[Remus barely has time to read the message before the portal swirls into existence, prompting another laugh and an amused shake of his head.
Why is it always the pushy ones?
He'd already marked his place in the book he'd been reading in order to text, so he walked straight on through the portal into Magnus' living room. It was a much smoother way to travel than floo powder or even apparition, that was for certain.
It had taken Remus a while to really be comfortable in Magnus' place-- he's still convinced almost everything in there costs more money than he makes in a year-- but he doesn't begrudge the other wanting to spend more time together there than at Remus' tiny, book-cluttered flat.
It is two in the morning, and Remus had made a valiant attempt to sleep earlier in the evening, so he's still dressed for bed. It certainly says something about his level of comfort with Magnus that he came right over in flannel pajama pants and an oversized pullover.]
[ Magnus, on the other hand, is still impeccably dressed, glittering and shining in leather pants and an open front silk shirt, drenched in jewelry. Like he's just come from a club. His club. And he had been there earlier this evening and just... never got around to changing.
Good thing, too, because he does so like to "impress" Remus with his shine. Rather, it's just hard to get the warlock out of his makeup and fashion, his armor against the world. Even when Remus stays the night, Magnus is up before him, perfecting his makeup and hair so the wizard never sees him out of place except when unconscious. ]
Just tedious.
[ Magnus sighs as he tosses aside a potions book he had been reading. It lands with a thud on the table and nearly falls off. But doesn't. ]
[Truthfully, Remus treasures those moments, when he gets to see Magnus without all his glitz and carefully curated fashion. But he likes this too, the polished show of it, and how the warlock enjoys putting it on, even if it's just for Remus. He'll never understand why he'd be worth the effort, but he can't say he doesn't enjoy the results.
He's not terribly subtle about looking Magnus over, and he's not trying to be, never tiring of the fit of those tight leather pants on the man. His lips curl in warm amusement at the overdramatic tossing of the potions book.]
Glad to know I'm more exciting than watching a cauldron bubble for hours.
Mmm, you're much more exciting than that, even. More exciting than any one else.
[ Overstatement, maybe. Remus is not more exciting than, say, Lady Gaga, but at the same time, Magnus wouldn't necessarily choose the singer over the werewolf wizard. Remus has his charms and Magnus rather fancies them. A lot.
He steps forward to greet Remus properly with a little kiss on the lips, letting his hands move from his shoulders down his arms. His ringed fingers link with the other man's. ]
I know I've interrupted your reading. What would you like me to do to make up for it?
[Remus shakes his head on a laugh, with only a small amount of self-deprecation.] If you say so.
[A pleased hum escapes him into the kiss, his expression warm and more than a little adoring.] Well, you're more exciting than the book I was reading. It was hardly an inconvenience. But I suppose if you insist on making it up to me, this is a good start.
[He squeezes Magnus' hands, looking him over again.] I feel rather under-dressed.
[ Magnus has had experience with lovers who don't have the best self-esteem. Secretly, Magnus is one too, someone who plays at knowing what to do with compliments but deep down not believing them. Thinking they only extend so far.
So he's firm with his praise of Remus, but always stops short of embarrassing the man. Or, tries to. He doesn't mind a little bit of a fluster, but he's not about to goad Remus into more than that.
He smiles slyly as he leans in for another brief kiss. ]
Would you like me to strip for you, so we can be under-dressed together? All you need do is ask.
[It's a question Remus actually has to think about-- of course he'll always enjoy seeing Magnus naked, but... sometimes, he wants something in particular. And when he feels that urge, that deep-seeded need, to give himself over entirely to the warlock... it can help set the mood, Magnus remaining clothed while Remus is stripped down, literally and figuratively.
His tongue wets his lower lip briefly, unconsciously. As the full moon gets closer, that urge to be completely overtaken tends to rise up more often.
The trouble is doing the asking. At least while he's still capable of overthinking everything. His face flushes but he doesn't look away, having developed a fragile sort of confidence in this.] I-- would like for you to do whatever you want. [It's a vague and purposefully loaded reply. Very forward for Remus, which he is equally embarrassed by and proud of himself for.]
[ There's a pause there before Remus' answer that Magnus pays sharp attention to. His eyes flicker briefly down to the young man's mouth when he licks his lips, and isn't that pretty, but he focuses on what's being said and not said.
