A/N: Well you wanted smut, you dirty, horny bastards, and I live to please.

Update on my christmas project: Instead of publishing the prompts at regular intervals during the month, I have decided to publish all of them on Christmas day. At once. This way as long as the prompts are submitted within a suitable amount of time before Christmas (You gotta give me enough time to write the things), no one will get left out. Sooo... Get prompting!

Magnus POV

He was back. i knew it immediately. Something in the way he held himself, the little smile that flickered across his lips when he saw me. And, of course, his eyes, once more that stunning blue I could stare into all day.

"Alec… You're back." I felt a bubble of elation in my chest. I grinned at him, and he ran towards me, hugging me tightly. I hugged him back equally as enthusiastically.

"By the Angel, Magnus. I'm so sorry…"

"For what?" I laughed.

"For… I don't even know." He looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, and then pulled me into a kiss. It was much like the first time he'd done that, the night he'd come to me asking if I wanted to date him, only this time he was a lot better at it. And, just like then, my heart fluttered in my chest.

He broke away, a smile on his face, and I tucked his hair back behind his ear before kissing his forehead lightly.

"See? I know what I'm doing."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Do we need to clear up before we leave?"

I waved my hand, erasing the pentagram with a single spell. "There. Now let's go. I believe I have a promise to make up to you… I smirked at him, kissing the side of his throat. He practically melted into my arms.

"Angel, Magnus…"

I grinned. I always knew exactly how to get these reactions out of him. Taking his hand, I led him out of the room and along the hall. He eagerly followed as we made our way back to the suite. I smirked at Naho as we passed reception, and she rolled her eyes at me. She knew exactly what I was going to do to the gorgeous boy I was pulling behind me.

I had underestimated how impatient he was. As soon as the door to the suite was closed behind us, he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me roughly. I gasped into his mouth, surprised by his enthusiasm. He didn't take charge very often, but when he did he really went for it. The feeling of his hand slipping under my shirt and brushing my waist made me shiver. My own hands found their way to his belt loops, which I used to pull him closer to me. He forced his leg between mine, putting pressure on all the right places. I bit my lip as he trailed kisses down my neck, occasionally being rougher. I tilted my head, exposing my throat to him, wanting him to mark me, and he obliged. I felt heat in my cheeks as he lavished attention on me, and I wanted him to take this further.

"The bed…" I whispered in his ear. He nodded, letting me free so he could take me there and push me back onto it, pulling off his shirt as I looked up at him. Throwing it aside, he climbed on top of me, lavishing kisses on my throat and collarbones once more. I was torn between closing my eyes and losing myself in sensation and watching him as he had his way with me. He pushed my shirt up to expose my chest, and I moved enough to take it off completely before sinking back down into the mattress. His hands ran over the newly exposed skin, and he leaned in to kiss me again, so that his body pressed up against mine. I arched into him, letting my tongue explore his mouth a little as his fingertips dug into my hip bones. His teeth grazed my lower lip and I responded by bucking up against him. When he broke away, meeting my gaze, my lips felt a little swollen from all the attention. I could see the lust in his eyes, no doubt mirrored in my own.

He once again trailed his lips over me, slowly enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. It drove me crazy. And when his tongue brushed over my nipple I damn near moaned from that alone. He seemed to like this, and did it again, sending all sorts of feelings through me, including twitches of pleasure right to my cock. He made sure not to neglect the other, and I got goosebumps where the cool air touched my wet skin.

"More… Please…" He glanced up at me, always happy to oblige, and continued down. Undoing the button on my jeans, he pulled them down only a little before I got frustrated and waved my hand, removing them magically and depositing them across the room. I smirked at him as he gave me a look.

"You're that desperate?"

"You can talk."

He blushed, which was simultaneously adorable and seriously sexy. "Shut up."

He managed to get me to do just that as his hand brushed the front of my boxers, making me gasp.

He kissed the bare skin just above the waistband of my underwear, teasing me with his fingertips. I let a small moan escape me, watching him intently. He was being relentless, giving me just enough attention to not be able to focus, but not enough to actually get me anywhere.

"Alec… Quit teasing."

"No." He responded, grabbing me hard enough to force a sharp intake of breath from me, making me twitch. "I like this."

Goddamn it. He was going to make me beg, wasn't he?

"Alec… Love… Please?" I put on my best pleading look.

"Mmm…" He tugged lightly at my waistband, as though deciding whether or not to remove that last layer of clothing. "Please what?" My eyes widened. I didn't get this from him very often. But hey, if he wanted it I'd gladly play along.

