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Title: between friends
fandom: Ars Magica
square: bondage (wrist/ankles)
word count: 754
summary: Paolos Atreus tries to help Nicolae with his personal life by having a talk with him, about things you can do in bed and tiny Byzantine wizards. Nicolae never particularly wanted the help- and might not even take the advice.
content notes: characters are adults, but one (who is 22) has a fifteen year old's body: no other standard notes apply.
Nicolae was completely, absolutely unsure of why he was discussing his sex life with Paolos (or, to be more accurate, his current complete lack thereof), or what had possessed him to even consider discussing this with the other man. He was certain, however, that he was not nearly drunk enough yet, and pours himself another glass of wine. He isn't sure how many he's had tonight yet, other than 'not enough'.
He'd thought he'd known a fair amount about sex beforehand, especially certain acts forbidden by both God and man, because Galin had been rather enthusiastic (and he tries not to think about it because it hurts to remember), but it seems like from Paolos's rather-too-specific descriptions and so-called advice, that he actually knew very little at all, most of which he'd prefer not to think about in connection with Paolos's own stories.
His mind keeps fixing on one particular description, or rather a set of them: Nicolae had never considered the use of rope during sex before, and Paolos is quite obliging, though Nicolae doesn't ask questions or even want to ask questions, in providing a detailed explanation of various positions to tie someone up in, though Paolos's advice varies and jumps wildly between those explanations, the "art of seduction" on someone skittish or uninterested or both, and how to treat an inexperienced person well and as nicely as they deserve.
"I know that already," Nicolae interjects, snarling, low, irritated despite himself. "It's not as though I'm a virgin. I've had sex before,"
"Lycoris probably is a virgin, though." Paolos interjects: Nicolae glares at him sharply, entirely unsure of why Paolos was bringing the Tremere up in this conversation - until everything connects, and he swears under his breath in his mother tongue, knowing that the Redcap can't understand him or hear him. "You, or anyone else, would have to know how to treat him well."
"Atreus, your advice is unnecessary." Nicolae snaps, trying not to bury his head in his hands because sometimes, like now, dealing with Paolos was giving him a headache.
"I'm just trying to help." Paolos says, raising his hands, just before he pours more wine into his glass.
"Then take your own advice," Nicolae retorts without thinking about it, and immediately regrets it, as Paolos grins.
"I always do," the Redcap says, and his mouth twists into a familiar cat-edged smile. "But if you're not interested..."
Nicolae was about to say something, snap something sharp-edged and irritable, when his words die in his throat as his mind jumps places that he never wanted to consider, imagines Paolos and Lycoris entwined, little fragments of images.
Lycoris lying on his back on Paolos's bed, Paolos undresses him slowly, sliding off layered robes and presses kisses to the exposed skin, winds silk around his eyes and wrists, spreads his legs ungently and winds more silk around his ankles, ties that silk connected to his wrists, and leaves him helpless.
He shakes his head to try to clear it, especially the lingering heat from the image of Lycoris bound and helpless, open and spread: he'd never considered such things before, damn Paolos for even making him think of the possibility, but as much as he tries to focus, his mind jumps again.
Paolos kneels between Lycoris's thighs, coaxes the little Tremere to open for him with caresses and oil-slick fingers, stroking him inside and out until he's squirming in his bonds, thighs trembling. Lycoris's eyes flutter closed as Paolos slides over him, grips his hips and enters him- and then the image shifts, changes- and instead it's himself over and inside the pretty, bound wizard, roughly taking him over and over again -
Nicolae growls, forces the image to break, tries to force down his arousal, because he shouldn't be thinking of this and he especially shouldn't be thinking of it like this . "Paolos," he says, through gritted teeth, and he's had quite enough of Paolos and his help for the evening.
"Yes?" the other man asks, setting down his glass for a moment, as he reaches for the bottle of wine to refill his glass, only to find the bottle empty. The cat-smile hasn't left his face, and Nicolae's just had entirely enough and nowhere near enough alcohol.
