[Albus' announcement of his citation certainly catches Elias' notice, though rather than reply to the general announcement he reaches out to Albus directly, text succinct.]
[The remainder of the day goes . . . uneventfully enough. No notices of censure from the powers that be, which is a bit of a relief. Elias makes his way home where he knows Albus is already waiting, and puts down his briefcase near the door, shedding overcoat and shoes before strolling inside in search of his errant Submissive.]
[In spite of needing to learn the route back by foot, Dumbledore is already in the apartment when Elias returns. He sits out in the living room reading until he hears the front door open, folding his book closed when he hears the other man's arrival.
Albus isn't entirely sure what to expect. He'd understand if Elias was irritated with him. They'd already discussed being forthright about breaking rules, and, well, he'd managed to certainly put that agreement into effect rather quickly, hadn't he?
Glancing up when Elias walks into the room, he smiles weakly.]
[He certainly isn't upset. He isn't even visibly angry, or irritated. He is calm, curious, putting his device and wallet on the kitchenette counter on the way to the couch. He waits until he's seated before asking, in a tone that does not lead at all - simply wanting to know one fact of intent that is infinitely harder to scry than it is to simply ask of a man who already looks so rattled.]
[He says the words with a touch of sheepishness to them. After all, it was one thing to brazenly break the rules as some kind of deliberate act of resistance -- God knows he'd done plenty of that throughout his life -- but it was another to simply forget.]
I'd gotten rather used to simply Apparating myself to the Sanctuary at the start of the work day. I forgot the new rules entirely until the citation was being handed out.
[As he thought. He can check into it later, but it's an answer that squares with everything he knows of Albus, everything he's seen. Elias half-smiles in satisfaction, though there's an subdued thoughtfulness to the expression as well, resting his hand on Albus'.]
[Albus smiles slightly in turn, enjoying the light warmth of Elias' hand on his. While he would have understood if Elias were irked by the events of the day, there is something reassuring in how calm he remains, the possibility of tension ebbing away.]
I suppose so. Still. I did not intend to be so unruly to you so quickly after your return.
[It's astounding how easily he's distracted by any touch to the collar at his throat. Before it, he feels an easy reassurance at Elias' response, and then a simply flick of the metal ring and a subtle promise of more shoves that aside entirely.
There's a faint rise of color in his cheeks when he responds:]
Well. If the approved punishment is limiting your movements . . .
[He hooks his finger fully through the loop of the collar, applying a gentle pull and twist - not enough to choke, but just enough to tighten the band minutely and draw Albus up into a proper posture. He performs the action lazily, eyes lidded and mouth curled in a subtle smile, pleased by the quiet tell of his flush and attention.]
[He finds himself swallowing by instinct, feeling the tightness of the collar more starkly as he does. Without even needing to think, he finds himself straightening to match Elias' unspoken gesture, aligning himself to what he wishes without questioning it.
Albus knows without being told that the flush in his cheeks and the alertness in his eyes is blatant. It contrasts sharply with how casually Elias maneuvers him, and it only draws him in all the more.]
[He's been unashamed of his perusal and study of the more instructional texts on rope bondage, knots practiced in miniature with string upon wine bottles, diagrams sketched in his neat, fine-lined hand. He enjoys the practice, the core of utility with room left all around for creativity and personal taste, the sheer scope of forms all suited to their own individual purposes.
Once Albus is sitting straight-backed and proper he eases that pressure, though he still holds his collar gently, meeting his eyes.]
I would appreciate it if you'd be willing to help me test it. You might even learn to enjoy a bit of restriction.
[Even such a brief implication of what Elias wants makes his skin thrum, alight with anticipation. He has seen others in this city caught in intricate ropework, their arms and legs bound, their skin wearing marks of elaborate patterns when they'd finished. At the carnivals and festivals, there had been demonstrations, Dominants making artwork of their Submissives, coiling ropes around them until they were impressively displayed and at their mercy.
Albus has never been tied or bound in this city, nor has it been offered to him before. If someone else had asked, he might hesitate. But the truth of the matter was, for good or for ill, he trusted Elias enough that no reluctance appeared.]
Well. How could I refuse, when you suggest it so nicely?
[He doesn't imagine that Albus will, which is what makes this all the sweeter, but the option is indeed there. Holding him still in position by the front of his collar, he leans in, nosing the soft skin of his neck just above his collar and pressing a warm, lingering kiss there.]
[Albus' eyes slip closed as Elias noses against his neck, his lips warm and lovely on his throat. He lets out a soft exhale, tilting his head against the other man's, his hands reaching forward to slide onto Elias' sides.
It's a brief moment of touch before he's restrained. His palms run over Elias' waist and up his back, tracing the lines of him before he loses the chance.]
