"How do they get the time? Don't they need to sleep? Don't they have work to do?" S'uth wondered, "How do they have so much energy? I outgrew that phase centuries ago."
He coughed, "BUT! UM! It's not any business of mine what witchcraft they practise."
"You little scamp," He grinned, "That would not be appropriate. But since these are our private quarters, they have no business to be in here, unless they were invited. Put it where you want."
He made a note to never invite the meddling Altmer in. Or the rest of the Redorans. Sage's fathers probably won't bat an eyelash, though.
S'uth's movements were more martial in their aesthetic, like the gestures in the shadow and screen plays that he'd done before. He came from behind the screen that way, managing to find some gravity in the situation by concentrating on the movement rather than his own nudity.
"I don't know." Sage. Although, privately, he knew he could be the same if given the chance. "You did? I mean... well, I don't know how they do it."
Sage grins. He thinks of putting it in the living room where guests are recieved...
Sage watches S'uth's dance, eyes glowing. It makes him very happy that S'uth does this for him. Of course he is very aroused, that is evident when he stands, still wearing the skimpy silk of his costume.
"Well," he breathed out through his nose, trying to figure out how to put it. There were always plenty of things left unsaid for mer his age, "I'm getting old, and don't have magic to sustain me the way they do. I've had my days, yes. But that was a long time ago. Then I joined House Redoran. It gave me purpose, friendship, and acceptance. It changed my life."
He raised an eyebrow at Sage's mischievious little grin.
His dance, ostensibly to a different rhythm than that of his partner's, brought him closer to him. "Let's dance together."
Sage laughs. "Well, how they hop and screw and hump for 24 hours a day like frenetic rabbits, I don't know- that's the part I don't understand. But how to have a long robust life? That's easy. You don't need to have the magic; I have it. The Telvanni have long lived retainers who are still in the prime of thier lives. I can give that to you. And I can make it a slow gradual process so it's nothing alienating. I understand what you mean. It seems House Redoran was very good for you. In spite of what we say in Telvanni, we do respect the Redoran."
Sage thinks of the many Dunmer who have had long satisfying lives without being mages.
"Just let me work on your back, and I'll teach you meditation techniques that will heighten your sex drive and how you can channel it to rejuvenate your body. That's how parents do it, without having to resort to necromancy like the other mage-lords have. It's not really magic the way mages have; it's an age old secret, belly magics and all. I'm suprised the Redoran never had this technique."
Sage has a calm confidence. He believes in a happy life.
Sage nods, still mischievous, thinking of a great display for the dildo.
"Yes," Sage joins S'uth in his dance, and with their differing harmonies and body language, they strike an erotic blend. Sage looks S'uth in the eye as he moves close to him, almost touching, always teasing with silk or brushes of the body.
((I'm going to posting a couple of experimental shots of Aryon to see what you think))
"I know. Mages and warriors have an interesting relationship," he sighed, "The secret to a long robust life is not to die. We have physicians in House Redoran. We may not be youthful, but warriors do die young... And no, it isn't taught to most. We concentrate on other aspects to maintain in prime condition for battle. But not as a principle. Perhaps our Councillors do."
S'uth fell silent.
"WELL, if I have to die, I might as well die virile." He smiled. Now he had a reason to be. "Besides, keeping our spouse happy is a serious matter done by serious Redorans."
He now raised both eyebrows and waggled them, still keeping a straight face.
The way their bodies brushed by each other seemed to charge the air around them with an electric current. S'uth's eyes were held by Sage's, occasionally looking at the rest of him with a slight smile of intrigue.
His hands mimicked the grasping of Sage's waist like a lover's embrace, the not-touch only increasing the intimacy and the desire.
"It's simple meditation, really. Warriors can be philosophic. Introspective, those kind of things. Plus it slowly heals you and won't make you ridiculously youthful. Plus it enhances your warrior's instinct, your perception, so that you may become more one with your weapon... this is what belly magic is," teasing.
Sage laughs at S'uth waggling his eyebrows.
As they danced, Sage licks his lips once, or twice, in anticipation and to tease. The energy is synergatic, it seems to give him more. He shifts his focus to make sure that the both of them recieved it in full.
S'uth's moves... it delights Sage that the warrior's sensual side is coming out, how he almost embraces him, and so knowingly, making it more intimate than mer touch can.
It's like they are both deeply aware of each other's invisible energy fields.
"Oh, that. We do that." He raised his eyebrows, unsure if Sage was serious about becoming one with his weapon with belly magic. "Simple meditation. Helps us appreciate the one-ness of all, and life. So that we may not kill or resort to violence when it is not needed. To remain calm in the heat of battle. And to maintain focus even when we lose our heads."
Which he did, quite often.
Marvelling the way the silk seemed to ripple with Sage's every movement, and the way Sage seemed to know the exact right moves with which to tantalize (he had only danced in a portrayal of Nerevar's battleprowess), the dance of power became a dance of sensuality, in which Sage's body was a shrine to revere and yet not touch.
