Hello everyone! Sorry I took so long to add another installment of my extended scenes. This scene has been a long time coming for me, and I hope I do it justice. Heads up, this scene is rated Explicit, for language and sexual content. Please click off now if either of those things bothers you.
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"They're beautiful," Alec breathes into the air between them, taking in the sight of Magnus's eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. He feels warm all over, his heart still hammering in his chest from the desperate kisses of just moments ago. "You're beautiful."
Magnus smiles slowly, the comfort of the words washing over him like a blanket. It's been years since he's heard anything positive in regards to his eyes (his real eyes). The complement is rare, and a pleasant surprise, and it eases the tension knotting up his stomach.
Lifting his hand, his long fingers wrap around Alec's wrist, holding it in place there for a moment longer. Alec smiles, small and shy, drawing in a visibly shaky breath, obviously trying to calm his body and ease his heart rate.
Magnus watches his poor boy trying to concentrate, to comfort him in his moment of vulnerability, all while his own body buzzes with barely contained electricity. The young hunter's eyes flicker to Magnus's mouth, his tongue touching to the corner of his lips in an unconscious invitation he's sure Alec doesn't even realize he's giving.
Magnus smiles a little brighter, warmth and desire clouding his expression as he pulls Alec's hand away from his neck and presses his lips to that warm palm, eyes never leaving Alec as he brushes his abused lips to the calluses at the base of Alec fingers. The hunter watching him with a kind of focus that makes Magnus's stomach tighten and twist.
"Look at you," Magnus breathes, a kind smile pulling at his mouth and Alec swallows, his adam's apple making a scene of bobbing in his throat, giving away his nervousness in the small gesture. "I've wreaked absolute havoc and abandoned you completely." his voice is hoarse and deep, Alec's eyes close for a long blink, jaw tightening at the sound of it. Magnus takes the opportunity to pinch the base of his Alec's palm between his teeth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his shy boyfriend; whose eyes remain closed, a blush pulling across his cheekbones.
"Magnus we don't have-" Alec shakes his head minutely, opening his eyes only half-mast.
"No," Magnus turns back towards Alec, his knees pressing into the mattress as he leans forward, pressing his forehead against Alec's. "We're good."
"But we can talk-" Alec continues, his fingers shaking slightly where they're now held gingerly to Magnus's chest, where he can almost feel the strong beat of the Warlock's heart against his palm.
"Stop," Magnus breathes, and Alec looks up, finally staring back into those golden irises, Magnus's narrow pupils dilating visibly in the warm light of the lamp. After a beat of silence, Magnus is guiding Alec's hand back down his chest, with the gentleness one might use to handle a small bird. "I don't feel like talking." He shakes his head, his hair brushing Alec's forehead, his words pulling a darker blush from Alec's cheeks.
"Now, where were we?" Magnus' voice is smooth as silk. Alec holds his breath while Magnus leads his hand to the hem of his shirt before letting go, giving Alec the space to continue, or not.
"Here," Alec states quietly, with a short moment of hesitation before he pinches the soft fabric between his fingers, and begins pushing it up Magnus's body; his callused fingers grazing the soft, warm skin of his torso as he goes.
"Here already?" Magnus teases gently, lifting an eyebrow, but quickly assists Alec as he pulls the shirt over his head (effectively messing up his usually perfect hair) causing his necklace to tangle as they fall against his bare chest.
With the space this puts between them, Magnus now kneeling on the mattress in front of Alec, it gives each of them a pause to look at one another. Alec's eyes combing appreciatively over Magnus's chest, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.
"You can touch me you know," Magnus encourages, lifting his hand to Alec hair, tangling his fingers into the hopeless mess, his thumb pressing the soft skin below Alec's ear. "I'm not going to stop you."
Alec's eyes flicker back to Magnus's for moment, reading the love and encouragement there before he pushes himself into a fully seated position, angling his body toward Magnus. His lip is released from his teeth, red and wet, as he raises a not so steady hand to Magnus's sternum.
Magnus watches Alec as if he might be the most riveting of museum exhibits. His eyes catch every expression, each emotion that flickers across his face or pulls at his eyes. The older man's chest rises and falls quickly with Alec's slow and cautious hands on him. The careful way his fingers explore the newly exposed skin. Magnus's abdomen quivers under the soft graze of curled knuckles, raising goosebumps and causing both men to smile, breathy chuckles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Magnus, with quiet embarrassment, and Alec with the joy of the his new discovery: Magnus is ticklish.
As Alec's fingers make the journey back up the line cut down Magnus's stomach, he grabs hold of the tangle of necklaces that hang there, tugging them gently before looking back to Magnus's face.
"Kiss me," Alec whispers, it's hoarse, and a little embarrassing, his words causing Magnus's lips to twitch and his eyes to move to Alec's mouth, nodding before they're closing the space. Using the hold he has on the jewelry around Magnus's neck, Alec pulls him closer, crushing Magnus's mouth to his own, breathing into the kiss with a desperation that wracks his body and causes a quiet moan to rise in his throat without his permission.
Magnus's arms wind around Alec's neck, his fingers gripping the hunter's hair, abusing his scalp and holding him close with unbreakable strength. Alec shifts, falling back into the soft pillows, pulling Magnus on top of him once again, relishing the weight of his boyfriend pressed the length of him.