[He remains where he is, humming softly and lingering on the next kiss, teeth skimming his skin before he draws back, relinquishing Albus' collar at last.]
Do what you need to make yourself comfortable, then come back here. I'll gather my things together.
[It isn't much for him to gather up - simply a coil of rope in a handsome natural golden-tan hue, resting in a black cloth satchel of assorted accessories that he retrieves from his workspace in his own bedroom.]
[He lets out a soft sound of regret as Elias pulls away, the feel of his teeth still lingering on Albus' neck. Still, he acquiesces all the same, letting Elias leave while his skin still thrums from a desire for his touch.
Albus does what Elias asks of him, going to his room briefly to get ready. He's never been restrained before, so all he can think to do is remove his clothes, tidily undressing himself and neatly laying his clothing on his mattress. It's a sharp contrast to the other times he's gotten undressed for Elias -- but then, it's all a very new experience, isn't it.
A moment later, he strolls back into the living room, looking for Elias, feeling the building thrum of anticipation growing more stark.]
[Juxtaposed against Albus, Elias is still nearly fully dressed, his bare feet and absent jacket his only concessions to the intimacy of the scene. He's stood in front of the coffee table, satchel resting upon it, shaking out the longest coil of rope and gathering it again from the middle. When Albus walks in he looks him up and down a moment, quiet appreciation in his gaze, then nods him to the open floor past the table. Albus' excitement and apprehension are palpable things on the air, sweet as the music he's put on low, a long succession of lively but unobtrusive string concertos. And himself, he feels entirely content.]
Go on, stand where you like. Have you any questions or concerns before we start?
[He enjoys the brief moment of appreciation, even as the anticipation of the scene still sings through his nerves, making him feel far more alert than usual. Albus moves to the floor in front of the coffee table, not entirely sure where or even how to stand, watching Elias handle the rope all the while.]
Have you ever done this before?
[It's asked out of curiosity, not concern. He trusts Elias not to be clumsy with this, even if he is a new hand at it. Still, he does wonder if this is a taste he's developed before, or a new idea for him.]
Upon another? Not to such an extent. And my practise of many of these knots has all been on a smaller scale.
[As if he were arranging a sculpture, Elias turns him to where the waning light through the spacious windows illuminates him best, taps his ankles gently until his feet are slightly apart and parallel. Albus needs little correcting, but he passes light hands over him even where he's already perfect, confirmation that he is exactly where Elias means him to be. Back straight, neck relaxed,shoulders even and hands at his sides. He comes around to his face last, smiling slightly in approval, thumb skimming over his cheekbone.]
Now. I do need you to remain still while I do this. Talk all you like, but your feet- [And he taps the top of one in illustration without breaking contact, toes light against the arch.] -remain here. Understood?
I see. In that case, I'm pleased to be your first test subject.
[He says the words in jest, but there's a breathlessness to them all the same. Albus feels as if he is entirely on alert, each subtle nudge from Elias stoking it higher. Elias' gestures feel so clinical and precise, so different from what he is used to, and there is a piece of him that wishes to simply reach out and touch -- but he stays still as he's asked to, hands at his sides, taking pleasure in Elias' approval as he keeps himself motionless.]
[He favors him with a little smile, then sets to work, looping the rope over his neck and setting a knot between his shoulderblades before coming around to the front. His arms work in long, artful sweeps, drawing the entire length of the rope through with every knot of the doubled rope hanging down his chest to curl loosely at their feet.]
A full harness to start, I think. It would be a shame to have you undressed and not use the entirety of the canvas I've been given, mm?
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You're alright?
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My apologies for causing trouble, especially bringing citations to your doorstep less than a month into our contract.
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[He is still at work, after all, even if he isn't scheduled for a longer day than usual.]
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[Even with the new commute, or at least he thinks so.]
I'll see you soon.
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Albus isn't entirely sure what to expect. He'd understand if Elias was irritated with him. They'd already discussed being forthright about breaking rules, and, well, he'd managed to certainly put that agreement into effect rather quickly, hadn't he?
Glancing up when Elias walks into the room, he smiles weakly.]
Hello, Elias.
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[He certainly isn't upset. He isn't even visibly angry, or irritated. He is calm, curious, putting his device and wallet on the kitchenette counter on the way to the couch. He waits until he's seated before asking, in a tone that does not lead at all - simply wanting to know one fact of intent that is infinitely harder to scry than it is to simply ask of a man who already looks so rattled.]
This misstep of yours. Did you do it on purpose?
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[He says the words with a touch of sheepishness to them. After all, it was one thing to brazenly break the rules as some kind of deliberate act of resistance -- God knows he'd done plenty of that throughout his life -- but it was another to simply forget.]
