Shadowhunters Bingo 2020-2021 : Sex Club

Title : L'ardeur de mon Innocence

Pairing : Jagnus

Rating : NC-17

Tags : Pandemonium, sex club, lap dance, first times, stocking and panty kink, Non Binary Magnus Bane, kissing, safe sex, anal sex, oral sex, frottage, magic, dracryphilia, blindfolds, body worship, over-stimulation.

Summary : First Jagnus date night at pandemonium

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When Jace entered the loft late in the evening, he had done it quietly. He tried to leave Magnus his privacy even though they were living together for a few months now. Jace would take evening shifts so Magnus could have his clients over and not have Jace around. Sometimes they would have days off to dine together, usually with his parabatai around. The quiet evenings were filled with music and idle talk. Jace preferred silence to long conversations but talking with Magnus cleared his jittery self.

He had taken over a shift and finished earlier than planned that night. He should've noticed Alec's jacket hanging up. But his familiarity with Alec had made him filter it out. Jace still had his awareness rune activated, he knew he was feeling something.

He made his way to the living room part of the loft. Magnus' magic had dimmed the lights and there was a lingering smell of food and empty cocktail glasses. There was a moan and Jace smirked. He should have expected Alec to come for a visit. He approached. He didn't mind Alec and Magnus making out. But it was probably more polite to tell them he was here, and he probably would hear them have sex if they didn't soundproof their room.

Alec moaned, his legs were wrapped around Magnus and they were rutting against each other on the couch. Jace lifted his fist to knock on the door to announce his presence. He didn't know why he hesitated for a split second. A split second too long. Enough to take in how Alec's hand was under Magnus' shirt and the other under his belt. Magnus broke their kiss, his hand firmly in Alec's hair.

Jace's hand connected with the wood of the door. Magnus looked up, arousal was on his lips. His cat eyes were dilated and shining, peering into Jace. Time suddenly stopped.

Oh.

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Jace is into Magnus. It's a fact he has made peace with. He even feels comfortable with it. It took a lot of talking, a lot of Jace being Jace and Alec being Alec and there is still so much talking that needs to be done. But right now, right now all is fine. Jace has taken the next three days off. His first and only stop is Pandemonium for tonight. Since he is on the list, he doesn't even require to pay entrance nor have himself be registered, people know who he is. He's one of the few Shadowhunters allowed at Pandemonium, but most of all, he's Jace Wayland. And tonight he is the High Warlock's date. Or at least he's trying to be.

Magnus is anything but predictable.

There had been an open invitation left on Jace's lips. With a kiss too chaste for him to feel lust but enough to have his stomach flutter as if it was his first time being asked out. It's different. The control of the situation is different. It's also freeing. He never looked further than what he saw. But this is a new world, with new sensations. This is the reason why Pandemonium has become his second home. Everybody dances with everybody, and anybody with any body. There are make out sessions, there is sex. The downstairs is where the dancing and flirting happens. Upstairs is where things get more heated. But no one gets upstairs without invitation and Jace isn't even sure if Magnus is upstairs yet.

So Jace dances. His body is transported. The music is the only language and action that helps him empty his head for now. He gets lost, he doesn't drink as he dances, doesn't take drugs. Not now, not yet, not right now. He takes a step forward and puts his hands on the hips of a male dance partner. It's different. It makes his skin tingle, the movements are different. He isn't able to anticipate them too well, but he moves, and his dance partner moves.

Pandemonium is laced with magic. Not everyone sees it but there are laylines, energies, people. There are as many ghosts on the dance floor as there are living people. The more Jace tunes into the energy field, the more he dances with not one but multiple people. It's a peaceful place. And the music doesn't ever stop. It's a beat that thrums deep within. It's a type of magic only Bat can create. Just like Simon, who transfers his torment and feelings through the music he makes. And Jace is able to forget.

He forgets the war, forgets his worries.

A fluttering sound appears next to his ears. One, two, three dragonflies come into view. They circle Jace. There is a blue glow to them as their wings spread magic in the air. It doesn't take long for two hands to be laid on his waist.

