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Loki hung in the door looking so divine that Mobius thought his heart had stopped.
He was leaning against the doorway with a coy smile on his face, his fingers gripping the frame as if it was holding him back from leaping onto Mobius there and then, but that wasn’t the most alluring detail, oh no.
It was the colour green that adorned Loki’s waist, the corset pulled tight to show off his slim figure.
It was those sinful leather trousers that seemed to be painted on with how much they accentuated his curves, and then that sheer white blouse covering his shoulders and arms.
It was also his hair, pulled up in a half braid, and his eyes lined with dark kohl and green glitter, and those lips, painted burgundy and curved into a sly smile.
Yes, Mobius was blown away with how good Loki looked. His mouth dried up just taking in the sight of Loki.
“Like what you see?” Loki grinned as he stalked over to him like a wild animal ready to pounce on his prey. His eyes were alight with joy at how much he was making Mobius squirm.
Mobius choked as he tried to speak. His face turning so red it was almost the same colour as Loki’s lips. Those alluring lips that Mobius just wanted to kiss.
Turning around for a moment, Mobius picked up the two drinks he had made and handed one to Loki. Their fingers brushed ever so gently. It was electrifying.
Loki’s eyes were still firmly fixed on Mobius’. It was becoming so hot in here. Mobius tugged at his collar. Why was it so hot?
“You know, Mobius, we could sit down and enjoy these drinks before we head out to the party.” He gestured to the couch, one that looked unfit for such a gorgeous creature as Loki to sit down on.
Taking a large gulp of his whisky, Mobius coughed out ‘sure’ and particularly stumbled onto the seat. Loki, on the other hand, just smirked and slowly walked, hips moving sensually as he made his way across the room.
Once on the couch, Loki turned to watch Mobius. The agent sat there fidgeting with his hands. It was delightful how much he had managed to make him squirm simply by looking at him.
Biting his lip, Loki leaned forward and caught Mobius’ eye. “You know, we can be fashionably late to the party. I don’t mind spending a few hours here with you and drinking this delightful whisky. It leaves a delightful burn in the throat, don’t you think?”
Loki had never seen someone squirm so much at his silver-coated words. Sure, Loki was good at this, but usually the other person didn’t have so many walls up and that is what made this teasing all the more fun. Mobius wanted to resist, felt he needed to resist, and it was tantalising.
The agent shifted in his seat, unsure if he should face Loki or look away. Loki just chuckled and that got his attention. Taking two fingers, Loki dipped them into his drink and then sensually sucked on them and moaned.
It didn’t even take Mobius two seconds to jump up from the couch and run away to the other side of the room. He marched into the bathroom, muttering excuses that he needed to go and shut the door firmly.
Well, thought Loki, that was interesting. He was already thinking of all the ways he could push this at the party, his mind running ten to the dozen. He put down his drink while he considered if he could make Mobius dance with him. Getting the agent in his arms for a slow dance would be the icing on the cake.
His plotting was put to an end when Mobius opened the bathroom door. He still looked sheepish, his face still tinged pink, but it seemed he had found his voice again.
“Er, I was wondering, should I wear a green tie to match?” Loki noticed Mobius’ fingers were twitching by his sides as he asked the question. He let his gaze look over the agent, pretending to consider this, but really it was just to make him squirm some more.
“Hmmm, yes, I think that would be delightful.” Loki said as he picked up his drink again. “I have just the thing for you in my room.”
Mobius stood frozen in place as Loki brushed by him to fetch a change of tie. He turned around, watching Loki’s ass as he walked into his room. He tried to swallow but his mouth was so dry. Mobius was never going to survive the night.
When Loki came back out, he thrust his drink into Mobius’ hands. “Here, hold this while I make you look good.” His voice was like silk, practically purring as he undid Mobius’ tie and tossing it aside before he began threading the green one around his neck. Mobius could feel Loki’s breath on his cheek, he was so close to his face and it was getting so much warmer again. He could feel beads of sweat form on his forehead.
Finishing his work, Loki patted down his tie and smoothed out his shirt. Mobius just gulped, unsure whether to lean in or just run away, but it was Loki would made up his mind for him.
Loki leaned in and kissed Mobius on his cheek, leaving a purple stain. “There, now you look ready for the party. I must say, Mobius, I think you look quite the catch tonight. Perhaps you will be coming back here with someone to take to your bed.” There it was, that smirk that Loki would no doubt wear for the entirety of tonight.
“I don’t do things like that.” Mobius tried to should reassuring, not realising that his moral code was not being called into question at all. Loki just laughed.
“Now, now, never say never, Mobius. I’m sure someone must catch your eye at some point.” His hands roamed around his neck in the pretence that Mobius needed some final touches. “After all, you will be walking into the room with me, and well, I’m aware of how I look right now.”
At that, Mobius let out his own chuckle. He was sure tonight was going to be an eye-opening experience for everyone. He let Loki pull him towards the door, apparently eager to get to the party now that they were all dressed.
It was just as they passed a mirror by the door that Mobius spotted it. The dark lip stain on his cheek. “Loki!” he fumed as he rubbed his hands on his cheek. Loki just laughed and ignored him, swaying his hips as he walked down the corridor.