OFA: In the library

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Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

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Nikola's other hand falls to Will's thigh, fingers sliding along the inseam and moving slowly higher.

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Will can't help looking at the door. It's closed.

His jeans are warm and tight, just like his chest and the air in the room. His fingers slip around, starting on the buttons of Nikola's skirt at the bottom. He fumbles at first, then moves quickly.

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The hand on Will's chest moves much more slowly as Nikola unbuttons Will's shirt, fingers sliding under the cloth to touch warm skin. He breaks the kiss to bend his head and drag his lips over Will's neck.

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Will shivers, unable to help himself. He knows the teeth are there, he can almost convince himself that he feels them. It makes it surreal, but he can't get enough of it. He guides Nikola's shirt free from his shoulders, fascinated by the smooth muscles of his arms.

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Nikola's hand stops high on Will's thigh, kneading the muscle gently. Dragging his lips up to Will's ear, he murmurs. "Would you like to continue this here, or should we move somewhere else?"

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Vivid images of Magnus, Henry, Ashley and hell, even the Big Guy, walking in on them make Will stop and pull back.

"Move," he says simply, unable to tear his eyes from Nikola's incredibly dark ones. "My room's not bad, there's paper on the bed but--" Nikola's has to be nicer.

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"Working rather than sleeping?" Nikola teases, pulling away as well and standing, not bothering to pick up his shirt. "I think my room is closer."

Also, yes, nicer.

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Will reaches down and grabs the shirt before he follows Nikola towards his bedroom. Old quotes, thoughts of the wicked being led to their doom dance through his head but he'd rather be distracted by the way Nikola's trousers cling to his hips.

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Nikola smirks, fully aware of Will's scrutiny. When they reach his room, he opens the door for Will. "After you, William."

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Will hasn't seen Magnus' bedroom, but he assumes Nikola's view is almost as good. Possibly better. He folds the shirt against his chest and stares out the window.

"Wow," he says simply. "Yours is better."

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"The secret is to put up a fuss until she gives you something appropriate," Nikola says, smirking a little as he steps up behind Will. He slides his arms around Will's waist and rests his chin on Will's shoulder.

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Surprised by the intimacy, Will wraps his arms over Nikola's and tries not to think too much about the heat between them.

"I might have to remember that," he agrees, then sighs. "Actually, mine is probably appropriate. Strange view of half the city and half the grounds, not high enough to really see everything."

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Nikola turns his head to kiss Will's neck again. "You can see enough, I'm sure, for a mind like yours."

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Will strokes the back of his hand, surprised by the compliment. "Disjointed, racing and a little too juvenile for my liking?" he teases. It's been improving. He definitely feels less like the idiot and more like he'll catch up, eventually, given centuries.

"Though, I should stop comparing myself to the best."

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Nikola chuckles slightly, nuzzling behind Will's ear. "You do well enough. If I thought you were stupid, you wouldn't be here."

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Almost chuckling, Will turns in his arms, dropping his hands to Nikola's smooth waist. "That may be the best compliment I've ever been given." He leans closer, kissing his cheek before he shifts to Nikola's lips.

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Nikola's arm tightens around Will's waist, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together. His other hand slides slowly up Will's back and into his hair as he returns the kiss.

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Knowing the door is safely closed, Will's a little bolder. He parts Nikola's lips with his tongue, then sucks his bottom lip for a moment. His shirt is the last thing between their skin and he's already fantasizing.

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Nikola makes quick work of Will's shirt, cool fingers sliding over his chest and down his stomach, hooking into Will's waistband.

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Will's fingers work with the catch of Nikola's belt, tugging it free in a long motion. Will's thumb brushes across his hip.

Standing on the heel, Will slips off one shoe, then the other. Then he drops to his knees, running a hand along Nikola's calf as she checks his shoes.

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Nikola can't help smirking at the sight of Will on his knees. His fingers slide through Will's hair almost fondly.

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Will unties the laces of Nikola's shoes and looks up. He likes the smirk. He doesn't quite understand why, but he almost feels safe. Not from Nikola, but from the rest of the world.

He kisses Nikola's firm stomach, just above the waist, as he stands back up. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

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"I didn't expect you would," Nikola says. "It's very simple, though. Start with what you know you like, and work from there." He places a hand flat on Will's stomach and starts to push him back toward the bed.

"You're extremely observant. I'm sure you'll do just fine."

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Will swallows a laugh. The only thing he can pay attention to is the delicate pattern of dark hair down the middle of Nikola's chest and the small pink nipples on his chest. When his thighs hit the bed, he sits down, hard. There's a little bit of a rush in having something new and a bigger one when he realizes how turned on he is.

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Nikola keeps moving forward, climbing onto the bed, knees on either side of Will's legs, straddling them. His hands rest on Will's shoulders lightly, thumbs sliding along his collarbone.