"Good evening, Darling." It's as if the music suddenly dimmed. The dragonflies illuminate Magnus' face before they vanish. Jace feels vulnerable in the best of ways. He turns around to the beat of the music. It's the first time Magnus is that close to him. It's different. So different. They have been nothing but casual before and this… this isn't anything casual.

Magnus makes him dance, takes the lead. Jace follows. They dance. Their bodies are close. It's even better when you're actually into the person you're dancing with. Jace's thoughts drift off, he discovers that a lot of this is the same, the dynamic, the movements. But the brand new feeling of it makes him light up with an inner fire. Magnus makes his head spin. For the first time ever he also dares to look longer, to let himself linger.

He wants to feel Magnus under him, over him, he wants to touch skin. He dares to put his hands on Magnus' waist. The leather feels cool compared to the warmth of the rest of their bodies. The asymmetrical skirt doesn't quite touch the ground. Jace's hands travel lower.

He feels the ridges of what's underneath the fabric. His breath is caught in his throat. Magnus captures his lips and Jace loses his footing. He misses one, two, three beats. His mind is distracted from the dancing as he cups Magnus' ass. Magnus' lips are soft, salty. Magnus' tongue has a taste of alcohol and Jace stops dancing altogether. Hands frame his face and he moves his mouth and tongue against Magnus'. It's like the whole world comes to a halt while the music strives on in the background. He doesn't know how long they just stand there making out in the middle of the dance floor.

Magnus breaks their kiss and Jace's mouth runs before he can think of it. "Wow… That's… Wow." Magnus' gaze is indescribable. But satisfaction is what Jace seems to be able to recognise the most. He is pulled to the side, away from the other bodies. Magnus holds his wrist. They briefly stop at the bar and Magnus orders something for the both of them. But the itch underneath Jace's skin doesn't stop. He tugs at Magnus. He doesn't discard the drinks but puts them down on a table next to them. He presses Magnus against the wall. He's too drawn, too distracted. He searches for his lips.

Magnus' kissing is hot and heavy and Jace presses their bodies together. The music is pounding in their ears. There are sex noises right next to them. But the only thing that Jace hears is the pounding of his heart. Magnus' beard scratches the surface of his chin. It's Magnus' tongue and taste that drives his mind into silence. Kissing Magnus once isn't enough. Jace needs more, can take more, will take even more. It's exciting to have Magnus so willing and reciprocating desire. It's everything Jace wants. Being with Magnus, discovering himself, being himself. To not just have Magnus as a guiding hand but as a person who is here, who wants to be with him.

Magnus plays with his hair. There is body glitter on his cheeks and probably Jace's face as well by the time Jace takes time to breathe.

"Good evening to you too," Jace manages to say. Magnus' hand in his hair makes it way more intimate. He leans forward. There is so much ease about where he needs to put his body or his legs. Magnus picks up one of his drinks and they start talking. About Jace's day, patrolling, paperwork, night. And Jace's mind goes to how this becomes a date. They are talking, kissing, sipping drinks.

Magnus takes him upstairs.

It's far from quiet. Jace shamelessly trails his gaze over the bodies or couples that are more than just busy on the side lines. The upper part of Pandemonium is for even more intimate play. Magnus guides Jace to the couch that is the furthest away. It's red and plush, brighter than Magnus' leather boots. In this light Jace can see Magnus' back muscles' outline through the see-through shirt he wears. The fabric shimmers. It suits the leather skirt so well. The lights dim and the smaller stage with the pole lights up; Jace's eyes are fixed on the couple, a seelie and a vampire, that start dancing around the pole. Their bodies are taut in tension. This isn't just a regular dance. They make out as they brush and touch, they tell a story of lust and passion. Their bodies shine. It's more than just show. It's a confession of love, a connection of souls.

Its' beautiful, gorgeous. The vampire lifts her partner up, the seelie's braids flip around his face as he arches his back. He has his girlfriend between his legs. His smile transfixes Jace, he feels Magnus' hand on his leg. It's warm. And the nails that trail over his trousers make him feel hot.