Pulling away for air, Alec presses his thumb under Magnus's chin, his mouth falling to the soft skin of Magnus's neck. He's never kissed someone's neck before. But he's wanted to. God he's had unholy fantasies about Magnus's neck. The lean curve of it. The prominence of his adam's apple. The hollow between his collarbones. The tendons that jump and twist under Alec's open mouthed kisses that travel down and back up again.
"Alexander," Magnus whispers and Alec feels the vibration of it in his mouth.
"Mmm?" Alec hums, his lips stilling on Magnus' pulse.
Magnus presses his forearm into the mattress next to Alec's head, lifting himself enough to look down at Alec's face, into his wild eyes. They're alive with lust and unbridled passion and the sight nearly causes Magnus to lose his last sliver of restraint.
"This is your first time. It's a bad habit for firsts to be rushed. Over too quickly." Magnus explains, and Alec tries hard not to think about the experience it must have taken for Magnus to know these things. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you're not comfortable with," Magnus smiles softly, his fingers play with the hair at Alec's temples, thumb brushing the sweat down his neck.
"I know you don't like talking about sex," Magnus leans down to bump his nose against Alec's as his words bring them both back to one particular makeout session where things had gotten a little heated and Magnus's dirty mouth had run away with him, purring things in Alec's ear that made the younger man both blush and hide his face in Magnus's neck, mortified.
"But trust me," Magnus presses a kiss to Alec's lips, snagging his full bottom lip in his teeth for a split second, causing Alec's breath to audibly catch, "Communication is the key to great sex." Magnus purrs against Alec's mouth.
Alec makes an embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, tilting his chin up to the ceiling, avoiding Magnus's fire lit eyes.
Magnus pulls back slightly, the sweet and innocent action causing him to smile and lean down to press his lips to the soft skin below Alec's jaw. (One of his favorite places). A silent comfort and encouragement, "To start us off; I like it when you pull my hair." He breathes the words next to Alec ear, feeling the heat from the young hunters blush on his lips. "But I think you knew that one already."
"Yeah," His voice hardly above a whisper. He'd found that one out by accident.
"Hmm?" Magnus hums, unwilling to let Alec have this experience without acknowledging this experience. He's known too many people in his lifetime with nightmare first time stories; most of which consisted of impulse, lack of preparation and no communication. Magnus won't allow Alec to be a casualty to bad sex. Not to mention, the Warlock's ego is far too large to allow himself to be on the giving end of said bad sex.
With a sigh of defeat, Alec pulls his eyes back to his boyfriend's face, his lids dipping to a narrowed gaze. Hazel to gold.
"I said yeah," Alec repeats, taking in the shadows cast across Magnus 's flawless features by the dim light. The smile that pulls at the warlock's mouth drawing Alec's attention. Magnus catches on quickly and leans down, sealing the kiss once again. The older man lowers himself until his weight presses into the man beneath him. Tongues exploring and dancing behind sealed lips until they are both breathless once more and the hunter's hands have found their way to Magnus's waist. Curious fingers smoothing over the muscles there, rippling and moving as the Magnus presses Alec into the soft sheets, feeling each reaction that Alec can't help.
Magnus fits himself between Alec's impossibly long legs, the Warlock's long fingers curling around the back of one knee, hitching the hunter's leg over his hip, pressing himself into Alec, drawing a soft sound between a whimper and a moan from Alec's lips.
Tracing a line down Alec's chest with a polished fingernail, he savours the shiver than runs through Alec's lean body. They'd assumed this position before. Nights when their kisses lingered a little longer than they were meant to. When instead of paying attention to Magnus's movie choice, Alec would pull Mangus down on the leather couch, hitching his leg around Magnus's hips, keeping him there and relishing the feeling of Magnus pressed against him in the most obscene ways.
Tonight was different.
Tonight Alec had made it more than clear that he didn't want to stop here. Magnus had anticipated this day (More like longed for it ever since Alec had first let Magnus put his hands on his god-like body). It had been weeks of them touching and kissing, and Magnus had become more frustrated than he'd like to admit. Feeling more like a horny teenager in the last few weeks than he had in centuries.
Not to say this is all one sided. Not at all. Alec has taken more than his fair share of cold showers during this time and there was no denying the young virgin wasn't becoming at least a little choked. Even so. Magnus is a gentleman, and would put the brakes on the moment he felt any tension or hesitation from Alec.
Mangus steals himself, tipping his head until his forehead rests against Alec's, and rocks his body against the man beneath him once. Alec's breath comes fast against the Warlock's face, eyes wide and wild, lost in the feeling of Magnus's body on his. Alec's every nerve seems to respond with its own enthusiasm, his body matching Magnus in his movements, creating beautiful friction that causes Alec to shiver and moan and Magnus to smile and bite into Alec's mouth, soft and slack and warm.
"How does that feel?" Magnus asks, their hot breath mingling between them, Magnus's fingers sliding up Alec's side, over each individual rib.
"Mmm," Alec hums, lost in the euphoria that Magnus is inflicting on his entire being. The Warlock's words from earlier replay in his mind. Alec slides his long fingers up Magnus's back and into his hair, gripping and tugging it. If it hurts Magnus in anyway, he doesn't say so. Instead he arches into Alec's body, reacting to the pull in the most provocative ways, grinding harder into the lyth man beneath him.
"Baby," Magnus purrs, pressing his thumb under Alec's chin, tilting it up and pressing a soft kiss on the dark rune there as he keeps up his torturously slow rhythm. "Open your eyes," He whispers, breath tickling behind the hunter's ear.
