( Alec can feel Magnus, spilling hot over his hand and stomach, he can feel Magnus shaking with his release and he doesn’t let go, stroking him through it until he’s finished. Alec isn’t far behind.
Magnus’ name is a wrecked, desperate sound on his lips. It’s a cry, a plea, a prayer and he surges forward to kiss Magnus, heated and messy and his legs are trembling as he thrusts one, two, three times erratically and when it hits him, it’s a white hot, blinding pleasure and he comes with a soft cry that’s swallowed between them in the kiss.
It takes a few moments to come down, to ride out the waves of aftershock. His clean hand slides up Magnus’ back and he buries his fingers into soft black hair not trusting himself to speak just yet. )
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Magnus’ name is a wrecked, desperate sound on his lips. It’s a cry, a plea, a prayer and he surges forward to kiss Magnus, heated and messy and his legs are trembling as he thrusts one, two, three times erratically and when it hits him, it’s a white hot, blinding pleasure and he comes with a soft cry that’s swallowed between them in the kiss.
It takes a few moments to come down, to ride out the waves of aftershock. His clean hand slides up Magnus’ back and he buries his fingers into soft black hair not trusting himself to speak just yet. )