"Do you like lap dances ?" Magnus kisses his neck as he whispers it. Jace's lips fall open. Magnus' cologne is still strong and overpowering. It drains his defenses. And his attention is drawn toward Magnus' hand and eyes. They direct Jace's head toward him and attract Jace's will to melt into another kiss.

"Why, are you proposing ?" He says it in a way that's bold and so nonchalant. It's a practiced line. His eyes peer down toward Magnus' chest, toward the necklace but also the nipple piercings. He wants them on his tongue and under his lips.

Magnus stands up and Jace's legs fall open. Magnus trails his fingers over his hair as if to fix it, even though it already doesn't have any hair that's out of place. But Jace freezes when it isn't the rich brown colour of Magnus' eyes that is looking back at him but his golden amber ones. In tune with the beat Magnus starts moving. His hips go first. His hand caresses his own face before moving toward the collar of his shirt. The first button is undone almost without Jace noticing it. The rings and jewelry on Magnus' hands make Jace think of the things those hands could be undressing, namely him. The pointed look Magnus is throwing him is very telling.

Magnus loves dancing, he doesn't do it too often when Jace is around, yet enough for Jace to have noticed. But this time his movements are more sensuous, Magnus' muscles are lean and strong, and he's flexible. Jace lifts his arms above his head to rest them behind his neck. He's growing hard and has no shame to show Magnus this. He trails his eyes everywhere on the other man's body. Magnus' eyes shine and it's like the glitter on his body shimmers even more. Jace wants to touch him. He hesitates because he wants Magnus to continue dancing. Magnus makes the decision for him. He straddles Jace on the couch.

His skirt slides a bit more sideways and upward. Jace is pinned by strong thighs and Magnus' intoxicating body movements. His neck flushes, he doesn't see it but Magnus rubs their crotches together, mimicking thrusts. All in time with the beat. Jace peers down and then all the way up to Magnus' throat.

"Ready to touch ?" He swallows. Magnus' confident cocky smirk is another turn on. He moves his hips, giving his approval. Jace is certain he hears a gruff moan escaping Magnus' lips. He gently takes Jace's hands and puts them on his hips. Jace grabs at Magnus and grinds his hips upwards, meeting Magnus' crotch. His thumb slips underneath the skirt. Magnus' skin is warm. He moves his thumb inward, brushing against the garter belt. His breath hitches in his throat. Magnus leans down. "Now, you're turning me on."

Jace is at a loss of words. Magnus dances on top of him. His calloused fingers feel every stretch of muscles. It takes a few seconds, Magnus goes slow at first. But then it's a trance. Jace is pretty sure magic is involved: the lights shift, there is the overwhelming perfume of sandalwood, the whole room just disappears. Timeless. That's how it feels: timeless. And every single second thought flies away; every insecurity, every fear.

Magnus encourages him to caress more skin. And Jace has his hands on Magnus' stomach. Magnus flips his head back and goes down, Jace supports his waist as he bends backwards without any effort. There is magic coming out of his finger tips. Jace caresses Magnus' chest. He brushes along side the nipple piercings. He feels ready, so ready to take this man to bed. Magnus comes back up and their lips meet in a uncontrollable need. There is tongue. There are appreciative hums. Jace wants to flip them over, press Magnus against the couch. He wants to feel Magnus' heels dig into his back. He wants to tug at Magnus' hair and kiss his throat.

Jace is left wanting and hard when Magnus decides to get up. But the breather is nice. He doesn't hear fully what Magnus says. He nods, still feeling the blood rushing back into his head instead of south. Magnus drags him away, gently. Jace winces, walking with a hard-on is uncomfortable and his trousers are definitely too tight tonight. They pass several people. And Jace gives a short nod to the two ifrit standing guard at what seems like a hidden elevator in the wall.

Jace is pressed against another wall in no time. He slips his hands underneath Magnus' skirt and shirt. He doesn't even register the elevator pinging open. Magnus keeps them open with a twirl of fingers as they make out for a little longer. The music is so much more subdued, the beats still make the walls tremble but it is Jace's knees that are currently trembling the most. He's gently shoved into Magnus' lounge area. He laughs. The space is like Magnus' loft in Brooklyn, except everything is in the same room.