"Please give me more…"

"More what?" He smirked at me.

"Touch me more… I want you to touch me… And I want you to suck me off." I gave him an innocent look, biting my lip. I saw the flash of surprise and lust in his eyes, before he went back to trying and failing to be nonchalant.

"Maybe… Since you ask so nicely." Finally, taking his sweet time with doing it, he pulled my boxers off, leaving me bare in front of him. He watched my reactions as he began stroking me slowly. My eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure radiating through me. And when I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock I moaned again, having to hold back from bucking into his mouth. For a while he only used his tongue, running it up and down my length, teasing my slit and kissing me gently from time to time. But he and I both knew it wasn't what I wanted.

"Alec, stop teasing me already…"

"Hm? You want more?" His hand cupped my balls. "You mean like this?" And he went down on me properly, taking the head of my dick into his mouth without breaking eye contact. I found myself wondering through the sudden wave of pleasure how the hell he managed to still look innocent with another man's cock between his lips. I loved it.

He began to move, bobbing his head back and forth, going a little further each time. His mouth was hot and wet and felt amazing around me. Before too long, I hit the back of his throat. I felt him stop to compose himself, felt him relax, before he pushed further, and I felt the soft warmth of his throat as he deepthroated me. It had taken him a lot of practice to be able to do this, and he'd perfected it.

"God, Alec…" I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching him as he took me right to the hilt, swallowing around me. The motion sent sparks through me, making my toes curl. I felt the tension inside me building with every movement he made. As soon as he was comfortable, he let me have a bit of free rein to move, which I took, fucking his mouth slowly. He moaned around me, and I could feel the low vibrations, drawing out a moan of my own. I wanted to be rougher, wanted more to satisfy the growing lust in me, but I didn't dare use him like I wanted to. Instead I let him choose the pace, as much self control as it took. But even I couldn't control the movement he forced from me when he oh-so-lightly grazed my shaft with his teeth. I moaned his name, feeling the pace of my breathing speed up. He was pushing me to the edge, I could feel it. And he knew it too, because he sped up, moaning lightly and using his tongue to intensify the sensations. He used his hands too, playing with my balls and making everything so much better.

I didn't last much longer.

"Oh God! Ah…" I pulled at his hair, feeling my whole body tense. "Alec, I…" I cried out his name as I came, bucking hard into his mouth. He took it, and I felt him swallow, the motions of his throat only drawing out my orgasm. He didn't stop until I was gasping for air, twitching under him from the intensity of the situation. When he came up, he was wiping his lip with his thumb. I watched him from half-lidded eyes, feeling more than a little weak. He smiled at me, leaning over me, his hands either side of my head. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He obliged, and his lips tasted salty. I didn't mind. He bit my lip gently, just a tease, before pulling away.

"Can I top today?" There was a hint of colour in his cheeks as he asked. I nodded.

"Fuck me hard." His blush deepened, but he grinned. He got off me, and I positioned myself on top of the sheets as he stripped off his jeans and boxers. I watched him eagerly, appreciating his gorgeous ass as he bent over.

"Quit staring." He stated without even looking at me. I smirked.

"I can't help it. It's just too cute."

"Shut up."

"Yes, master." He straightened up and turned to me, his expression shocked and aroused.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you master. Now come get me." I spread my legs for him lewdly. He stared for a moment, and then got on top of me, and I could feel the heat coming off him. I summoned a bottle of lube and held it up for him. He took it, pouring some into his hand and rubbing it over his fingers. Before too long I felt his slick fingertip teasing my perineum. Even that touch made my post-orgasmically sensitive body twitch.

"Alec, please," I found myself saying. I could feel a familiar burn where he touched me. So close to being too much, and yet still not enough.

"Uh uh." He didn't stop teasing me. "I'm in charge. I decide what you get."

I felt myself flush with arousal. "I like this dominant you. You should do this more often." My voice was breathy. I felt his breath on my neck, and felt him kiss softly a spot just below my ear. It left my skin tingling.