His playful smirk remains in place, but there's a small tilt of his head to the side, as though he's considering, or listening for something that's very faint, very quiet.
He lets go of Remus' hands and steps into the space between them, bodies very nearly pressing together, and moves his hands to the young man's hips. ]
[There's something intimidating about the attention Magnus pays him, and he's wondered more than once whether the warlock is capable of undetectable Legilimency. But it also makes his stomach twist in an oddly pleasurable way, to be so known, so seen.
He shivers when Magnus steps close enough that Remus can feel the body heat radiating off of him but they're still not touching, save for the owning hands on his hips.]
Yes. [He breathes out his response. It's a strange sort of relief, hearing Magnus say it so plainly.]
i understand if this is too late but i still want it so....
[ His thumbs make idle circles against Remus' hips, over the fabric of his trousers but just brushing above the waistband, under his shirt. He keeps them there, possessively, and tugs him ever so gently, but firmly, closer. ]
How much?
[ Leaning in, he lets his lips hover over Remus', not touching, just letting their noses brush, his breath ghost over his mouth. ]
How much control would you let me have?
listen i've had people backtag me after almost a YEAR i don't care i'll keep goin if you will
[Remus doesn't put up so much as a token resistance, biting back an embarrassingly needy sound as Magnus comes just shy of kissing him. He folds his hands behind his back on instinct, black swallowing up the brown of his eyes.
At first he thinks he's being asked how much he wants it, and the thought of being made to beg for it before they've even started makes the flush on his cheeks spread over his ears.
That's not the question, though, and the raw truth of his immediate answer sort of terrifies him but he says it anyway, in the intimacy of their shared air.] All of it. As much as you want.
[ Magnus is quiet for a moment, considering, thinking about both what Remus has said and his lips. His gaze then flicks up to his eyes, taking in the look there. He loves the idea of Remus at his mercy -- because it would most assuredly be good for both of them -- but he likes to think he knows the man.
The hands on his hips tighten a touch as he sharply tugs Remus closer, bringing their hips together. ]
[Remus stifles another throaty sound as Magnus rocks their hips together, and that is an answer in itself. He knows he would hesitate, that there would be resistance. Letting go has never come to him easily, and being coaxed into it of course has its own appeal that they've indulged in many times before but--
He has to look away from those too-sharp eyes, feeling exposed, like he's made entirely of raw nerve endings. Even the brush of his clothes against his skin feels like a little bit too much at the moment.] I-- [His voice comes out half-choked; he clears his throat.] I don't want to. But I will, and I can't help that.
[ Remus is not the first lover that Magnus has ever had with... hangups. Hell, Magnus himself is made of his own walls, emotional barriers never breached by anyone, man or woman. He doesn't judge for that, nor is he disappointed, precisely. He just wants to know where they stand before he makes another move.
Because it's important to note that Remus doesn't want to resist. That gives Magnus an idea. ]
That's alright. [ Magnus brushes his lips against Remus' check, moves along the line of his jaw up to his ear. ]
[Remus tilts his head up, exposing more of his throat, as Magnus kisses along his jaw. His hand tightens briefly around his own wrist, a nervous energy thrumming through him.
Magnus has an idea, and historically, this means brain-meltingly good things. It's a relief, but the anticipation negates any easing of his tense muscles from that.]
Will you tell me? [He asks on a rough whisper, turning his head slightly in a silent plea for a kiss.]
[ Magnus doesn't give him that kiss just yet, but moves as if he might and then pulls away, just barely, at the last second. He knows how to play with people and it's one of his favorite activities.
But they also have something serious to disgust. ]
It requires your trust. A great deal of your truth.
[ His gaze, so heavy-lidded and lustful just a second before, grows sharp again, though no other part of him appears to be anything but easy and confident. ]
I have a spell... for a little bit of mind control.
[Remus was half-expecting it, but his next exhale still has a bit of a whine to it. He forces himself to take a breath and focus in as Magnus speaks, because it's important.
Magnus has his trust, there's no doubt about that. His truth? He certainly gets more of it than anyone else in Remus' life.
That piercing gaze pins him again, and he swallows roughly.
Mind control.
His eyes snap back to meet Magnus', startled but intrigued.] Not... the Imperius Curse, I assume? [He has the feeling it's something different the man has in mind, likely something Remus has never heard of.]