Lifting his head, Magnus brushes his nose with Alec's, slowing his body's movements, eliciting a small groan of protest from the young hunter.
"Baby, look at me," the Warlock murmurs, smiling at Alec's lack of finesse.
Alec arches off the bed, pressing into Magnus in a greedy attempt to keep him as close as possible, and finally, lets his eyes opening slowly, hazel irises full of fire and wanting. The site of it causing Magnus's movement's to stutter and his breath to exhale across Alec's throat in a weak sigh of defeat.
"Hello," Magnus wets his bottom lip and Alec watches, fingers tightening in Magnus's hair, the dull pain sending electricity into Magnus' belly.
"Hey," Alec breathes, swallowing hard.
"What do you want, Alexander."
Alec blinks, mouth slack and eyes foggy with desire. The words tumble around on the tip of his tongue, but the buzz of adrenaline in his veins and the heat that is burning him up from the inside makes articulating next to impossible. How can Magnus expect him to speak when he's driving him crazy this way?
"Is this okay?" Magnus rephrases, sympathizing with his companion's inability to articulate while being dry humped into the mattress.
"Yes," Alec nods, and Magnus rocks once more, egged on with Alec's encouraging words. "Fuck."
Magnus quickly decides that hearing Alec curse in bed is his new obsession. His muse. His Yin Fen.
"And this?" Magnus asks, his hand slipping down Alec's neck, over his abdomen and coming to a stop on the button of Alec's jeans.
"Yes," Alec whispers, trying to infuse his voice with confidence. Instead it's shaky and breathless.
Magnus nods, pressing a chaste kiss to Alec's mouth before pulling away, forcing Alec to chase his lips. Lifting off the pillow, his mouth searching for that warmth. He doesn't let him, but pulls away, teasing. The third time, Alec nearly growls as he grips the back of Magnus's neck and drags him down. The younger man impatient with his games. Alec's lips part, his tongue bold and asking for access that Magnus gladly grants, meeting him halfway.
Alec hums into the frantic kiss as Magnus's fingers dip into the waist of Alec's jeans, his thumb pushing the button free in one swift motion.
Magnus smiles, feeling Alec's abs contract and shake as his knuckles press the skin just above where his jeans rest low on his hips.
"You tell me Alexander," Magnus instructs gently, turning his hand so his palm is flat against Alec's happytrail, fingertips disappearing beneath the denham. "Tell me what you want." Alec confirms with a frantic nod, his lips pressed into a line, obviously holding himself back from making too much noise. "You can be as vocal as you like. You won't put me off. I love hearing you."
With that, Magnus slips in hand into Alec's jeans, keeping just the thin barrier of Alec's boxer-briefs between his hot palm and Alec.
"Oh god," Alec bites the words as they come out louder than he was expecting. His eyes close as his leg tightens where it is still slung up around Magnus's hip, both hands slipping from Magnus's hair and onto his shoulders, steadying himself as he experiments moving into Magnus's loosely closed palm.
Magnus is sure he's witnessing the most beautiful sight he's seen in all his years on this earth. After all this time of Alec's deepest desires being suppressed, each thought and feeling and impulse pushed down and kept secret; it's like watching a blind man see for the first time. Watching him come undone as he moves into Magnus, let's go of himself more than he has with anyone else… It's enough to make Magnus shiver, the strain in his own pants becoming uncomfortable with each helpless syllable that falls from Alec's lips. His need for Alec's touch makes the arm he's holding himself up with go weak, tightening his grip on Alec as he sinks closer, causing Alec to let out a choked groan and his fingers to dig into Magnus's shoulder, dull nails biting into the flesh there.
"Sorry," Alec breathes, though his grip does not loosen.
"It's alright," Magnus coos, peppering kisses down Alec's deflect rune, "You're alright Alexander," the Warlock bites the junction between Alec's shoulder and neck, returning the favour as he makes his own mark on Alec's skin.
"Magnus," Alec gasps.
"What is it love?" Magnus asks, moving his hand now, loving the feeling of Alec through the thin fabric, craving for more. "Tell me," he purrs.
"I can't. I don't know if I can…" His sentences are broken and his voice is breathless and fast, but Magnus thinks he understands. He didn't expect anything else. It would be unfair to expect anything more from the sweet, untouched boy.
Taking the hint, he removes his hand from Alec's jeans, giving the young hunter a chance to collect himself as to not end his first sexual experience so quickly. The last thing he wants is for Alec to feel embarrassed. Though watching an orgasm wreck him and break him across Magnus' sheets is almost too tempting for Magnus to resist.
Magnus pushes Alec's leg off his hip and presses himself up from the mattress into a seated position, his knees bracketing Alec's hips.
Alec's hands fall away from Magnus's shoulders and onto his thighs, unable to take his eyes off those golden irises and narrow pupils. They're so new and completely mesmerizing. He hates that it's taken this long for Magnus to feel comfortable enough to keep the glamour off. Alec never wants it replaced.
"Now I know you probably have a long list of things you want to do to me," Magnus purrs, rolling his hips forward in a teasing gesture, causing Alec to let out an uneven sigh of disdain and shake his head, blush deeping somehow. "But we don't have to check everything tonight. We can keep things simple. Easy."
Alec blinks, unsure of what he means exactly, but nods anyways, because anything is better than nothing, and he's already unsure of how long he's going to last if they keep going the way they are. He's barely been touched and he can already feel himself reaching his limits.