"Shut up," Nicolae punctuates his words by punching Paolos in the face, before turning and stalking off, intending on drinking enough so that he won't remember this entire evening the next morning, and hopes to not dream of having Lycoris completely at his mercy.
fandom: Ars Magica
square: bondage (wrist/ankles)
word count: 754
summary: Paolos Atreus tries to help Nicolae with his personal life by having a talk with him, about things you can do in bed and tiny Byzantine wizards. Nicolae never particularly wanted the help- and might not even take the advice.
content notes: characters are adults, but one (who is 22) has a fifteen year old's body: no other standard notes apply.
Nicolae was completely, absolutely unsure of why he was discussing his sex life with Paolos (or, to be more accurate, his current complete lack thereof), or what had possessed him to even consider discussing this with the other man. He was certain, however, that he was not nearly drunk enough yet, and pours himself another glass of wine. He isn't sure how many he's had tonight yet, other than 'not enough'.
He'd thought he'd known a fair amount about sex beforehand, especially certain acts forbidden by both God and man, because Galin had been rather enthusiastic (and he tries not to think about it because it hurts to remember), but it seems like from Paolos's rather-too-specific descriptions and so-called advice, that he actually knew very little at all, most of which he'd prefer not to think about in connection with Paolos's own stories.
His mind keeps fixing on one particular description, or rather a set of them: Nicolae had never considered the use of rope during sex before, and Paolos is quite obliging, though Nicolae doesn't ask questions or even want to ask questions, in providing a detailed explanation of various positions to tie someone up in, though Paolos's advice varies and jumps wildly between those explanations, the "art of seduction" on someone skittish or uninterested or both, and how to treat an inexperienced person well and as nicely as they deserve.
"I know that already," Nicolae interjects, snarling, low, irritated despite himself. "It's not as though I'm a virgin. I've had sex before,"
"Lycoris probably is a virgin, though." Paolos interjects: Nicolae glares at him sharply, entirely unsure of why Paolos was bringing the Tremere up in this conversation - until everything connects, and he swears under his breath in his mother tongue, knowing that the Redcap can't understand him or hear him. "You, or anyone else, would have to know how to treat him well."
"Atreus, your advice is unnecessary." Nicolae snaps, trying not to bury his head in his hands because sometimes, like now, dealing with Paolos was giving him a headache.
"I'm just trying to help." Paolos says, raising his hands, just before he pours more wine into his glass.
"Then take your own advice," Nicolae retorts without thinking about it, and immediately regrets it, as Paolos grins.
"I always do," the Redcap says, and his mouth twists into a familiar cat-edged smile. "But if you're not interested..."
Nicolae was about to say something, snap something sharp-edged and irritable, when his words die in his throat as his mind jumps places that he never wanted to consider, imagines Paolos and Lycoris entwined, little fragments of images.
Lycoris lying on his back on Paolos's bed, Paolos undresses him slowly, sliding off layered robes and presses kisses to the exposed skin, winds silk around his eyes and wrists, spreads his legs ungently and winds more silk around his ankles, ties that silk connected to his wrists, and leaves him helpless.
He shakes his head to try to clear it, especially the lingering heat from the image of Lycoris bound and helpless, open and spread: he'd never considered such things before, damn Paolos for even making him think of the possibility, but as much as he tries to focus, his mind jumps again.
Paolos kneels between Lycoris's thighs, coaxes the little Tremere to open for him with caresses and oil-slick fingers, stroking him inside and out until he's squirming in his bonds, thighs trembling. Lycoris's eyes flutter closed as Paolos slides over him, grips his hips and enters him- and then the image shifts, changes- and instead it's himself over and inside the pretty, bound wizard, roughly taking him over and over again -
Nicolae growls, forces the image to break, tries to force down his arousal, because he shouldn't be thinking of this and he especially shouldn't be thinking of it like this . "Paolos," he says, through gritted teeth, and he's had quite enough of Paolos and his help for the evening.
"Yes?" the other man asks, setting down his glass for a moment, as he reaches for the bottle of wine to refill his glass, only to find the bottle empty. The cat-smile hasn't left his face, and Nicolae's just had entirely enough and nowhere near enough alcohol.
"Shut up," Nicolae punctuates his words by punching Paolos in the face, before turning and stalking off, intending on drinking enough so that he won't remember this entire evening the next morning, and hopes to not dream of having Lycoris completely at his mercy.