"Nice place." he shrugs his jacket off. Magnus plays around with the light switches and more lamps light up the room.

"I suppose it's a bit more business- than pleasure-like." Magnus smiles. He watches Jace from afar before making his way into the room himself.

"Do you always mix pleasure with business, Magnus ? Because I know for a fact that this…" he points toward the bed with the opulent shiny black sheets, "is definitely for pleasure."

Magnus has walked up to him by the time he has finished his phrase; There is a low chuckle under his breath. Jace reaches out to him. He holds Magnus close by the nape of the neck. "I want you so badly, Magnus." Their breaths mingle.

"Me too, Jace." Jace feels his whole nerves fray at the admission. It feels incredible to feel wanted, to be able to act on it. Magnus hands sneak under his T-shirt. The cool metal is quite the contrast to the firey trail they leave in their wake. Magnus' fingers ghost over his nipples and Jace removes his T-shirt. There is so much confidence behind Magnus' caresses. Jace is left breathless. Magnus kisses him again and Jace holds Magnus' waist. The hands on his body move with purpose.

Magnus pushes him gently backwards. Jace's heart feels like it's breaking out of his chest. He sits down, his eyes never leaving Magnus' face. Magnus moves his fingers and the lights switch to something more orange and darker. Jace absentmindedly undoes his shoes.

"Your skin is quite delightful. Better lighting makes you look even more ravishing." Magnus' wink makes Jace look up. Magnus takes the zipper of his skirt between his fingers. In one smooth movement the leather falls on the floor.

The desire grips him from the pit of his stomach. Jace stands up. Magnus' strong thighs are decorated with black fishnet stockings with golden accents. The lace jockstrap has trouble containing Magnus' cock in its confinement. Jace has trouble not falling down on his knees. He imagined himself sucking off Magnus several times since they agreed they could be intimate. But his insecurities vanish once again.

"Let me help you," his voice is so strained. He undoes Magnus' shirt. Once the chest is bare, he lifts Magnus up. The boots dig into his back. A grunt escapes his lips as Magnus climbs more comfortably onto him. He guides them both to the bed. Magnus looks good under him. And to be finally between his legs… it feels perfect, every step of the way. He moves his hips as he kisses Magnus. Nails dig into skin and Jace's body jolts in a pleasant moan. Magnus makes quick work of his trousers.

The way Magnus caresses his crack all the way down makes Jace's eyes flutter shut as he laps at his mouth. His lips burn and he almost refuses to come up for air. Magnus tugs his boxers down until right underneath his ass. Jace pushes them all the way down, exposing his leaking dick to the cool air. He feels no shame in pushing his erection against Magnus' clothed one. He ruts against Magnus with wanton moans, savouring the discovery of frotting himself against another man. It feels just as good as everything he's ever done. Touching Magnus in passing as he presses their erections together is mind numbing. Magnus' groans are swallowed by his lips and Jace finds himself in need… in need to do more, to touch more, to kiss more.

He wants to worship Magnus, but he doesn't trust his mind to keep up with what he wants. He tears himself away. He still moves his hips and watches Magnus' face in a relaxed state of pleasure. He stops, lowering his mouth to Magnus' neck. The shine of sweat is delicious. He traces the skin. Magnus' body arches into it. Jace moves down, taking his time to get rid of the rest of his clothes.

He sticks his tongue out at Magnus' nipple. He plays with the metal while Magnus' firm hand rests on his head and Jace' nostrils flare as Magnus starts to smell aroused. His hips look for friction. He gently sucks on the nipple a little bit longer. He wonders if he could bring Magnus to orgasm like this. His tongue goes lower and lower Magnus' garter belt is refined. The fine pattern of lace is intricate and looks laced with magical symbols. Jace sits up. He caresses Magnus' legs with the palm of his hands.

