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Loki, his head on Mobius' lap, sighed with contentment.
There was nothing he loved more than his lover's fingers on his hair.
The way he plunged his fingers into the thickness of his black hair with force but without hurting him.
The way he let the strands slide between his fingers.
The way he brushed them back and gently caressed his cheek.
He could feel so much of Mobius's love at that very moment.
Loki took his lover's hand and kissed it before placing it back on his hair. Mobius said softly, "I see you like it," as his hands continued their caressing.
Loki purred in response, and Mobius leaned in and kissed his temple gently, then whispered in his ear, "That's good, because I like to do that."
Loki replied softly, "That's further proof, if any were needed."
Mobius, confused, stopped his movements and asked, "Proof of what?"
Lokius turned his head to Mobius and replied, "Proof that we are made for each other." Then he turned his head again and continued, "Come on now, less talking and more petting."
Mobius chuckled and as he resumed his caress, he said fondly, "Whatever my prince wants."
Only a purr answered him.