(Stamina rune my ass.)
"Mind if I get more comfortable?" the older man asks, reaching for his necklaces and pulling them over his head. Alec shakes his head distractedly, watching his boyfriend discard his usual everyday armour. After the necklaces, he pulls each ring off his finger, one by one, tossing them aside, each once magically disappearing and probably reappearing in their rightful place. Next, Magnus does something unexpected. Lifting his hands to his face, he runs his hands up over his jaw and nose, over his eyes and into his hair.
Alec watches, completely absorbed as his boyfriend's hands comb easily through his hair, his palms slipping off his face, revealing a bare face. The gold in his eyes seems to shine brighter, looking far less intense and serious than before, he looks younger and more innocent than he is.
His hair, now soft and completely free of product, sticks up of its own accord; a few pieces tipping forward onto his forehead. Alec can count on one hand how many times he's seen Magnus this naked.
The vulnerability of the moment only making Alec want him more.
Magnus smiles finally, causing Alec to realize just how hard he must be staring, his mouth open and eyes wide. Though the Warlock doesn't seem to mind the attention.
Alec's hands slide up Magnus's denham clad thighs. Magnus stops himself moving, letting Alec take his time to explore and touch at his own pace (even though it's killing him that he's still wearing the layers he is.)
Long fingers brush over the fly of designer jeans, Magnus draws in a sharp breath as his body quivers with just the slightest touch through his clothing. What this boy does to him. It shouldn't be legal to have so much power over another's body.
Before Magnus can say one more thing, Alec is pushing the button of the jeans open, tugging at the zipper.
Magnus's breath hitches as Alec looks back up at him, a silent question of where to go from here, the fear that was there before diluted with the pure desire that floods his expression.
Magnus lifts himself off of Alec lap, sliding down his legs shamelessly, observing as Alec raises himself up on his elbows, unwilling to take his eyes off Magnus as he slides to the end of the bed and steps down from the tall mattress.
He decides quickly, that a tousled Alexander, shirtless, panting, with gaping jeans, splayed across his sheets might be his new favorite work of art.
Smiling (because he can't help it) Magnus finishes pushing his fly down, kicking the jeans off his feet and into the pile of their other discarded items. His smile morphs into a wolfish grin as he watches Alec's eyes roam appreciatively over his body, now only covered by the dark grey boxer-briefs that sit low on his hips.
A nearly pained look fills Alec's expression and he groans, his head rolling onto his shoulder and scrunching his eyes shut.
Chuckling, Magnus presses one knee back onto the bed, placing his hands on the soft mattress on either side of Alec's legs. "What are you thinking?" He inquires quietly, observing the poor boys body as it rules over any kind of logical thought. It's addicting. Magnus almost feels bad for how much he is enjoying Alec's lack of control.
"I'm in pain," Alec states, and Magnus's eyebrows raise, taken aback by the honesty. "Actual pain, Magnus," His voice drops to a whisper.
Magnus nods, understanding. He lets his eyes drop down Alec's body, over his chest that rises and falls too quickly, and finally to his open jeans. The sliver of black fabric peeking out from beneath the zipper disguising what is sure to be the pain Alec is referring to.
"Well," Magnus breathes, his own throat has gone dry. Magnus lifts himself over Alec, crawling back up the younger man's body, stopping when his hands bracket his hips, "I don't want you to be hurting, Alexander," Alec watches with wide-eyed disbelief as Magnus lowers his mouth to the front of Alec's jeans, pressing his lips to Alec through the soft fabric. Alec's hips twitch, his entire body nearly having a small fit as Magnus glances up at Alec through lashes, grazing his tongue and teeth over the denham clad erection, pulling a pained gasp from Alec's lips.
"Wha-" Alec closes his eyes, trying to think of something, anything that will stop him from coming right here and now.
In a desperate attempt to hold himself back, Alec reaches down, grabbing the back of Magnus's neck, curling his fingers in the hair there and drags the Warlock up until they're nose to nose once again. A wicked smile pulls at Magnus's lips.
"Angel's mercy, are you trying to kill me?" Alec hisses, voice tight and strained.
Magnus chuckles, leaning down to scatter kisses across the hunter's face. "Only with pleasure my love."
"I want you," Alec states quietly, as if his thoughts are becoming words all on their own, and he doesn't hold the ability to stop them from tumbling incoherently from his mouth.
"You can have me. Anyway you like." Magnus assures gently. But when Alec makes no move, he decides to take a different approach. "Let me touch you." Alec closes his eyes, shivering, and Magnus wonders idly if he might be able to make Alec come with only his words. Maybe he'll try sometime. But for now, Magnus hooks a finger through Alec's belt loop and gives a small tug.
With a nod, Alec sits up and slips down to the end of the bed. Magnus eases down on his side, propping his head in his hand as he watches Alec push his own jeans off his hips and abandoning them with the rest of their clothing on the floor.
Magnus drinks in the beautiful site of the mostly naked man. Broad shoulders and the runes designing his skin stand out strong in the dim lighting. He can tell Alec's nerves from his inability to turn back around and look at him.
"Come here," Magnus sits ups, scooting to the foot of the bed and placing his hands on Alec's waist, nudging him a little. Alec takes the direction easily, standing and turning around as Magnus guides him.