The chains shimmered in the light. Where he would have tapped the spear in a symbol for battle, he now let his not-touch run around Sage's contours.
Eventually, he circled around Sage, and put his hands around his waist. His entire body was tingling with desire.
((I suddenly got reminded of Bollywood film and was like ahfjdhsfjshjadhjfd I CANNOT ALL THAT DANCING))
Sage smiles. He doesn't mention the difficulties S'uth must have with the part about keeping his temper. But, then, S'uth is S'uth.
Sage is aware how the slender chains on S'uth's body moved in the light, to their secrect rhythm. He moves to that rhythm, even to the pattern of their breathing, and heartbeat. The way S'uth moves his hands about him tingles with a hidden energy.
Then when S'uth puts his hands on Saje's waist, he moves slowly, still sensually against the older mer's body, looking into S'uth's eyes as he slips his arms around S'uth.
((Dancing, yes, more men should be dancing. I love that men belly-dance))
He coughed, "BUT! UM! It's not any business of mine what witchcraft they practise."
"You little scamp," He grinned, "That would not be appropriate. But since these are our private quarters, they have no business to be in here, unless they were invited. Put it where you want."
He made a note to never invite the meddling Altmer in. Or the rest of the Redorans. Sage's fathers probably won't bat an eyelash, though.
S'uth's movements were more martial in their aesthetic, like the gestures in the shadow and screen plays that he'd done before. He came from behind the screen that way, managing to find some gravity in the situation by concentrating on the movement rather than his own nudity.
((ajhfdsj asajhds speaking of which http://immortalbears.tumblr.com/post/44704649062/wolf-ears-wizard-son-of-a-me-yes-wizard-im it's an animal farm))
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Sage grins. He thinks of putting it in the living room where guests are recieved...
Sage watches S'uth's dance, eyes glowing. It makes him very happy that S'uth does this for him. Of course he is very aroused, that is evident when he stands, still wearing the skimpy silk of his costume.
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He raised an eyebrow at Sage's mischievious little grin.
His dance, ostensibly to a different rhythm than that of his partner's, brought him closer to him. "Let's dance together."
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Sage thinks of the many Dunmer who have had long satisfying lives without being mages.
"Just let me work on your back, and I'll teach you meditation techniques that will heighten your sex drive and how you can channel it to rejuvenate your body. That's how parents do it, without having to resort to necromancy like the other mage-lords have. It's not really magic the way mages have; it's an age old secret, belly magics and all. I'm suprised the Redoran never had this technique."
Sage has a calm confidence. He believes in a happy life.
Sage nods, still mischievous, thinking of a great display for the dildo.
"Yes," Sage joins S'uth in his dance, and with their differing harmonies and body language, they strike an erotic blend. Sage looks S'uth in the eye as he moves close to him, almost touching, always teasing with silk or brushes of the body.
((I'm going to posting a couple of experimental shots of Aryon to see what you think))
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S'uth fell silent.
"WELL, if I have to die, I might as well die virile." He smiled. Now he had a reason to be. "Besides, keeping our spouse happy is a serious matter done by serious Redorans."
He now raised both eyebrows and waggled them, still keeping a straight face.
The way their bodies brushed by each other seemed to charge the air around them with an electric current. S'uth's eyes were held by Sage's, occasionally looking at the rest of him with a slight smile of intrigue.
His hands mimicked the grasping of Sage's waist like a lover's embrace, the not-touch only increasing the intimacy and the desire.
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Sage laughs at S'uth waggling his eyebrows.
As they danced, Sage licks his lips once, or twice, in anticipation and to tease. The energy is synergatic, it seems to give him more. He shifts his focus to make sure that the both of them recieved it in full.
S'uth's moves... it delights Sage that the warrior's sensual side is coming out, how he almost embraces him, and so knowingly, making it more intimate than mer touch can.
It's like they are both deeply aware of each other's invisible energy fields.
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Which he did, quite often.
Marvelling the way the silk seemed to ripple with Sage's every movement, and the way Sage seemed to know the exact right moves with which to tantalize (he had only danced in a portrayal of Nerevar's battleprowess), the dance of power became a dance of sensuality, in which Sage's body was a shrine to revere and yet not touch.
The chains shimmered in the light. Where he would have tapped the spear in a symbol for battle, he now let his not-touch run around Sage's contours.
Eventually, he circled around Sage, and put his hands around his waist. His entire body was tingling with desire.
((I suddenly got reminded of Bollywood film and was like ahfjdhsfjshjadhjfd I CANNOT ALL THAT DANCING))
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Sage is aware how the slender chains on S'uth's body moved in the light, to their secrect rhythm. He moves to that rhythm, even to the pattern of their breathing, and heartbeat. The way S'uth moves his hands about him tingles with a hidden energy.
Then when S'uth puts his hands on Saje's waist, he moves slowly, still sensually against the older mer's body, looking into S'uth's eyes as he slips his arms around S'uth.
((Dancing, yes, more men should be dancing. I love that men belly-dance))
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