'You're beautiful' is on his lips. 'Please' is in his throat. 'Thank you' is on his lips. His fingers are rough and calloused while Magnus' skin shines with body glitter and delicate clothing. His insecurity brushes his mind, but it's as if his mind cannot reach it. With Magnus, the bad things in his mind can't seem to really touch him.

He undoes the leather combat boots. He puts them at the foot of the bed, on the ground next to his. His fingers unclasp the first stocking. Magnus sits up. Jace feels a flush creep over his cheeks. His fingers gently circle the back of Magnus' right leg. The feeling of the holes of the fishnet makes Jace smile. He shamelessly pushes his fingers in between them and grabs a hold of the band. He slowly pushes the stocking down in a long languid caress with his two hands. Magnus sighs as he sits a bit more upright to watch Jace do so. It's so delicate and Jace doesn't want to break it. He kisses Magnus' leg and gently lifts Magnus' ankle. His thumb caresses over Magnus' heel. He removes the stocking.

He caresses the top of Magnus foot. There are small diamonds on his painted nails. He puts a chaste kiss on Magnus' foot. He throws a glance at Magnus smiling. There is so much softness in his eyes. Jace feels like he is doing things right, for once. He directs his attention to the second stocking. He unclasps the garter belt from the lace. He hooks his fingers underneath the band. Jace lowers his lips to Magnus' knee and plants a kiss there. He wriggles and contorts his body so he can kiss Magnus' leg all the way down. He lifts Magnus' ankle and removes the stocking. The repetitive motion puts his mind into a pleasant haze.

Magnus reaches for him, he complies. The kiss is soft on his lips. Jace lets himself be guided. Magnus' hands on his cheeks is the only thing he feels as they switch positions. He lays down on his back. Magnus is between his legs. There are kisses on his chest. His erection gets gently brushed by Magnus' hand. The metal of his rings give a hard edge that make him feel even more aroused. He leaks and Magnus' hand is firm. Jace can't contain a lewd silence-breaking moan as Magnus' thumb moves on his cock.

"I want to be in your mouth." His mouth runs before he can think. "Please, Magnus." Magnus doesn't chuckle but he hums, pleased. Jace almost regrets his request when Magnus lets his erection go. Magnus crawls on top of him to reach the nightstand. Jace watches as Magnus takes a pack of condoms and lube out of the drawer. Jace exhales, refusing to his nerves to get the better of him. Magnus does quick work of the packaging. Jace holds his erection up as Magnus rolls a condom over it. The tension gets relieved from the impending orgasm he's been fighting back. Cat eyes lock with his gaze as a warm hand settles all the way down to his balls. Magnus' tongue dangles spit right above him and with one fluid motion Magnus spreads it over his dick. The warmth spreads and so does Magnus' mouth.

Fuck, having Magnus actually go down on him is one of the hottest things he's ever seen. The warmth spreads and Magnus' lips stretch. In one smooth movement Jace is at the back of Magnus' throat. His cock twitches and his groan is more akin of a growl.

"Fuck, Magnus, your mouth." He pants and Magnus stays there. It takes a lot of willpower to not just start thrusting. His hand goes to Magnus' hair, his whole body screams. Magnus' fingers hold the condom in place as his lips go back up. Magnus would suck the life out Jace. He could feel it. He'd be just an empty shell once Magnus is done with him. Especially when those lips and that throat stretch in most divine ways. Raziel be damned, Magnus is the only person he would ever pray to ever again. Magnus' hand joins the one on his head, an unspoken question of 'Show me how you like it' in its intent.

Jace takes the hint, fists Magnus' hair, and his moan vibrates from lips to cock. Jace doesn't take another second before he guides Magnus into a pace that has him wishing that the whole world could stay in suspense. He tells Magnus to caress his balls, or where he prefers Magnus' tongue to go. The third time Magnus goes all the way down, he fights his orgasm back so badly he bites the inside of his cheek. Those skillful lips take mercy on him and let him go.

"Everything alright there, Jace ?" Jace blinks. He has a hard time realising where he is. He sits a bit more upright, Magnus' cheeks are flushed and adorn a satisfied grin.

"I'm alright, more than alright." Jace speaks but he doesn't know if his brain can even follow. Magnus sits up. They are both out of breath.

