( 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. )
( magnus breathes out a shuddering breath when he feels alec's turn, kissing him with the same heat and intensity, as if encouraging him, as if wanting to draw even more pleasure to him. hearing his name said like that... it sends a shiver down his spine, the best kind of shiver. he'll treasure that sound forever.
he should clean them up, but magnus' mouth is trailing kisses at the corner of alec's lips, along his jaw, slow and tender. he's not entirely recovered himself, feeling weak-limbed and out of breath, but not yet pulling away from alec, not yet rolling aside. )
You're perfect, ( he whispers instead, right against alec's skin. )
( It takes Alec a moment to gather himself. His heart is racing in his chest and he feels shaky and weak but wholly and utterly satisfied. The words Magnus whispers against his skin, you’re perfect, have Alec’s heart skipping a beat and lodging itself somewhere in his throat. He feels genuinely happy as he so rarely does and it’s overwhelming. His chest feels tight with emotion and he lets out an unsteady breath. Alec’s voice, when he can speak isn’t much better. )
Not even close. Not compared to you. That was... ( His voice trails off as he tries to think of a word to describe what just happened between them. He turns his head slightly, lips pressed reverently against Magnus’ temple. The word “magic” comes to mind. He wants to say it was like Magnus was using his magic, everything enhanced and electric but he knew it wasn’t magic, not the warlock kind anyway. That was the two of them and a testament to what they had, what they were to each other. Still magic maybe, in a different sense.
Instead, Alec says the only words that seem to matter, what he knows to be absolutely true beyond any shadow of a doubt. )
( it really is magical, between them. even with his body feeling so weak, magnus' magic feels alive under his skin, revived, reawakened. it's always there, but the intensity of his emotions and the sensations they just shared seem to have light it's match. he feels so very alive, and loved, and closer to alec than anyone he's ever been. )
Like magic? ( he looks a tiny little bit pleased with himself, but mostly he's just... filled with joy. he's never happier than he is around alec. holding himself up on that forearm, he looks in alec's eyes, his own glowing slightly. )
I love you too, Alexander. ( his hand leaves alec's hair, brushing it back from his sorta sticky forehead with a little smile and pressing a kiss there.
then he's shifting away, breath hitching at the loss of alec inside him, but quickly waving a hand to clean them both up, settling against alec again, tugging his arm around his own shoulders and hooking his leg over alec's as he settles half on his side, half leaning onto him. he nuzzles against alec shoulder a bit, his breathing finally returning to something akin to normal, snuggling close to the man he loves. )
( Even when the majority of people around Alec didn’t understand him, Magnus did. It was like he could read Alec’s mind and finish his thoughts even when he was at a loss for words. )
Yeah, just like magic. ( He chuckles, still a little breathless. When Magnus settles against him, Alec tightens his arm around him and tugs him closer already missing the proximity from just a few minutes ago. He wishes they could always exist like this, in this little bubble where the rest of the world doesn’t exist and it’s just the two of them. )
Please. I’m hardly amazing. Not compared to you. ( He’s playing. Mostly. But underneath his light and playful tone there is a hint of the truth. He’s not fishing for compliments. Alec is a man of few words so when he speaks he says what he means. Magnus is the most incredible, amazing man he’s ever met for so many reasons. It’s just a simple truth he believes wholeheartedly. )
But... ( He adds, before Magnus can argue, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on Magnus’ shoulder. Magnus is pressed close, tucked perfectly against Alec’s side, legs tangled on the sheets and Alec thinks maybe they were made for each other. )
I couldn't, Alexander. ( he shakes his head against alec's shoulder. his fingers draw patterns on his chest. )
Your heart is always in the right place. ( it's part of why he loves alec so much. he's never met a shadowhunter like alec and never met anyone like alec. someone so dedicated to his work, so earnest, so eager to have everyone around him safe and taken care of. so ready to take on the responsibility for the safety and well being of others.
and someone who accepts him as he is. loves him so entirely for who he is. someone that makes magnus feel safe enough to tear all his walls down and does the same in return. when they're in private, together, it's like they're in a world of their own, but in that space they're both who they are at the core, stripped of everything else. )
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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. )
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he should clean them up, but magnus' mouth is trailing kisses at the corner of alec's lips, along his jaw, slow and tender. he's not entirely recovered himself, feeling weak-limbed and out of breath, but not yet pulling away from alec, not yet rolling aside. )
You're perfect, ( he whispers instead, right against alec's skin. )
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Not even close. Not compared to you. That was... ( His voice trails off as he tries to think of a word to describe what just happened between them. He turns his head slightly, lips pressed reverently against Magnus’ temple. The word “magic” comes to mind. He wants to say it was like Magnus was using his magic, everything enhanced and electric but he knew it wasn’t magic, not the warlock kind anyway. That was the two of them and a testament to what they had, what they were to each other. Still magic maybe, in a different sense.
Instead, Alec says the only words that seem to matter, what he knows to be absolutely true beyond any shadow of a doubt. )
Magnus, I love you.
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Like magic? ( he looks a tiny little bit pleased with himself, but mostly he's just... filled with joy. he's never happier than he is around alec. holding himself up on that forearm, he looks in alec's eyes, his own glowing slightly. )
I love you too, Alexander. ( his hand leaves alec's hair, brushing it back from his sorta sticky forehead with a little smile and pressing a kiss there.
then he's shifting away, breath hitching at the loss of alec inside him, but quickly waving a hand to clean them both up, settling against alec again, tugging his arm around his own shoulders and hooking his leg over alec's as he settles half on his side, half leaning onto him. he nuzzles against alec shoulder a bit, his breathing finally returning to something akin to normal, snuggling close to the man he loves. )
You really never cease to amaze me.
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Yeah, just like magic. ( He chuckles, still a little breathless. When Magnus settles against him, Alec tightens his arm around him and tugs him closer already missing the proximity from just a few minutes ago. He wishes they could always exist like this, in this little bubble where the rest of the world doesn’t exist and it’s just the two of them. )
Please. I’m hardly amazing. Not compared to you. ( He’s playing. Mostly. But underneath his light and playful tone there is a hint of the truth. He’s not fishing for compliments. Alec is a man of few words so when he speaks he says what he means. Magnus is the most incredible, amazing man he’s ever met for so many reasons. It’s just a simple truth he believes wholeheartedly. )
But... ( He adds, before Magnus can argue, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on Magnus’ shoulder. Magnus is pressed close, tucked perfectly against Alec’s side, legs tangled on the sheets and Alec thinks maybe they were made for each other. )
I hope you never think less of me.
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Your heart is always in the right place. ( it's part of why he loves alec so much. he's never met a shadowhunter like alec and never met anyone like alec. someone so dedicated to his work, so earnest, so eager to have everyone around him safe and taken care of. so ready to take on the responsibility for the safety and well being of others.
and someone who accepts him as he is. loves him so entirely for who he is. someone that makes magnus feel safe enough to tear all his walls down and does the same in return. when they're in private, together, it's like they're in a world of their own, but in that space they're both who they are at the core, stripped of everything else. )