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The wind howled against the cabin window, rattling the glass in a way that made Mobius worry whether it would break. A snowstorm raged outside, and Mobius buried himself deeper into his sheets, trying his best to stay warm. The forecast on the radio said that the storm would pass tomorrow evening, so until then, he and his team were trapped.
He rolled over on his side, turning his back to the window, and tried desperately to fight off the sleep that was trying to take hold of him.
The door to his room opened and closed slowly, floorboards creaking as someone made their way in quietly. He smiled into his pillow as he heard a sigh, frustration palpable as another floorboard creaked loudly under their foot.
He lay still, listening to the sound of fabric rustling, then falling to the floor as the bedsheets were lifted and Loki slid in next to him. He wrapped his arm around Mobius’ waist and pulled his back close to his chest.
“You made it,” he murmured.
Loki breathed in sharply. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I nearly was.”
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” Loki whispered. “Everyone decided to stay up late playing cards, and I couldn’t sneak past until they all returned to their rooms.”
“That’s ok,” He said, moving his body closer to Loki's, “You’re here now.”
Loki pressed a light kiss on his shoulder and nestled his head into him, his hot breath tickling the hairs at the nape of his neck.
Sleep beckoned him once again. Now that Loki was with him, he let it win. He felt himself begin to drift off. With Loki’s body wrapped close behind his, he felt safe, and he let himself be pulled deeper into the warmth of sleep.
He listened to Loki’s steady breathing behind him and smiled. The sound was comforting. He loved Loki being so close to him.
As much as it pained him to sneak around with Loki, part of him found it thrilling. They had to limit themselves to late evenings, only spending time together in the dark. Sometimes, the sun would bleed through the cracks in the curtain, signifying the start of a new day, and Loki would still be with him, wrapped tightly in his arms. Mobius would look down at the sleeping god and imagine what it would be like to wake up beside him every day for the rest of his life.
He was pulled out of his blissful dream suddenly by the feeling of cold fingers against his stomach. He shivered slightly as Loki rubbed small circles against the skin under his shirt.
“You’re freezing.” He whined.
Loki laughed, blowing more hot air onto his neck. He traced his hands over Mobius’ abdomen gently, his fingers barely touching him. The delicate touch gave him goosebumps.
“Loki, I’m trying to sleep.” He breathed out softer than he wanted.
“And I’ve been waiting all day to touch you,” Loki responded, kissing the back of his neck softly. “Do you know how hard it is to pretend? Not being able to be near you like this.”
“You know that we can’t... You know that I can’t be seen with you. It’s irresponsible of me.”
“Good job I’m irresponsible enough for the both of us,” Loki responded, moving his hand to swipe against his ribs. “Now relax and let me touch you.”
Loki began to move his hand slowly up his body, touching every part of him he could reach. His head felt hazy now for a completely different reason. There was something about the way that Loki’s cold hands felt against his warm skin that made him feel light-headed.
His fingers moved gracefully, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They rubbed gently over his chest, causing him to gasp loudly.
“Be quiet, Mobius.” Loki purred, “The walls are thin; anyone could hear us.”
He could hear the smile on Loki’s lips as he spoke, and he felt dizzier. Loki’s aura was so all-encompassing that he could barely bring himself to care about the others hearing him.
Loki moved so that he was leaning over Mobius’ back; his head rested on his shoulder so that he could see Mobius’ face. He flushed at being observed so closely, and Loki laughed quietly.
His hand travelled down his body now, tracing the line of his waist and landing on his hip. He pushed down his shorts so he could stroke across his thigh before he spread his fingers and grabbed him, squeezing the muscle firmly.
Mobius responded by trying to move himself back into Loki. But Loki’s grip tightened on his thigh, his nails digging into his skin slightly.
“Stay still, Mobius.” He said directly into his ear.
Mobius shuddered and did as he was told.
Loki continued his exploration of Mobius’ body, never touching him where he needed to be touched the most.
“Stop teasing me.” Mobius groaned. “This isn’t fair!”
Loki laughed darkly and trailed his hand up Mobius’ arm towards his shoulder. He let his hand sit there for a while, seeing how Mobius would react to the stillness.
Mobius felt desperate, a feeling that he often felt when he was around Loki. His touch was somehow too much and not enough at the same time. He needed more; he wanted Loki to leave no part of his body untouched. But he also needed him to stop. Loki alternated between soft, gentle touches and rougher, hungry touches. Just as he got used to one, he’d switch to the other, leaving him disoriented most wonderfully.
“Loki!”
Loki leant over Mobius’ side further, covering most of his body with his.
“Yes?” He smirked.
“I need...”
“You need what, Mobius?”
Mobius huffed in place of an answer. Not knowing if he wanted to ask for more or less.
Loki laughed again and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His hand had reached Mobius’ neck now, his fingertips skimming across his Adam's apple before moving to stroke across his jaw.
More. He needed more.
By the time he decided this, though, Loki had retreated. He settled against Mobius’ back again and rested his hand on his waist gently.
“You need to sleep, Mobius.”
Unbelievable.
He flipped himself around so that they were face-to-face. Loki’s smile twisted into a smirk as their eyes met, and Mobius growled in frustration. He was such an insufferable tease.
“You’re going to finish what you started, or I’m kicking you out.”
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and he tried his best to conceal a laugh.
“Shhh!” Mobius reached to slam a hand over Loki’s mouth, but Loki caught it mid-air. He threaded their fingers together and kissed his knuckles soothingly.
“You would never.” He grinned “You want me too much.”
“Do something, or I’ll prove you wrong!”
Loki closed his eyes, pulling their hands close to his chest with a gentle smile.
“No. I don’t think I will.”