Wyn

[0_0_7]

A half hour a week. He had to entertain the fucking nymph for a thirty fucking minutes a week. Q had heard him go on for a while about how much he resented the little shit and his trickery.

But they'd agreed on a sliver of time between dinner and bed when Q was busy with his studies.

Bond opened the door for Wyn, looked him up and down and looked offended, then stepped back to let him in.

"Take off your shoes," he ordered.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"...Why?" Wyn asked, even as he toed off his trainers.

[0_0_7]

"Because it's my home and you'll follow my rules," he said tightly. He pulled out his phone and set the timer. 30 minutes.

This would be an eternity.

"When the alarm goes off, you leave. I don't care what you're doing. Stop and get out."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"...Okay," Wyn replied, shrugging a little and looking around.

"So, uh, what do you want me to do?"

[0_0_7]

"I'm going to be having a guest tonight. Go fix my bedroom," he said. "There are sheets waiting on the bed."

He waved him off through a door. When Wyn stepped through, if there had been any question about Bond's tastes, the decor of his bedroom answered that. A cross was fixed to the wall and there was hardware in the ceiling with chains still hanging from them. The bed was huge and old, the posts at the 4 corners reaching nearly to the ceiling.

On the bed lay a pile.

The sheets were rubber.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn took it all in, a little overwhelmed. He put the sheets on, then started to put things away- not that there was much mess.

When he was done he wandered over to the cross, touching it curiously. He couldn't believe it was just there, in the man's room.

[0_0_7]

He gave Wyn time, then came to check on him.

"Did you find something shiny to pinch?" Bond asked from the doorway.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm not a thief," Wyn frowned, looking back at the man. "And if you thought I was you'd never have sent me in here alone. You're just being rude for the sake of it."

[0_0_7]

"It seems that's all I'm allowed to do to you," he scowled.

"Pity. I could have shown you what an amateur Hex is," he added, knowing Hex was a sore subject.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Hex is wonderful- And I never said you weren't allowed to do anything. I said you could do whatever you wanted to me as long as you kept your clothes on. The fact that you can't find something that you'd enjoy that fits those parameters only speaks to a lack of creativity on your part," Wyn replied.

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Bond crossed the room quickly and backed him up against the cross, pinning him there with the breadth of his chest.

"I wonder if you can even imagine the kinds of things I could do to you without ever touching you," he purred. Then he stepped back and slashed his hand through the air. The bonds from the cross shot out and captured Wyn's wrists, then retracted to secure him to the cross.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn's magic sparked in excitement, but Wyn was still, watching the other man like a fox ready to chew off its own paw to escape.

"I'll be honest- I don't really care," he said finally, deciding to stick to his posturing, to remain unbothered. He never wanted Bond to know he might be getting under his skin.

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure you don't," he said, flicking his finger at him and sending a shock of pain and desire through him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn swore, pulling hard on the bonds that held him. The magic left a strange taste in his mouth- not bad, just different.

"What is that?" he asked softly, his body buzzing with arousal.

[0_0_7]

"Power, lad. Real power," he said, doing it again.

It was one of the most basic spells he'd learned when he'd delved into sex magic. It was supposed to be used sparingly, as a little thrill. Bond clearly abused it as he hit Wyn again and again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn was stoic and calm for as long as he could be, until finally he cracked. Whimpering, the only thing that stopped his pheromones from pouring out was the necklace John had given him that he was wearing around his neck.

"Stop," he panted.

[0_0_7]

Bond enjoyed watching him squirm. But this was messing about, not real play, so when Wyn said stop, he took him at his word.

"If you clean well while you're here, I'll give you a little reward," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What kind of reward?" Wyn asked quietly.

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Bond smirked at him and hit him with a spell to make him come where he was. Bound. Tormented. And now soaking wet, Bond rather enjoyed the sight.

Maybe this wasn't so bad.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It happened so fast, hit him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment Wyn just hung there- Humiliated and still feeling that pulse of pleasure ebbing through him.

Trembling, he looked at Bond with wide eyes. Truly, he was too shocked to even speak. He'd never felt magic like that. Never. ...And yet, in some ways it felt familiar. Almost like his own.

[0_0_7]

"A reward," Bond said, and his phone began to beep. He waved his hand and released Wyn from his bonds. "Now get out."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn nearly fell as the man released him, but soon righted himself and nodded- Eager to just go.

Though as he slipped on his shoes, he couldn't help himself- he had to ask.

"Do you- Do you have nymph blood, professor?" he asked quietly.

[0_0_7]

"Get out," was all he replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn didn't need to be told again. As soon as his shoes were on, he was gone.