"Do you need a break ?" Jace sees the familiar movement of fingers that signal Magnus would summon something. Jace extends his hand. He holds Magnus' wrist. His eyes seek Magnus' gaze.

"I want to be inside of you," his voice is steadier than he feels, "If that's something you'd like. I…" Magnus' smile is so soft, it makes him lose his sentence.

"Of course." He switches their hands so Magnus is the one holding Jace's wrist. He puts Jace's palm on his torso, letting Jace caress the exposed skin of his chest. Jace's eyes cannot stop their staring. Magnus' cock is straining against the fabric of his jockstrap. It feels wet to the touch. Magnus moves and extends the bottle of lube. Jace sits up. He technically knows what to do and wants to do it. He fidgets the cap of the bottle open.

His fingers are fully coated with lube as Magnus spreads his knees to give Jace better access to his ass. His hands are planted on Jace's shoulders. He leans on him for support while he sits on his knees. Magnus' mouth comes close to his ear. The voice is like silk on naked skin. Jace shivers at the intonation. "Finger me, Jace. I like it when it's very wet down there."

His middle finger finds Magnus' hole and Jace doesn't know whether to faint or just give in to his orgasm. Magnus' hum breaks his resolve and strength. "Just like that, you can slip it inside. I'm eager for you, Jace." The hot air he pants into Jace's ear makes Jace shiver.

Magnus is so warm inside. There is a bit of resistance but Magnus sinks fully onto his finger in a lewd moan and a praise of 'just like that' and 'I like that'. Jace doesn't even know anymore. Magnus is very eager. He takes his fingers out, coats them with lube again, and presses two fingers to Magnus' entrance. The cat eyes shine even brighter. "Look for my spot, I can take it. It's quite pleasurable too when you do." Magnus' hand is on Jace's wrist, trying to guide his fingers. The silk of his shirt caresses Jace's face. There is a shine of sweat on Magnus' chest.

Jace explores and Magnus huffs, he's so much warmer than Jace had expected. It takes a bit before he can find the prostate. It's further away than he imagined. He brushes over the spot again. Magnus exhales in pleasure. So Jace repeats the motion. Magnus puts a slight distance between them so Jace can look at Magnus grabbing his cock through the lace fabric. He rides Jace's fingers. "Your fingers feel wonderful, I can't wait to have your cock inside of me Jace." The words are breathed out and Magnus' body trembles. Jace feels his mind spinning, he should have expected Magnus to be a talker. He heard him enough when he makes love with Alec. But to hear him now like this… All by his own doing. He grips at his cock to concentrate on holding back his orgasm.

"I want to be stretched all over your cock as you move inside me." Jace wants to speak and his mouth is hoarse with want when he finally manages to.

"I want that, I want to be inside you Magnus, I want you to come for me. I want to taste you and suck you and fuck you." Magnus clenches on his fingers as he drags himself up and down. Magnus' hand ghosts over Jace's nipple.

"Lie down, I'm going to ride you." Jace lets himself be pushed against the sheets as his fingers slip out. Magnus grabs his cock to readjust the condom. He coats it with more lube, then straddles Jace. He looks even more beautiful and lustful, he's the most gorgeous man Jace has ever seen and his necklaces dangle above Jace's body. There are so many muscles in Magnus' thighs. And his weight grounds Jace into reality. This is really happening.

Magnus sinks down on him and the heat and wetness make Jace lose footing. They both moan and Jace's fingers dig into Magnus' thighs. Magnus' body shimmers of glitter and sweat. His neck is exposed and long. His fingers finds his nipples and play with the barbel within them. It goes so smoothly.

Magnus is a blazing fire and Jace is so deep inside of him it feels like a fire licking at his very soul. His hands are on Magnus' hips. Skin is soft and wet from sweat, and the rim is hot and tight. Magnus swivels his hips. The pace is languid. Magnus drags himself up and down again, until Jace is almost completely out before letting Jace sheathe himself even deeper. Jace whines a complaint before having all the air knocked out of his lungs. Magnus' shirt flows and the lace of his jockstrap strains. It brushes Jace's pelvis. He wants to touch Magnus but doesn't know if he can. He might fall apart into pieces.