The warlock tilts his chin so he can look up from his seated position into Alec's eyes. "Relax," He comforts, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Alec's sweat dampened abdomen. The hot skin quivers under his lips. "You don't have to worry," He breathes across the muscles there, Alec's head falls forward, a hand lifted to comb into the soft hair on the crown of Magnus's head.
"You don't have to do this alone anymore." Magnus continues speaking, brushing kisses across Alec's heated skin between his encouraging words, "You're so pent up. You've been so suffocated. Your poor body deprived of the attention it deserves." Magnus's teeth graze Alec's hip bone and the hunter's knees quite nearly buckle beneath him.
"I don't want you to hold back Alexander," Pulling away just enough to look back up at Alec's eyes through his dark lashes, Magnus moves a daring hand to the place Alec craves it the most. The young man lets out a choked cry at the light touch, hands slipping from Magnus's hair onto his shoulder, bracing himself before he collapses completely.
The black fabric of Alec's underwear is dampened, and Magnus thinks he might have underestimated just how close to the edge Alec is. Magnus pets him a few times through the thin fabric of his boxers while another string of breathless curses fall from Alec's lips.
With a small smile, the warlock hooks his fingers into Alec's shorts, tugging on the fabric, taking away the last of the barriers between Magnus's gentle touch and Alec's painful ache.
"Christ." Alec breathes, marking Magnus once again as his nails curl against bare shoulders, his tall frame swaying as Magnus smiles against the tip of Alec's cock, the organic taste of Alec on his tongue as he tests the shaking hunter's threshold for pleasure for the hundredth time tonight.
It's the first time in his 23 years of life that he has been touched in this way by another person. His own hand not doing justice to the miracles Magnus's hands and mouth are working on him now. He's coming unbound and undignified. He has to remind himself many times not to move too much. Instead, he allows Magnus to guide him with a hand on his hip, helping Alec receive his first blow job with a shred of dignity.
Even if it is only a few seconds before he's unable to hold himself back. He warns Magnus only a moment before he's tensing and shaking. Magnus's strong hand on his waist the only thing keeping him from falling.
Magnus doesn't pull away until Alec has quieted, only swaying with a few aftershocks of the beautiful torture his body has just endured.
Alec wastes no time leaning down, capturing Magnus's mouth with his in a bruising kiss.
He can taste himself on Magnus's tongue, and he'd be grossed out (or ashamed) if he didn't find it so fucking hot. Grasping the back of Alec's neck, Magnus drags him back down onto the bed,
Magnus smiles into the kiss, enjoying each ounce of Alec's pleasure more than he's ever enjoyed serving a lover. Even without his own release, his body buzzes with fire, making it impossible to be selfish with the young man in his arms.
With a low groan, Alec rolls off of Magnus and onto his back, breaking away for some much needed oxygen. "That's what I've been missing out on all this time?" Alec huffs, eyes on the ceiling and hand in his hair.
Magnus smiles, "Well," rolling onto his side and propping his head up in his hand so he can look down at his flushed shadowhunter, chest damp with sweat and hands trembling. "In my defence, I would've blown you ages ago if you'd've let me."
Alec would blush if his entire body wasn't already burning up. He settles for a incredulous glance at his boyfriend and sighs out a breathless laugh. Magnus is giddy, his entire body completely aware of each expression and movement that Alec makes. Like their bodies have become connected by this invisible string, keeping them both completely entranced in each other.
"I'm sorry," Alec shakes his head, talking to the ceiling.
"For?" Magnus inquires quietly.
"I have no idea how to reciprocate any of this." The hunter continues, voice dropping lower, eyes still stuck to the space above him instead of the man next to him.
Magnus smiles, having expected the nerves to settle back in once Alec had come out of his orgasmic bliss.
"That's alright," Magnus presses up slowly from the mattress, moving until he's settled over Alec's body. Silently impressed with the young man's ability to recover, so quickly ready again after just a few minutes.
Alec finally allows himself to look into Magnus's eyes, reading the excitement and vulnerability there.
"I'll teach you."
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"Holy fuck that's not fair," Alec gasps. "You were supposed to teach me."
Magnus smiles, silently basking in Alec's lack of filter. "I decided to show you instead." Magnus lifts a shoulder, unapologetic. Enjoying the narrow eyes he receives in return. "What can I say, you look like a fucking god when you come. And I'm not one to deprive myself of such exquisite views."
Alec is too embarrassed to speak towards that, so instead he lays his head down on Magnus's abdomen, draped across the warlock in a way that normally would make him self-conscious if he wasn't so blissed out, coming down from his second orgasm of the night. Magnus hums, satisfied to have heard each sound and word that fell clumsily from Alec's mouth in his moment of ecstasy. It'd been music the his ears. The warlock's eyes drift closed as his fingers push through the hunter's dampened mess of hair tickling Magnus's stomach.
Alec hums absently as he props his chin on the older man's rib cage so he can watch the muscles in his jaw move, his chest rising and falling deep and even. "Don't fall asleep," Alec whispers, and Magnus hums, a smile pulling at his mouth as he contemplates when he might ever get a full night's rest again; with an insatiable twenty-three-year-old, newly deflowered boyfriend with a stamina rune.
"But I'm exhausted." Magnus closes his eyes tight, his body aching for sleep, unsure of the time.
"Don't fall asleep," Alec repeats, quieter this time, a sweet request that Magnus could never refuse.
