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[alcuin]

It had been a while since anyone had randomly recognized Alcuin. He credited this in part to the fading memory of the city (despite the tabloid flair-up around the holidays), and in part to his decision to cut his hair. He'd also taken to wearing glasses, which were a prescription weak enough that he'd typically gone without them in the past, but he was spending considerably more time in front of a computer these days than he had when Anafiel was alive. Maybe it was a little Clark Kent of him, but he definitely wasn't noticed as much this way. And it wasn't even just being recognized, but he also got less attention. Which caused... more conflicting emotions than he would have anticipated.

In any case, this all resulted in his looking like a rather normal young man sitting at an outdoor cafe drinking coffee and reading a copy of Jon Ronson's new book So You've Been Publicly Shamed. It struck a bit of a chord with him, to be honest. He was glad he hadn't spent much time on social media last year. He really didn't want to know what Twitter had thought of him.

The cafe was busier than usual, perhaps due to the weather being nice, and it was a Friday just late enough for people to skip out of work early. He reached over and took his bag out of the other seat at his table in case anyone wanted to join him, as there were no more empty seats around.

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[alcuin]

Intoxicating. From Felix, who praised his intelligence rather than his beauty, but still thought him beautiful even with with short hair.

"I could say the same," he finally said, with a little smile. "You're hardly even older than me."

[harrowgate]

"I lose my manners for intoxicating men who are older than me, as well," Felix answered glibly, his brows dancing in merry suggestion. "If I'm very lucky, they try to teach me to behave."

[alcuin]

Alcuin bit his lip, looking amused. Then said, "I... can understand that. And dear Hannibal does try, sometimes."

[harrowgate]

Now that drew Felix's interest, like a moth's interest in a flame. He sat forward in his hair, leaning on the small bar table to dangle his glass in his hands. "I don't suppose you'd like to tell me all about that," he invited in a low voice, watching Alcuin intently. "I promise a word of it will never leave my lips."

[alcuin]

Alcuin skated his tongue across his teeth, a touch anxious. "Oh, Felix, I shouldn't," he said. "Talk about Hannibal, I mean. He wouldn't like it. But, it's only..." He could talk about the dead, though, right? "Well, Anafiel, he treated me like I might break. Sweet and gentle and... and solicitous. Nearly to a fault. So afraid of seeming like one of my clients, I assume. And I don't know what it is that makes me want..." His voice trailed off.

Then he lowered it even more. So low it was nearly inaudible. "He allows me to submit when I wish, because he knows it pleases me, but I can tell his heart isn't in it."

Too much wine, too much wine. "You cannot repeat that."

[harrowgate]

Felix listened to every word hungrily, anticipating each one on Alcuin's perfect pink lips. He drank his wine only absently. When Alcuin finished, Felix tilted his head. "You have a lover who wants to please you so much that he sets aside his own primary desires to fulfill yours. Darling, I'm not sure I understand what the secret is."

[alcuin]

Alcuin's lips parted for a moment as if in surprise, but then he only looked down at his glass and smiled a little. "I've impressed upon you what a private man Hannibal is. If he knew I was talking about our sex life I can't imagine he would like it very much. But the point is well taken, and I can assure you I was not meaning to complain."

[harrowgate]

"Not at all. I quite understand. It's the sort of thing made all the more delicious by enthusiasm and hunger on the part of both partners," Felix observed, working with some difficulty to erase any trace of bitterness from his voice. His lips curved faintly in a smile, and his eyes were lidded and suggestive, discouraging Alcuin from looking more deeply into them.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll never breathe a word of this to your dear doctor."

[alcuin]

Alcuin did catch just the barest hint of that tone. Enough to make him wonder if perhaps he'd had a similar issue with Shannon. If Felix too liked to be dominated on occasion, Alcuin did not find it difficult to imagine Shannon being similar to Hannibal in his lack of a taste for it.

Of course, it left he and Felix quite the pair. At least Felix would know he would find no help with Alcuin in that regard - though that was probably already obvious. Alcuin didn't exactly come across as the dominant sort.

"Thank you," he said quietly, and then added with a slightly sheepish smile, "And of course, I should mention that I enjoy all manner of pleasure." He didn't want Felix to think that Alcuin expected him to serve any particular need.

... assuming that was where this was going. Which he thought it seemed to be. They really should get a room soon or Alcuin was going to find sitting here to be increasingly uncomfortable.

[harrowgate]

Felix remained as he had been drawn by Alcuin's delicate, careful allotment of tempting morsels of detail: leaned on the table on his forearms and watching Alcuin speak with frank fascination. He spoke quickly on the heels of Alcuin's statement. "Don't qualify your desires, darling. You should be given whatever you want. Men should be dueling over the privilege to pin you down and pleasure you."

[alcuin]

A slight flush rose to Alcuin's skin, though it was not embarrassment but simple heat rising in his body. "I might say the same of you."

[harrowgate]

Felix's lashes veiled his eyes for half a moment in acknowledgement of the compliment, strange as it may seem to anyone outside, who didn't understand. He didn't exactly advertise that particular desire. It left him too vulnerable, too unprotected. "I don't have the patience to cultivate a proper dominant, and one-night strangers never quite get it right, I'm afraid."

[alcuin]

"I wouldn't trust a stranger," Alcuin said, immediately. "Not to have control over me, not anymore." He was much warier these days of one night stands in general, but he certainly wouldn't be submissive with one.

[harrowgate]

"I have thought..." Felix caught himself before admitting that he had thought about paying for the pleasure. That was too much to say, even to Alcuin who understood. The words died on his lips, and he melted into a smile that he hoped would distract from what he nearly said. "I understand. You can make the decision now, and merely making the choice is freeing, isn't it?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin relaxed visibly. "Yes," he said. "Though I was never forced into anything, I still... I mean, it is nice to have no other motivation, nothing to answer for but my own desires."

[harrowgate]

Felix had allowed too many opportunities pass already. He tipped his head just so, and asked, "What do you choose, tonight?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin brought his lower lip briefly between his teeth. "Oh... you, I think."

[harrowgate]

"You think?" Felix murmured, unable to suppress a smile. "I want you to be very, very certain. Tell me what you want."

[alcuin]

Alcuin laughed, breathlessly. "You, I want you. In a room here, with some expediency."

[harrowgate]

Felix smiled in satisfaction, and slipped a hand in his jacket pocket to slip Alcuin one of his cards. "Go reserve one, then text me the room number. I'll join you."

[alcuin]

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