Hii, guys :) I have a oneshot for the incredibly patient and supportive raybro. I hope you enjoy this, love.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the title, which comes from Nervous Energy by Glades.
Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe | Sexual Content | Photographer Alec | Model Magnus | Brief mention of uncomfortable relationship between two characters because they thought Alec was straight
Alexander Lightwood lowered his eyes, looking down at the screen of his camera and studying the photo that he'd just taken, before looking across at the laptop where the editor was studying the shots that had already been uploaded.
Isabelle Lightwood was wiggling her eyebrows around from behind the editor, Lydia Branwell, and he knew it was because she was all excited since this had been the first shoot where she was officially 'in charge' with an up and coming fashion designer, Clarissa Fray, and a model who had just recently made a splash on the scene.
And that was the reason that Alec was barely paying attention to his sister and the fact that this was a big moment in her career, and the reason why he didn't even care what Lydia thought of his photos right now.
The model.
Magnus Bane.
Oh gods.
He was beautiful.
Alec had worked with his sister quite a few times at The Circle magazine; he was a freelance photographer, and because he'd had a foot in the door with Isabelle already working there, he found regular work through the agency, and if his personal projects were slow or he needed extra money, he could always find work through them or other affiliated agencies.
But he'd never worked with a model as beautiful as Magnus.
And not only did Magnus know that he was absolutely gorgeous, but he was funny, he was smart, he had been flirting with Alec every single step of the fucking way, and on Sunday night, they were all going out for dinner because Clary and Magnus had been friends for a while, and Clary and Isabelle wanted to celebrate their hard work nearly being over for this particular project, and Isabelle had seen the spark between the two men, so she'd thrown it all together and text Jace Wayland and Maia Roberts, and Clary said that they would bring their friend, Simon Lewis.
So...He was just fucking perfect, all around, and now this was Alec's last day working with him.
It was funny, because he could admit it about himself, he was a perfectionist, and usually on the last day of shoots he was more stressed, but even though he was distracted by Magnus, the reason why he wasn't obsessing over the laptop is because he knew the shots would be gorgeous.
Magnus was a natural to photograph.
They'd had an instant chemistry.
"These are gorgeous, Alec," Lydia's words were clipped, but that wasn't...Unusual. There'd been an awkward moment a few months ago, when Lydia had first transferred to The Circle and worked with Alec for the first time, and she'd made a move after misinterpreting a comment, and Alec had rebuffed her because, well, she wasn't a he. She was still a bit awkward about it. "You've got one more look left, right?" Lydia looked back toward Clary and Isabelle and Alec glanced toward the corner of the room where the privacy screens were set up, before looking at the bed with it's silk blankets.
This was one of the smallest shoots they'd done for the magazine, and it was only going to be a one page spread, but it was going to be completely under Isabelle's control, she was the stylist and she had chosen the designer, and that actually worked really well for Alec.
It meant he got to control the lights and Isabelle had one assistant there to help them, but other than that, the place was uncrowded and airy and the only sounds had really come from the speaker that was playing quietly because everyone knew that Alec worked best when it was quiet.
It had made it easy to forget there was anyone else there, other than him and Magnus.
Maybe a little too easy.
"Yeah, we'll be done by five—six at the latest," Isabelle replied, looking down at the delicate, rose-gold watch on her wrist.
"Alright, don't let it run past then, I don't want to cover overtime and it's Friday, you shouldn't be here late," Lydia said with a nod as she straightened up, picking up her handbag and phone. "Clary, it was good meeting you, after hearing so much about your work," her words were brief, but they were sincere, and Alec absently hoped that one day him and Lydia would be able to just get on normally, because he knew how much his sister liked her, so she was clearly a good person.
Lydia finished up with Isabelle and Clary before she was stalking out in her heels that were almost as high as his sisters, and the assistant was over at the bed that was being used for this shoot, fluffing up the deep, purple velvet pillows and rumpling the black, silk sheets in a very particular way
He didn't quite understand why they would be there until six, since they just had one outfit change left, although there were apparently a few components to this one, it had only just gone on one, and there were the three others there to help him with the lights and props.