"Very well," Magnus sighs, opening his eyes to gaze down at the disheveled shadowhunter on his stomach. He can see the sweat on his brown and cheek, and contemplates who it might have originally belonged to.
He looks beautiful. Magnus can't bring himself to look away. So he doesn't. Instead he tugs on the tangles on Alec head gently, the young man's eyes close, as if savouring every move Magnus makes. It does crude things to Magnus's ego, to pull these reactions from such an angelic creature with the light touch.
"Does that feel good?" the older man asks, sliding his polished nails over his scalp, elisiting another sigh from Alec.
"S'okay,"
"You wound me." Magnus feigns hurt, though he's obviously too tired to put the full amount of effort he normally would into teasing his shy companion.
"You're falling asleep," Magnus feels the words in the movement of Alec's jaw against his stomach. "I haven't even done anything to you yet."
Magnus chuckles at this, Alec tucks his chin and presses a kiss to the soft space under Magnus's ribs that quivers with the laughter Magnus allows himself. It's a sweet sound that Alec never wants to not hear.
"My dear Alexander. You've done more to me that you realize."
Alec takes a moment to absorb the deeper meaning behind Magnus's words. Letting them sink in. Allowing himself to feel the weight of the relationship in the shared moment.
"You can sleep if you want." Alec says against Magnus's feverish skin.
"On the contrary," Magnus presses a thumb to Alec's jaw, drawing his face back up so he can look into those bright eyes. "I'm not finished with you yet."
With the kind of grace only Magnus could ever harness, he sits up, forcing Alec to push
up and off of him. Alec is disappointed at losing the skin-to-skin contact. He'd almost been able to imagine he couldn't tell where he stopped and Magnus began. But then Magnus is following. slipping into Alec's lap, his knees bracketing the young man's hips. They're nose to nose. the seated position somehow feeling more intimate than the last.
"How about this then?" Magnus raises a brow, bumping Alec's nose with his.
Alec can't speak. So he nods instead.
With the absolute nakedness between them, there is nowhere to hide. Each secret they'd ever hoped to have kept, has been torn down and pulled apart on this very bed they share. The choked and primal sound the young shadowhunter makes as Magnus moves, creating beautiful friction between them, is decidedly the sexiest sound he has ever heard.
He wants to make it his fucking ringtone.
Magnus purs in agreement as he resumes his rocking from earlier, however, with the new position each movement is a hundred times more sensitive.
Alec isn't sure what to do with his hands, or what to do with Magnus so provocatively placed in his lap. His mind reels and he doesn't know how this is supposed to work.
"Don't think so much," Magnus's breathes into the kiss, mouth open and breath hot. His movement stuttering when Alec's hands eventually settle on Mangus's waist. A thrill goes through the warlock as Alec takes initiative, even if he isn't absolutely sure of his actions. Magnus just wants him to do what feels good to him. Magnus wants to learn what Alec likes.
There is something so absolutely enthralling about knowing that Magnus is the only person who has ever heard these sounds. The only one Alec has ever let touch him in the most hungry and obscene ways.
Magnus smiles, pausing a moment when Alec's hand slides down the warlock's sternum, but does not venture further south. He pulls away from the desperate kiss, looking down at the hunter through his lashes.
Slowly, giving Alec plenty of time to register his movement, Magnus slides his own hand down Alec's stomach, through the trail of dark hair, leading him exactly where he wants to be. Desire coils under Magnus's touch as he wraps his fingers around Alec's length, hot and slick against his palm as he tightens his grip, getting used to the weight of Alec in his hand once again.
"Magnus," Alec's eyes open, finding Magnus's on him as well, his palm twisting gently, silently thankful for his virgin lover's ability to slick his hand without the need to magic up lubrication of his own. It's an underrated skill.
"Tell me," Magnus presses his forehead to Alec's, bringing him to edge with a quick pace that he isn't sure Alec can handle for much longer. He can feel him trying to hold himself back from moving into it. When Alec's body stutters and lifts, Magnus's hand slows torturously.
"No," The word breaks on his lips, eyes watering and heart pounding.
"It's okay love," Magnus comforts, "C'mere." Magnus lets go of Alec completely, leaving him to suffer as he feels the warlock's hand on his. Taking it gingerly and guiding him to where Magnus needs him to be.
Alec's tentative hand on the most intimate parts of Magnus are sure to be the death of him. The warlock's eyes close and his body shivers as Alec takes hold of him for the first time. It's obvious that Alec hasn't a clue what to do, but that doesn't stop him from exploring. His curious fingers closing around Magnus as he mimics the movement that Magnus performed on him earlier. Each scar and callus that decorate his skin pulling a satisfying reaction from the warlock.
Magnus moves into the grip, hungry for more than Alec is giving. But careful to move at a pace that Alec is comfortable with. Alec is being far gentler than Magnus would prefer. He knows himself well enough that he will need more than this to finish, but for now, he's just enjoying Alec's hands on him.
Magnus resumes his work on Alec; Alec's concentration staggered between the pleasure he's feeling and the pleasure he's trying to give. It makes for a stunted hand job (that Magnus enjoys immensely nonetheless.)
With his free hand, Magnus's long fingers wrap around Alec's gently closed fist, tightening. Teaching Alec the kind of pressure he likes. Showing him just how crazy he can drive him.
"Tighter," Magnus guides, a rush of pleasure as Alec obliges, "Like that." Magnus nods, losing his words as Alec does as he's shown, attacking his task and instruction with the same enthusiasm as he does with everything else in his disciplined life. Magnus has never been so grateful for said discipline.
