[ 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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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.