loki’s chest, bracing himself on the desk as they two began to kiss again. Mobius’ sturdy hands once again moved to Loki’s thighs and this time Loki could feel the rough heat directly on his cool skin.  Loki wrapped an arm around Mobius’ back, while his other hand started to undo his shirt buttons one by one.

Mobius arched against him, and Loki’s cock pressed against the tented fabric of his pants as the god ground his hips against him from below.

Both of them were breathing heavily as Loki’s lips left Mobius’ mouth, and started to kiss and suck at his jaw and neck with hungry little bites. He pulled the tie away as he popped the last button on the agent’s silk shirt, letting it hang loose over him, and he bit and sucked at the delicate spot between his neck and shoulder. He felt more than heard as Mobius gasped, his close trimmed nails biting little slivers into Loki’s hips, before his hands slid to cup his ass.

Loki’s hands wandered down, stroking over Mobius’ lightly-thatched chest, and down his stomach. He snuck his fingers in to work at the belt buckle, as he rubbed his ass into Mobius’ hands. He kissed and bit at his neck for a moment, before returning to hungrily do the same to his lips again.

Loki’s slim, clever fingers quickly undid Mobius’ leather belt, and he tossed it aside just as quickly, eager to move on to the rest as he negotiated clasp and zipper. Mobius didn’t stop him as he pulled his pants open and let them drop, before immediately running his fingers over the agent’s black silk boxers, and the impressive and warm bulge within. He felt Mobius shudder almost delicately against his touch.

Loki broke the kiss just to tease him. “The good taste continues. For mortal garments at least.”

“Standard issue,” he chuckled warmly. “You weren’t kidding about that silver tongue.”

“I’m famous for it. Shall I give you a further demonstration?”

“I’m not a man who says no to a little warm up game.” Mobius stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor. He kept one hand on Loki’s chest as he stepped around the desk until he was at the opposite side, where Loki was resting his head.

“Delightful,” Loki purred. He watched as Mobius shimmied out of the silky black shorts, revealing his thick and erect cock in a trimmed thatch of greying hair. Loki eyed it greedily, like a treat, for a moment and squirmed on the top of the desk, rubbing his face and lips against Mobius’ cock and balls. Mobius shivered as Loki took him in hand, and gave his shaft a long and lascivious lick before wrapping his lips around its head.

The god of mischief kept his lips wrapped tightly around the time agent’s cock as he started to take it further into his mouth, sucking up and down on the shaft and licking the underside as he went. Mobius braced one hand on the polished desk, winding the fingers of the other tightly through Loki’s long, dark hair. He didn’t pull, but Loki could tell by the tension in his grip that the man was already enjoying himself.

Loki was enjoying himself too; not only was there little more pleasurable than stuffing a fat cock as deep in his throat as it could go, but he was already feeling much more in control of the situation, and of Mobius. The agent groaned as Loki took him to the hilt, jamming his pointed nose against the man’s balls, and squirming at the heady scent of his manhood as the cock throbbed against his tongue.

Loki worked his mouth up and down on Mobius’ shaft, feeling his hard cock grow tighter between his lips with every stroke, until Mobius tugged gently at his hair to stop him.

“Nu-uh,” he groaned. “Keep that up and you’ll cut things short.”

With a slightly mean smirk, Loki released his grasp on the man’s cock, giving it another sultry lick as he did, and watching it pulse against his lips.

“And what would you suggest, then?” he breathed, looking up at the flushed agent Mobius.

“Shift on your belly,” Mobius suggested. As he did, he moved back around the desk again, and Loki saw him open one of its drawers. From it, the agent pulled a small bottle, labeled with the TVA’s unmistakable logo, and full of clear liquid.

Loki watched him over his shoulder as he obediently squirmed on to his belly, sending another shower of paperwork unceremoniously to the ground.

“You’re more prepared than I expected, Agent Mobius,” he remarked, shivering as his own eager cock throbbed, trapped between his body and the now-warm surface of the desk. “Unless that’s a vial of some poison I suppose.”

“Gotta tell ya, not really a poisons guy,” Mobius admitted. “Might be a touch cold though.”

Mobius shook the bottle once, and squeezed it, squirting an amount of the liquid onto his fingers. Loki, still watching over his shoulder, spread his legs to admit him as he pressed those fingers to his puckered asshole. He breathed in, arching slightly against the touch. If it was cold, it didn’t bother Loki.

Mobius rubbed his slick fingers against his ass for a moment, before slowly pushing one of them into Loki’s eager hole. While the temperature hadn’t made made the god gasp, this elicited a one, and he moved his hips, urging Mobius to press deeper.

“Don’t concern yourself too deeply with warm ups, Agent Mobius,” Loki purred. “I assure you I’m experienced in all types of passion.”