[ Of course he didn't believe that Remus honestly suspected something like that. Some of Magnus' magic might be... dark but certainly not Dark. Not like that. And even if it were, he wouldn't dream of using such a curse on Remus. Surely the young man knows that.
But something that touched on that magic? Just a little? ]
You wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do. I couldn't force you to do something truly against your nature. Just... you'd be more open to suggestion. And more at ease about letting your inhibitions go.
[He hadn't thought he would, hence his curiosity rather than horror.
And what Magnus describes... it sounds perfect. He nods, swallowing roughly and digging his bitten-off nails into the flesh of his wrist. He wants--]
Please, I-- Yes. I trust you, Magnus, you know I do. [He's already rock hard but it's not the physical arousal that has him nearly shaking. He knows he needs to say it, before any spells are cast, that Magnus needs to hear it in plain words-- his face flushes. It's not something he feels like he should ever want, but the shame of that isn't... bad, exactly. It's just a part of it.] I want you to use that spell on me, and-- make me do whatever you want.
[ He does need to hear it. Not out of any desire to make Remus beg or boldly admit to his own dark desires and needs. (Though, of course, those are things he wants to hear as well. Very well might hear, loudly, before the night's over.) But because if they're going to do this, they're going to do this carefully and the right way.
There's no safe word that Magnus can think of that would break through the spell. He can only take assurance from his own sense of what's right and good (which he trusts) and the fact that Remus won't be acting against his own will. If there are hard limits, if Magnus pushes up against them, Remus won't obey. And he'll know to back off.
It makes it simpler, in a way. No prevaricating, no lies told to make the other feel better. Just straightforward desire.
Now he kisses Remus, kisses him with hands moving up to cradle his face, holds him to a kiss that's deep and sensual and goes on for a minute before Magnus pulls away.
He murmurs a few words under his breath and then a pale blue mist wafts over Remus' face, all but forcing him to breath in the magic and then... let go. ]
[Remus presses eagerly into the kiss, his moan muffled as Magnus' tongue claims his mouth. He yields, eyes fluttering shut, and it helps to settle his nerves a little.
Magnus pulls away and it's tempting to chase his lips, but he stays put, knowing what's about to happen. Sure enough, there's a sensation he's intimately familiar with-- Magnus' magic. He breathes it in and it immediately spreads through him, relaxing him so he practically melts into Magnus' arms with a soft whimper, burying his face in the man's neck and inhaling his scent.
It's a bit like being drunk, but without the dulling of his senses or thoughts. He hasn't even thought the words before they're coming out of his mouth.] I love how you smell. [He nuzzles at Magnus' neck, humming pleasantly and not in the least embarrassed.] Please touch me?
[ Magnus can't help but chuckle, low and soft in the back of his throat, at how Remus immediately softens and relaxes, at how he instantly is more openly talkative than before. It's a pleasure to hear him, to hold him like this. Because he knows Remus' true thoughts and inclinations this way, and because he knows how much Remus trusts him to allow this kind of situation to begin with.
His hands move under the hem of Remus' shirt, slide over his back, rucking up the fabric as he goes. ]
Get undressed for me, darling. [ It's a gentle command, because he knows Remus will follow it without question. ]
You always do. [He sighs, thoroughly enjoying Magnus' hands on him, only reluctant to pull away to follow that command because he doesn't want the touching to stop.
He slowly pulls his shirt up over his head, making an effort to take his time, to give Magnus a good view. His pajama pants are next, thumbs hooking into the waistband and inching them down his thin hips. He's flushed again, down to his chest, by the time he steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. Those come off too, his half-hard cock springing free.
He looks back up at Magnus, biting his lip and waiting for his next order.]
[ Magnus takes a step back so he can get a good view of Remus, lustfully taking in the sight like a man starved. He's familiar with the young man's body by now; it's not as if they've been shy around each other since they started this aspect of their relationship. But he's always admiring, always entranced. It's a mixture of possessiveness, lust and, yes, a little protectiveness. But mostly, he likes to indulge in the fact that that thin, lithe body is his to indulge in. Remus may not think much of himself, but Magnus does. ]
Sit down. [ He nods towards a nearby plush armchair. ]
I want to watch you touch yourself first. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.
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Why is it always the pushy ones?