It doesn't take them long like this. Very soon, Magnus's body is pressing closer, temple to temple with his lover as his long awaited orgasm rocks through his body, warmth covering Alec's stomach and chest.
"Alec," Magnus chokes out, forehead falling on the hunter's shoulder. The unfamiliar nickname falling from his lips in his moment of release. Strange.
Alec is clutching hard to Magnus's hair, his other hand still holding Magnus tightly as the sound of his name on the warlock's lips and Magnus's own release (embarrassingly) is what tips him over the edge for the third time tonight. He's too far gone to open his eyes, even as he slowly comes down from his high. His heart is pounding and his skin is sticky with sweat and their shared release.
Magnus slowly lets go of Alec and Alec of Magnus. Their ragged breath heating the close quarters to almost boiling.
Alec opens his eyes to the dim room. With Magnus's head on his shoulder, the young man waits patiently for his boyfriend to resurface. Magnus doesn't move for a few long moments. Instead he remains in a cloud of euphoria, clinging to Alec's frame; the two men breathing in unison.
With great effort, Magnus pulls away, putting space between them and looking down into Alec's expression, searching for any sign of discomfort or insecurity.
Not finding any.
"You okay?" Magnus's low voice breaks the long stretch of quiet.
Alec almost laughs at the ridiculousness of the question. His entire body is buzzing with leftover energy. His veins singing with endorphins in the pure moment. He can't properly articulate yet, so he stifles his ridiculous laugh in Magnus's neck.
"Yeah," He finally breathes.
Magnus smiles, savoring the way Alec nuzzles into his shoulder, silently deciding he'd be happy to live the rest of his immortal life in his bed with this shadowhunter, reliving each moment from tonight again and again.
Alec looks down, his fingers shiny with the evidence of Magnus's orgasm. His mind goes back to earlier, with the taste of himself on Magnus's mouth, on his tongue. He can't help but wonder if Magnus tastes the same. Or if he has a own unique flavor that's all his own.
Without too much thought, Alec lifts his thumb to his mouth, closing his lips around the first knuckle; an action Magnus was not prepared to witness. His jaw goes slack as Alec cleans his thumb with his tongue, eyes closed, as if in his own world. Magnus' stomach tightens, making it difficult to do anything but stare.
So this is how I die.
When Alec looks up under his lashes, an innocent expression on his face and eyes soft, thumb now shiney with his own saliva, Magnus feels dizzy.
"Fuck." Magnus's voice is hoarse and hardly audible in his own awe.
After what feels like a lifetime, Magnus draws himself back to reality, sure Alec's legs are falling asleep, this position losing its appeal as his own legs begin to cramp. Magnus lifts himself away from the young man, putting space between them for the first time since Alec showed up at his house hours before.
Alec falls back, stretching his long legs out, exhausted. His head hangs slightly off the foot of the bed, and he cranes his neck to watch Magnus's naked form move silently across the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. If he'd been asked yesterday, he would have said that Magnus in his jeans and soft t-shirts (a look he only really wears around the loft) was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen.
Turns out stark naked, in the gold light of the bathroom, shiney from the sweat he worked up during sex comes in at an easy first place.
The hunter watches as his boyfriend pulls open the glass door of his shower and reaches in to turn on the hot water. He chews his cheek as his boyfriend turns to the mirror, ruffling a hand through his wild hair and rubbing his eyes.
He seems so unbelievably natural. While Alec lays here, feeling like he's just been bulldozed. Though Magnus was right, they hadn't done everything that Alec had originally assumed sex was, he definitely felt different than he had before. Like he'd buried something deep inside himself years ago, and only tonight had Magnus dug it up and allowed him to explore it. The entire process felt alarmingly close to rebirth.
Magnus looks sideways at Alec and smiles his hundred watt smile. Alec's hair is crumpled and his skin is flushed pink. He's exhausted and probably looks a little funny as his droopy eyes follow each move that Magnus makes from the bed.
"C'mere," Magnus nods towards the shower. "You'll regret it in the morning if you don't shower," Magnus promises when he sees Alec's internal struggle as he contemplates the heavy pull of sleep.
With the gentle persuasion, Alec peels himself off the sheets and drags himself to the bathroom, following Magnus into the steamed up glass shower. The water coming from the large shower head falls over them both, rinsing the evidence of the evening down the drain.
He accepts the soap and shampoo that Magnus offers. He watches in rapture as the warlock lathers the suds between his fingers and reaches out to clean the younger man's stomach and chest. Alec gingerly reciprocates, pushing his finger through Magnus's hair as he helps rinse out the shampoo, the silky wet strands falling just past the warlock's ears. Alec catches sight of a few nail marks on the warlock's shoulders. Half moons pressed into perfect tan skin. Alec closes his eyes, rubbing his face as he contemplates whether Magnus will heal them or leave them.
"I feel like I've just been through a serious training session." Alec admits quietly, his muscles stiff and tired, knowing he'll be sore in the morning.
Magnus smiles, "You've just used about a dozen muscles you didn't even know you had." He explains, "You'll get used to it." He drops a quick wink at Alec before ducking back under the stream of water. Alec laughs quietly, filling up the small space with the lovely sound.
When the water begins to turn cool, and both men are clean and pruney, Magnus turns the shower off, popping the door open. The steam flows out of the shower and into the small bathroom, making everything warm.