His eyes sting.

Magnus starts moving. And once he has a rythm, he moves even faster, deeper. He throws his head back and his body shimmers. Jace puts his feet flat on the bed. He drags Magnus forward. He bumps his hips up and coaxes Magnus into a kiss. Magnus rides him while their tongues drag against each other. It goes faster and faster and Magnus sits back up to ride and clench. Jace's cheeks are wet.

Everything is a blur and fuck, his hands claw at the body on top of him. There are grunts and moans. Jace cannot seem to breathe. Magnus is wonderful. His skill, his beauty… Jace is reminded of kindness and how lucky he even is to share this with such a wonderful man. He stops. He feels boneless. Everything escapes him. He cannot control the tears. His chest aches in embarrassment. But he doesn't want to hide it.

"Jace ?" The voice gives concern, but not panic. Jace looks at Magnus and the soft smile makes his embarrassment evaporate in its wake. He is so lucky. Magnus probably doesn't even know.

"You're so beautiful." Jace lets his shaky breath shudder in his throat. "I feel everything of you when I'm inside of you. It's a bit… much." He wipes a tear from his cheek. Magnus takes a bit of better balance on his lap. The head of his cock is leaking fully and peeking almost entirely from underneath the jockstrap.

"You're very attractive like that, you know." Magnus clenches and grabs his cock to emphasize his words. It makes Jace pause and moan. This man would be the death of him. Magnus' fingers lock together. As they unclench, a small silken ribbon appears between Magnus fingers. "Will you permit me ? Your hands are free, you would be able to remove it whenever you want."

Jace takes Magnus' wrists, caresses them as he gives his consent. "You would ask me the world Magnus and I would fight everyone else in this dimension or existence to give it to you. I trust you."

They kiss gently, enough for Jace to feel the world fade into the background. Until Magnus reminds Jace with a clench what they were up to. "Hgn…" Magnus' hands are gentle as they tie a flat knot at the back of Jace's head.

The sudden darkness is soothing. Jace's hands travel all over Magnus' body and it's good, better even. Magnus touches his nipples and Jace jerks, feeling himself become rock hard once more. He is certain he swears under his breath. His hands find Magnus' jockstrap. He palms the lace and starts moving again. Magnus' whispers and praise seem to double now that he can concentrate on it. He puts his feet flat on the bed. He thrusts up, faster, wetter, stronger. He holds on to Magnus and finds himself floating between the smell of sex and the repetitive motion of his hips.

The build-up becomes stronger. Magnus moves and licks his chest or his tongue. There are so many moans and Magnus' sighs are the sounds Jace lives on. They click in place and Jace gets attuned to where to thrust and were to let go. His nails dig into Magnus' body and he brings Magnus' piercing to his lips one last time when he feels his ball draw up.

His whole body trembles. He keeps on moving as his cock is softening. He sits up, reaching for Magnus as he fills his condom. He searches for Magnus lips, his touch. Magnus kisses him.

"Keep going. And fill me up to the brim, shadowhunter." There is desperation in Magnus' voice. Jace still moves as Magnus clenches and fucks himself on Jace's cock, wringing out everything Jace has left to give. His hand joins Magnus' as Magnus uses their interlocked hands to bring himself over the edge. When Magnus comes it is with a long exhale and a contented moan of pleasure. They breathe once, twice. Magnus pushes him back and eases off his dick.

Jace removes the blindfold. In the haze of everything and wet towels he interrupts Magnus' cleaning as he finally reaches out for the man who is now as fully naked as him. The last layer is finally peeled from his skin and his necklaces have been removed.

He kisses Magnus. He talks and kisses Magnus again.

The world is all too small and words all too few to be able to voice what he feels.

He… loves this man…

In many ways that others relate to. In many ways lovers would relate to.

He holds Magnus, kisses his nose, his forehead. He kisses his lips.

And for once Jace feels like he's doing something right by doing so.

The end