He'd already marked his place in the book he'd been reading in order to text, so he walked straight on through the portal into Magnus' living room. It was a much smoother way to travel than floo powder or even apparition, that was for certain.
It had taken Remus a while to really be comfortable in Magnus' place-- he's still convinced almost everything in there costs more money than he makes in a year-- but he doesn't begrudge the other wanting to spend more time together there than at Remus' tiny, book-cluttered flat.
It is two in the morning, and Remus had made a valiant attempt to sleep earlier in the evening, so he's still dressed for bed. It certainly says something about his level of comfort with Magnus that he came right over in flannel pajama pants and an oversized pullover.]
Someone's impatient. Difficult brew going?
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Good thing, too, because he does so like to "impress" Remus with his shine. Rather, it's just hard to get the warlock out of his makeup and fashion, his armor against the world. Even when Remus stays the night, Magnus is up before him, perfecting his makeup and hair so the wizard never sees him out of place except when unconscious. ]
Just tedious.
[ Magnus sighs as he tosses aside a potions book he had been reading. It lands with a thud on the table and nearly falls off. But doesn't. ]
You're much more exciting.
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He's not terribly subtle about looking Magnus over, and he's not trying to be, never tiring of the fit of those tight leather pants on the man. His lips curl in warm amusement at the overdramatic tossing of the potions book.]
Glad to know I'm more exciting than watching a cauldron bubble for hours.
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[ Overstatement, maybe. Remus is not more exciting than, say, Lady Gaga, but at the same time, Magnus wouldn't necessarily choose the singer over the werewolf wizard. Remus has his charms and Magnus rather fancies them. A lot.
He steps forward to greet Remus properly with a little kiss on the lips, letting his hands move from his shoulders down his arms. His ringed fingers link with the other man's. ]
I know I've interrupted your reading. What would you like me to do to make up for it?
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[A pleased hum escapes him into the kiss, his expression warm and more than a little adoring.] Well, you're more exciting than the book I was reading. It was hardly an inconvenience. But I suppose if you insist on making it up to me, this is a good start.
[He squeezes Magnus' hands, looking him over again.] I feel rather under-dressed.
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[ Magnus has had experience with lovers who don't have the best self-esteem. Secretly, Magnus is one too, someone who plays at knowing what to do with compliments but deep down not believing them. Thinking they only extend so far.
So he's firm with his praise of Remus, but always stops short of embarrassing the man. Or, tries to. He doesn't mind a little bit of a fluster, but he's not about to goad Remus into more than that.
He smiles slyly as he leans in for another brief kiss. ]
Would you like me to strip for you, so we can be under-dressed together? All you need do is ask.
sorry not sorry for remus' Thirst
His tongue wets his lower lip briefly, unconsciously. As the full moon gets closer, that urge to be completely overtaken tends to rise up more often.
The trouble is doing the asking. At least while he's still capable of overthinking everything. His face flushes but he doesn't look away, having developed a fragile sort of confidence in this.] I-- would like for you to do whatever you want. [It's a vague and purposefully loaded reply. Very forward for Remus, which he is equally embarrassed by and proud of himself for.]
i love a thirsty woof
His playful smirk remains in place, but there's a small tilt of his head to the side, as though he's considering, or listening for something that's very faint, very quiet.
He lets go of Remus' hands and steps into the space between them, bodies very nearly pressing together, and moves his hands to the young man's hips. ]
You want me in control, do you?
i mean can u blame him
He shivers when Magnus steps close enough that Remus can feel the body heat radiating off of him but they're still not touching, save for the owning hands on his hips.]
Yes. [He breathes out his response. It's a strange sort of relief, hearing Magnus say it so plainly.]
i understand if this is too late but i still want it so....
How much?
[ Leaning in, he lets his lips hover over Remus', not touching, just letting their noses brush, his breath ghost over his mouth. ]
How much control would you let me have?
listen i've had people backtag me after almost a YEAR i don't care i'll keep goin if you will
At first he thinks he's being asked how much he wants it, and the thought of being made to beg for it before they've even started makes the flush on his cheeks spread over his ears.
That's not the question, though, and the raw truth of his immediate answer sort of terrifies him but he says it anyway, in the intimacy of their shared air.] All of it. As much as you want.
dangerous promise~
The hands on his hips tighten a touch as he sharply tugs Remus closer, bringing their hips together. ]
You wouldn't resist? You wouldn't hesitate?