I'd gotten rather used to simply Apparating myself to the Sanctuary at the start of the work day. I forgot the new rules entirely until the citation was being handed out.
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Ah well. It's a different world for all of us.
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I suppose so. Still. I did not intend to be so unruly to you so quickly after your return.
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I'd hardly call going to work exactly as you've been doing every day until now 'unruly,' Albus.
[Thoughtfully, he reaches out, giving the ring on his collar a gentle flick.]
Though if you've set your heart on playing the rebel to be chastised I suppose I can oblige.
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There's a faint rise of color in his cheeks when he responds:]
And how would you chastise me, I wonder?
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[He hooks his finger fully through the loop of the collar, applying a gentle pull and twist - not enough to choke, but just enough to tighten the band minutely and draw Albus up into a proper posture. He performs the action lazily, eyes lidded and mouth curled in a subtle smile, pleased by the quiet tell of his flush and attention.]
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Albus knows without being told that the flush in his cheeks and the alertness in his eyes is blatant. It contrasts sharply with how casually Elias maneuvers him, and it only draws him in all the more.]
You wish to limit them for me further, then?
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[He's been unashamed of his perusal and study of the more instructional texts on rope bondage, knots practiced in miniature with string upon wine bottles, diagrams sketched in his neat, fine-lined hand. He enjoys the practice, the core of utility with room left all around for creativity and personal taste, the sheer scope of forms all suited to their own individual purposes.
Once Albus is sitting straight-backed and proper he eases that pressure, though he still holds his collar gently, meeting his eyes.]
I would appreciate it if you'd be willing to help me test it. You might even learn to enjoy a bit of restriction.
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Albus has never been tied or bound in this city, nor has it been offered to him before. If someone else had asked, he might hesitate. But the truth of the matter was, for good or for ill, he trusted Elias enough that no reluctance appeared.]
Well. How could I refuse, when you suggest it so nicely?
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[He doesn't imagine that Albus will, which is what makes this all the sweeter, but the option is indeed there. Holding him still in position by the front of his collar, he leans in, nosing the soft skin of his neck just above his collar and pressing a warm, lingering kiss there.]
I've no intention of forcing your hand.
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It's a brief moment of touch before he's restrained. His palms run over Elias' waist and up his back, tracing the lines of him before he loses the chance.]
I'm not refusing. Not in the slightest.
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[He remains where he is, humming softly and lingering on the next kiss, teeth skimming his skin before he draws back, relinquishing Albus' collar at last.]
Do what you need to make yourself comfortable, then come back here. I'll gather my things together.
[It isn't much for him to gather up - simply a coil of rope in a handsome natural golden-tan hue, resting in a black cloth satchel of assorted accessories that he retrieves from his workspace in his own bedroom.]
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Albus does what Elias asks of him, going to his room briefly to get ready. He's never been restrained before, so all he can think to do is remove his clothes, tidily undressing himself and neatly laying his clothing on his mattress. It's a sharp contrast to the other times he's gotten undressed for Elias -- but then, it's all a very new experience, isn't it.
A moment later, he strolls back into the living room, looking for Elias, feeling the building thrum of anticipation growing more stark.]
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Go on, stand where you like. Have you any questions or concerns before we start?
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Have you ever done this before?
[It's asked out of curiosity, not concern. He trusts Elias not to be clumsy with this, even if he is a new hand at it. Still, he does wonder if this is a taste he's developed before, or a new idea for him.]
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[As if he were arranging a sculpture, Elias turns him to where the waning light through the spacious windows illuminates him best, taps his ankles gently until his feet are slightly apart and parallel. Albus needs little correcting, but he passes light hands over him even where he's already perfect, confirmation that he is exactly where Elias means him to be. Back straight, neck relaxed,shoulders even and hands at his sides. He comes around to his face last, smiling slightly in approval, thumb skimming over his cheekbone.]
Now. I do need you to remain still while I do this. Talk all you like, but your feet- [And he taps the top of one in illustration without breaking contact, toes light against the arch.] -remain here. Understood?
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[He says the words in jest, but there's a breathlessness to them all the same. Albus feels as if he is entirely on alert, each subtle nudge from Elias stoking it higher. Elias' gestures feel so clinical and precise, so different from what he is used to, and there is a piece of him that wishes to simply reach out and touch -- but he stays still as he's asked to, hands at his sides, taking pleasure in Elias' approval as he keeps himself motionless.]
I understand.
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[He favors him with a little smile, then sets to work, looping the rope over his neck and setting a knot between his shoulderblades before coming around to the front. His arms work in long, artful sweeps, drawing the entire length of the rope through with every knot of the doubled rope hanging down his chest to curl loosely at their feet.]
A full harness to start, I think. It would be a shame to have you undressed and not use the entirety of the canvas I've been given, mm?
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