“Now that’s more like a god of mischief,” Mobius chuckled. He eased his finger out of Loki’s ass as Loki carefully braced himself against the desk. The god heard him squeeze out another portion of lubricant and slicken his cock with it, with a gentle sound of wet flesh on flesh. Loki shivered with anticipation, squirming against the smooth wood of the desk. He felt his own excitement tight in his belly and his cock.

Mobius grabbed Loki with firm gentility, and arranged him once again over the desk to best effect. He carefully planted one of Loki’s legs on the ground, and slipped his pants the rest of the way off so he could bend the other at the knee and place it over the top edge of the desk to spread him open. Loki was flat on his belly with his throbbing cock and tight balls hanging down just over the lip of the desk between his legs. He stretched his arms across the desk to brace himself.

“Comfy?” Mobius asked him with wry humor.

“Never more so,” Loki drawled back. His body was tight with eager excitement, and flush with lust, his ass spread wide, and ready.

“Fantastic.”

Mobius loomed over him from behind, placing a hand on his back, and using his other to guide his cock to Loki’s waiting hole. Loki breathed in as he felt the thick head of the man’s shaft press against him and begin to intrude.

Loki’s nails dug little half moons into the lip of the desktop, as Mobius’ cock slowly opened him up. The thick shaft stretched his needy asshole, and it was difficult for Loki to resist rocking backwards and filling himself with the man all at once.

He forced himself to be patient, his body tingling with desire as Mobius carefully entered him, inch by slow inch. Loki’s lips hung open, his disheveled hair hanging down around his face, cock throbbing between his legs.

Finally, as if an eternity later, he felt the full pressure of Mobius’ length pulsing within him, the agent’s thighs pressed tightly against his buttocks.

“Still comfy?” Mobius asked.

Loki gripped the desk tightly and whimpered desperately. “For the love of asgard, man, please fuck me already!”

“Oh, I even get a ‘please’,” Mobius chuckled. Loki opened his mouth to whine another demand of desperation, when he felt Mobius pull out of him, and thrust back in, sharply and all at once, slamming his slender body against the desk.

Loki cried out, shuddering as the man filled him, and started to move within him, roughly pumping his cock deep inside his ass, slamming up against the fragile, pleasurable spot inside with each thrust. This was what he had needed.

Loki’s delicate-seeming, pale body was plastered against the mahogany desktop,holding on tightly to it, as the agent stood, half-dressed, and railed him against it from behind. The god’s ass jiggled and his hair bounced around his face with every rough thrust that rocked him against the sturdy wood frame. Mobius fucked him with one hand on the desk, and one hand on the small of Loki’s back, and Loki could hear Mobius’ breath puffing with desire and exertion as he worked him.

Mobius’ throbbing shaft pounded pleasure into Loki’s eager, receptive body as he squirmed and quivered against the desk, smothering his noises by turning his face against the crook of his elbow. He arched back into each motion, taking Mobius’ cock as deep as he could, desperate for it, his own cock throbbing, tighter and closer to bursting with each moment. Carefully he reached on arm under his own arched body, and started to stroke himself as Mobius pounded him.

The two men grunted and groaned as Mobius fucked Loki against the solid desk of the time office, the computer sideways, and the papers thrown this way and that. The agent held him down, filling him again and again as both their passions rose to fever pitch.

“I’m gonna come,” Mobius warned, his voice rough and breathless.

“Finish inside,” Loki demanded desperately. He he beat his cock in quick, sharp strokes to the pace of Mobius’ fucking and the thought of the agent’s hot load inside of him nearly sent him over the edge.

What did throw him over the edge was the real thing, as Mobius finished inside him without argument, thrusting hard and deep, the hot cum ballooning inside of his asshole as he held Loki down hard against the desk. Loki made a sharp keening noise as he came, shooting ropy strands of godly cum streaking pearlescent across the now very smudged surface of the desk.

Spent, Mobius collapsed his body against Loki’s, pinning him between him and the desk, the sticky cum smearing over Loki’s belly, as he felt Mobius’ throbbing cock still inside him for the moment.

Loki groaned, and arched his shoulder blades against the man’s hairy chest, as Mobius put an arm around him, and kissed the bottom of his neck with a lover’s caress. The two of them lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, and catching their breath.

Finally, Mobius eased up off of him, and stretched.

“I’ve got tissues in one of these drawers,” Mobius promised.

“That would be lovely,” Loki admitted, squirming slightly at the slick, sticky feeling between his buttcheeks. “You wouldn’t also happen to have a cigarette, would you?”

“Sorry pal, smoking’s against regulations.”

Loki snorted, and looked up at him in indignant disbelief. “And this wasn’t?”

Mobius held his hands up defensively– one hand holding a box of tissues, which he then offered to Loki. “Hey, don’t look at me. I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.”