;) ;) ;)
He has to look away from those too-sharp eyes, feeling exposed, like he's made entirely of raw nerve endings. Even the brush of his clothes against his skin feels like a little bit too much at the moment.] I-- [His voice comes out half-choked; he clears his throat.] I don't want to. But I will, and I can't help that.
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Because it's important to note that Remus doesn't want to resist. That gives Magnus an idea. ]
That's alright. [ Magnus brushes his lips against Remus' check, moves along the line of his jaw up to his ear. ]
That's alright, darling. I have an idea.
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Magnus has an idea, and historically, this means brain-meltingly good things. It's a relief, but the anticipation negates any easing of his tense muscles from that.]
Will you tell me? [He asks on a rough whisper, turning his head slightly in a silent plea for a kiss.]
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But they also have something serious to disgust. ]
It requires your trust. A great deal of your truth.
[ His gaze, so heavy-lidded and lustful just a second before, grows sharp again, though no other part of him appears to be anything but easy and confident. ]
I have a spell... for a little bit of mind control.
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Magnus has his trust, there's no doubt about that. His truth? He certainly gets more of it than anyone else in Remus' life.
That piercing gaze pins him again, and he swallows roughly.
Mind control.
His eyes snap back to meet Magnus', startled but intrigued.] Not... the Imperius Curse, I assume? [He has the feeling it's something different the man has in mind, likely something Remus has never heard of.]
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[ Of course he didn't believe that Remus honestly suspected something like that. Some of Magnus' magic might be... dark but certainly not Dark. Not like that. And even if it were, he wouldn't dream of using such a curse on Remus. Surely the young man knows that.
But something that touched on that magic? Just a little? ]
You wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do. I couldn't force you to do something truly against your nature. Just... you'd be more open to suggestion. And more at ease about letting your inhibitions go.
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And what Magnus describes... it sounds perfect. He nods, swallowing roughly and digging his bitten-off nails into the flesh of his wrist. He wants--]
Please, I-- Yes. I trust you, Magnus, you know I do. [He's already rock hard but it's not the physical arousal that has him nearly shaking. He knows he needs to say it, before any spells are cast, that Magnus needs to hear it in plain words-- his face flushes. It's not something he feels like he should ever want, but the shame of that isn't... bad, exactly. It's just a part of it.] I want you to use that spell on me, and-- make me do whatever you want.
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There's no safe word that Magnus can think of that would break through the spell. He can only take assurance from his own sense of what's right and good (which he trusts) and the fact that Remus won't be acting against his own will. If there are hard limits, if Magnus pushes up against them, Remus won't obey. And he'll know to back off.
It makes it simpler, in a way. No prevaricating, no lies told to make the other feel better. Just straightforward desire.
Now he kisses Remus, kisses him with hands moving up to cradle his face, holds him to a kiss that's deep and sensual and goes on for a minute before Magnus pulls away.
He murmurs a few words under his breath and then a pale blue mist wafts over Remus' face, all but forcing him to breath in the magic and then... let go. ]
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Magnus pulls away and it's tempting to chase his lips, but he stays put, knowing what's about to happen. Sure enough, there's a sensation he's intimately familiar with-- Magnus' magic. He breathes it in and it immediately spreads through him, relaxing him so he practically melts into Magnus' arms with a soft whimper, burying his face in the man's neck and inhaling his scent.
It's a bit like being drunk, but without the dulling of his senses or thoughts. He hasn't even thought the words before they're coming out of his mouth.] I love how you smell. [He nuzzles at Magnus' neck, humming pleasantly and not in the least embarrassed.] Please touch me?
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His hands move under the hem of Remus' shirt, slide over his back, rucking up the fabric as he goes. ]
Get undressed for me, darling. [ It's a gentle command, because he knows Remus will follow it without question. ]
Slowly. And I'll give you everything you want.
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He slowly pulls his shirt up over his head, making an effort to take his time, to give Magnus a good view. His pajama pants are next, thumbs hooking into the waistband and inching them down his thin hips. He's flushed again, down to his chest, by the time he steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. Those come off too, his half-hard cock springing free.
He looks back up at Magnus, biting his lip and waiting for his next order.]
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Sit down. [ He nods towards a nearby plush armchair. ]
I want to watch you touch yourself first. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.