Grabbing a few clean towels out of the closet, he hands one to Alec.
"Thanks," Alec presses his face into the soft and fresh smelling towel, catching the water droplets that roll down his nose. Magnus smiles at the cute habit. It seems he's incapable of keeping such an expression off his face tonight. As if Alec's existence only is something he's overjoyed about.
They dry off quickly, Magnus offering his toothbrush for Alec to use. Alec is about to decline, having always considered the concept of sharing toothbrushes to be gross. He stops himself though, remembering Magnus's mouth on his dick, and that same mouth on his. He thinks perhaps they're beyond shared toothbrushes. He accepts the offer and scrubs his teeth vigorously, trying not to watch Magnus's naked frame in the mirror as he wanders back into the bedroom.
A lazy snap of his fingers and the sheets ruffle loudly, a crisp new set replacing the sweaty and crumpled ones. Alec is silently grateful. He's not a germaphobe (if tonight has been any proof), but he likes the idea of fresh sheets to sleep in.
"You want this off?" Alec points to the bathroom light.
"Please."
Alec secures his towel around his waist and flicks off the light over the mirror. A feeling of unease snakes through his stomach as he navigates through their clothing that litters the bedroom floor. His own shirt and pants tossed aside in their hurry. Is he supposed to put them back on? That seems silly. So is he just supposed to sleep naked in Magnus's bed?
Moments ago you violated that bed with acts far beyond sleeping.
Luckily, his anxious mind is set at ease as Magnus slips into the fresh bedding, sinking into the warm cocoon of sheets, wearing nothing at all. The mattress on the other side of the bed sinks as Alec follows, discarding his towel on the floor with everything else. He settling in next to Magnus, shifting as he tries to convince himself that he's completely comfortable with this. He can sleep naked next to someone who is also naked. That's a thing people do, right?
With careful movements, Magnus turns to his side, seeking out Alec's silhouette in the light that comes from the city streets through the window. He makes a point to leave space between them, unsure of what the dark will do to Alec's thoughts about what they'd just done. A life of repression and self restraint doesn't disappear after one blow job and a night of frotting.
In a moment, Alec turns towards Magnus as well, seeking out where he's sure his eyes would be if the light was high enough to see them.
They remain in silence for a long time. It's a comfortable kind of quiet. The kind that you can easily drift off in.
"Thank you." Alec murmurs into his pillow, savoring the soft material of Magnus's quality bedding that seems to hug him into the mattress.
"For?" Magnus's voice is rough with sleep.
"Tonight."
"You'll have to be more specific. I did a great many things to you tonight," The older man reaches a hand into the space between them in search of Alec's hand, interlocking their fingers beneath the comforter. In the dim light he can't see the blush he knows his words cause.
"For making this so easy," Alec ignores the tease, mostly because if he dwells, he knows he'll chicken out of finishing his thought. "For letting me set the pace. Letting me learn." His voice shakes a little and Magnus's fingers squeeze Alec's in silent encouragement.
"All these years, I could never imagine myself with anyone. Eventually I stopped fantasizing, because I couldn't even picture myself capable of being-" Alec closes his eyes. It's easier to speak about this when he can't see Magnus shifting and breathing across from him. Even if he can't read his expression. "You keep making me fall deeper in love with you. Trust you with everything." He knows he sounds ridiculous. Pouring his heart out after sex like a teenager. But he's lost the ability to care. Magnus stripped that from him the moment he took him into his hands; gave him permission to indulge in the desires he's pushed down for a decade. Gave him rule over his body, his voice; trusted him with his novice hands and made the entire thing seem so uncomplicated. Like finally taking a breath into lungs that were desperate for oxygen.
"You got me out of my head. I never thought it was possible to be this close, with anyone." He stops himself before he cries, because he would never forgive himself for it.
There's a long silence as Magnus contemplates his words. Alec thinks maybe he's fallen asleep. He keeps his own eyes closed.
"Believe me," Magnus whispers, confirming that he was in fact awake, and had heard every word. Alec's not sure if he is relieved of mortified. Maybe a bit of both. "It was my honour. Your capacity for feeling pleasure is, extraordinary, Alexander. I could write a novel on how much I enjoy the sounds you make and the joy you express when I touch you." Alec buries his face deeper into the pillow, drowning in each word out of Magnus's mouth.
"And your amateur hands," Magnus lifts their joined hands from under the sheets just enough for him to press his lips to Alec's wrist. "They are my undoing."
Alec shivers; partly due to the lack of clothing (he's not used to sleeping naked), and partly due to the honey sweet words coming from across the small space. The breath on his knuckles and the smell of Magnus all around him. It's all quite overwhelming.
"I'm sorry I'm not as good at this as you are." Alec apologizes with a breathy laugh, nudging his cool nose to Magnus's warm fingers.
He can feel Magnus's smile against his knuckles. Flattery and humour honouring the warlock.
"I'm going to ignore that dig at yourself," Magnus laughs, his bare feet finding Alec's. Their long limbs tangling in the sheets between them. "And take that compliment."
Alec accepts the lazy kiss placed on the corner of his lips, reciprocating it as much as his exhausted body will allow. "I'm dead. You've killed me." He whispers against Magnus's mouth, and the warlock smiles.
"Not permanently I hope."
"I don't think so."
"And what is it you've died of?"
"Happiness. I think."