( Since their very first night together Alec has been learning what Magnus likes, what makes his breath hitch, what draws those little quiet noises from him, what makes him lose that perfectly crafted control. He relishes every little noise and sigh he draws out of his boyfriend and he thinks his name falling from Magnus’ lips is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
The weight of Magnus in his hand is hot and heavy and feels so, so good. He starts off with slow, steady strokes, not exactly teasing but not in a hurry either. With their bodies pressed so close the angle is a little awkward but he makes the most of it and twists his wrist slightly on the upward stroke the way he knows Magnus likes. He wants to take Magnus apart a little more with every stroke. He wants to hear his name again and again until it’s all Magnus can say, all he can think.
He’s so caught up in Magnus. They’re so close their breath mingles with every exhale and looking into Magnus’ eyes he finds them just as beautiful as the first time Magnus let Alec see them. God, that first night. It was the closest Alec had ever felt to another person. Until Magnus, Alec had never known it was possible to feel that good, that loved. Magnus seemed to have stormed into Alec’s life, opening doors and tearing down walls Alec fought so hard to keep up. Magnus was the first person to see Alec for who he really is and love him for it. He didn’t want Alec to change, he wanted Alec to be true to himself. Alec owes Magnus more than Magnus even knows.
And then Magnus shifts his hips and Alec’s brain short-circuits or at least that’s what it feels like. His mouth falls open in a breathless moan and he rocks his hips up, chasing the friction. )
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The weight of Magnus in his hand is hot and heavy and feels so, so good. He starts off with slow, steady strokes, not exactly teasing but not in a hurry either. With their bodies pressed so close the angle is a little awkward but he makes the most of it and twists his wrist slightly on the upward stroke the way he knows Magnus likes. He wants to take Magnus apart a little more with every stroke. He wants to hear his name again and again until it’s all Magnus can say, all he can think.
He’s so caught up in Magnus. They’re so close their breath mingles with every exhale and looking into Magnus’ eyes he finds them just as beautiful as the first time Magnus let Alec see them. God, that first night. It was the closest Alec had ever felt to another person. Until Magnus, Alec had never known it was possible to feel that good, that loved. Magnus seemed to have stormed into Alec’s life, opening doors and tearing down walls Alec fought so hard to keep up. Magnus was the first person to see Alec for who he really is and love him for it. He didn’t want Alec to change, he wanted Alec to be true to himself. Alec owes Magnus more than Magnus even knows.
And then Magnus shifts his hips and Alec’s brain short-circuits or at least that’s what it feels like. His mouth falls open in a breathless moan and he rocks his hips up, chasing the friction. )