"Maybe I will." He simultaneously bit down on the side of my throat and pushed a finger inside me. I all but screamed, the sudden sensation taking me entirely by surprise. He sucked the spot on my neck, and I knew I'd have a gorgeous hickey once he was done. His finger moved inside me, and my overly sensitive nerves felt everything. It didn't hurt, except for a very slight burn where he'd entered me. I swore to God I could feel his fingernail tickling me, and I loved it. I began to move against him, letting out stuttered gasps and moans. His body rested on mine, the warm weight of him on top of me both comforting and a massive turn on. His lips brushed against my throat, leaving marks where it pleased him to do so. I adored the feeling of being so totally and utterly his. He pushed a second finger inside me, and I couldn't hold back a slight sound of pain. I didn't quite have the threshold he had when it came to pain, though I had experienced a lot of it lately. He stopped ravaging my throat for a moment to check I was okay, and I nodded, letting him know he was good to keep going. He kissed me, being slow and gentle, but I could sense dominance and passion behind it. His tongue found its way into my mouth and I submitted for him, letting him explore me thoroughly. His fingers stroked my insides, and he knew exactly what he was doing as he curled them, finding the perfect angle to put pressure on my prostate. I moaned his name, pleasure shooting through me. I wondered at how far he'd come since we first got together. He knew how to play me like an instrument, and you could bet he was getting music out of me. I pressed my body to his, grinding up on him as he finger fucked me, his lips still on mine. My fingers dug into the sheets at my sides, the fabric balling up in my fist. His fingertips rubbed my sweet spot consistently, and I felt a little lightheaded from the overwhelming sensation. I was almost certainly hard again, ready to be fucked. He scissored his fingers, stretching me. The pain was inconsequential, coupled with pleasure as it was.

"Alec, I'm ready…" I managed to get out, amidst the disgustingly erotic noises I knew I was making. He didn't waste any time in pulling back, leaving me empty. I shivered at the slight chill as his skin left mine. He lubed up, biting his lip as he rubbed the slick liquid over his cock. Then he leaned over me once more, and I could feel him hard against my backside. He pushed against me, but not quite into me. I growled in frustration.

"Tell me how much you want it." He murmured into my ear.

"So much… I want it more than anything…"

He was silent for a moment, as though hesitating, and then he stated simply, "Beg."

I felt a shiver go down my spine, I felt so vulnerable right then.

"Alec… My love… My one and only… Please, God, fuck me senseless, I beg you." I heard the wanton tone in my voice and I hoped it would be enough.

It was.

He thrust into me, roughly enough that I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. My breath came in pants, and I heard his grunt of pleasure as he held himself deep inside me. He waited, letting me acclimate to the sensation before beginning to move again, once I'd muttered, "Do it."

He looked into my eyes as he fucked me long and slow and deep, his gorgeous blue eyes almost animalistic with lust. My nails clawed at his back and he gasped, his body pressing against mine as he arched his back, throwing his head back. I wondered if he was bleeding. At any rate, he growled and moved faster, rougher in retaliation. I was almost completely lost in sensation as he thrust into me. Like the expert he was, he jerked his hips upwards, hitting my prostate hard. I screamed his name as he nailed me in exactly the right spot with every thrust. I didn't even need him to touch my cock; I knew I would come from this alone. I couldn't stay relaxed, and I knew he could feel me tense around him as he moaned.

"Angel, Magnus…" He kissed me hard, fast and messily, not once slowing. "I love you… I love you so much…"

All I could do to respond was to kiss him again, my fingers knotting in his hair. He bit my lip harder than he had before, and my head spun. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Alec…" My breath mingled with his, his face millimetres from mine. "I… I can't…" He struck my prostate hard again, cutting me off as I cried out. I figured I got the message across as he went harder, faster, sending waves of heat through me as the tension in my stomach reached a plateau. My breath wouldn't come smoothly. I gasped and spasmed, my arms tight around him. I held him against me, screaming as I came. I vaguely heard him moan my name. He didn't slow down, pushing me further than I thought possible. Even so, it didn't take long for him to follow suit. I felt an explosion of warmth deep inside me, and he collapsed on top of me, panting hard. Blissed out to the point of teetering on the edge of consciousness, I stroked his hair gently. He closed his eyes, and I could tell all the tension had melted from his body.

"I think that might have been the best sex I've ever had." I heard myself say, and in that moment, I completely believed it, even though it would have been a difficult comparison to make. I could feel stickiness between us, but at the time neither of us cared.

For a while, we could forget everything that had happened, and everything that no doubt would happen, and just be safe, comfortable and happy, floating on our little cloud nine. And so we did, wrapped in each others' arms, sticky, exhausted, smelling of sweat and sex and feeling better than we had in days.

Hope you enjoyed ;) R&R to persuade my lazy ass to write faster. Or you could just chill and let me do it in my own time. That's cool too.