Disclaimer: Not mine. Cassie Clare's.
Magnus is officially sucking at the skin on Alec's skin, right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, and although Alec is doing nothing to stop him from doing so (rather, his fingers are threaded through Magnus's surprisingly soft hair and pulling him ever closer), there is a part of Alec that thinks, That's going to leave a mark.
It's not the first time Magnus has marked him in such a way, and it most certainly will not be the last. Especially if Magnus keeps nipping at the skin he'd just sucked at, and especially if Magnus's hand doesn't knock off doing whatever he's doing around his waistline. Alec shudders against him, moving closer in ways Magnus can't anymore. "That's going to suck to cover up," he says.
Magnus freezes, lifts his hand from Alec's zipper, and lifts one eyebrow in a perfect arch. "Excuse me?" he asks, an honest, offended tone in his voice, and Alec gives him a sheepish grin. Magnus moves back off of him, and Alec's hand is suddenly freed from Magnus's hair.
Magnus is waiting for an answer, Alec can see it in the way he's folding his arms across his bare chest, the way his lips are pursed, the tightness around his eyes. "The hickey you just gave me," Alec clarifies.
Magnus's brow shoots higher.
"The bruise on my neck," Alec tries again.
Magnus responds by letting his face go blank.
And then, suddenly, their bodies are pressed together again, and both of Magnus's hands are teasing the skin just under Alec's pants and the band of his boxers, and his teeth are much higher up on Alec's neck. "Just wear the turtleneck again," Magnus whispers dangerously, and then his hands slip lower and the next thought Alec has is, But the demon blood excuse only works so many times - and he's lost.
AN: I could explain, but it would be long and winded and you really don't want to hear me go on about the vest Kevin Zegers is wearing, do you?
Short and sweet.
Enjoy~