But he really didn't care, if it meant he was getting more time around Magnus, so he'd take it.
At least, that was what he thought before he looked up and seen Magnus stepping out from behind the privacy screens...Wearing a silk robe and sheer stockings.
Because the instant he laid his eyes on him, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to get through the next few minutes, let alone the next few hours.
Alec—thankfully—didn't make any sound, but he knew his eyes widened comically.
He was aware.
And if he wasn't aware, then the knowing grin on Isabelle's face as she turned to look at him, barely looking at Magnus, so she was obviously prepared for Magnus' appearance, and just hadn't warned Alec.
Right.
"Alexander," Magnus practically purred, batting his long, glittery eyelashes up at Alec as he approached him slowly, stockinged feet elegant and almost dainty on the floor, and Alec swallowed hard as his eyes swept back up to meet Magnus' gaze. "Do you mind adjusting the straps? They're just a bit long." Then Magnus was turning around and tugging down the silk robe he was wearing, and... "Just the top one," Magnus prompted, as though Alec's brain wasn't short circuiting.
"Oh, I—" Alec's eyebrows lifted, and he gently rested his camera against his chest so that it was hanging from the thick strap around his neck while reaching out with slightly shaky fingers.
It was ridiculous.
He was a professional.
And his fingers still managed to shake as Magnus' robe dropped down further and—
"Alec?" Isabelle called out, and her voice sounded just a little bit too innocent and high pitched. Alec knew his sister better than the back of his own hand, and just with her simply saying his name like that, he knew that something was going on. "Can you come here when you're...Finished?" She arched an eyebrow and there was an incredibly obvious giggle from Clary, the two of them being very unprofessional, and Alec shot a glare at both of them from under his eyelashes before trying to focus back on the delicate black straps against Magnus' delicate shoulder blades, is fingertips briefly touching Magnus' smooth skin.
The silk robe was covering up a lot but teasing even more, and Alec's had to take in another shaky breath as his hands fell back to his side and Magnus lifted the robe back over his shoulders and turned to give Alec and smile.
"Thank you, Alexander," Magnus said with a tilt of his head and a bat of his eyelashes and if Alec hadn't been hard before, then his cock was definitely twitching now.
"You're welcome," Alec responded, voice a bit tighter than it had been a few moments ago, but thankfully not stammering before nodding his head once and quickly walking over to where Isabelle was standing with Clary and the other assistant. "What's up?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and Isabelle turned from the long table with the props, surprisingly with her handbag slung over her shoulder. "Do you need to go grab something?"
"Well, you don't need us here, right?" Isabelle asked and it was then that Alec realized that Clary also had her bag over her shoulder, and the assistant was shuffling some things around with her ears flared a bright red because she was clearly trying to just stay out of things while doing her job, and Alec's sister and her friend were just making everything awkward. "So...We're gonna head out!" Isabelle flashed a wide, shit-eating smile that clearly said her mind was made up.
"Iz—" Alec began to try to make her stay, even though about seventy percent of him really didn't want her to but she just interrupted.
"I'll call you tomorrow morning, okay?" She looked pointedly over his shoulder, toward Magnus, and Alec purposefully didn't look back because he could feel Magnus' eyes on him, probably listening to the whole conversation that was happening right now. "We can catch up then."
As in, she was going to grill him about whatever was going to happen once her, Clary and the assistant left, even though it was probably just going to be strung out, awkward silences until they finally finished, and then Alec went home and got off in the shower to thoughts of Magnus in this silky get up while feeling guilty about it.
Alec looked back at Magnus, who was sitting on the edge of the bed now with his lips curled upward in the corners as he watched them with cat-like eyes, taking in everything that was being said, taking in Alec with sultry eyes that made his lower stomach burn.
"I'm going to kill you," is what Alec resorted for hissing through clenched teeth at Isabelle and she broke into a wide, red-lipped smile.
"Not if you get laid, you won't," she pointed out cheerfully. "Bye, Magnus!" Isabelle suddenly raised her voice and called over to Magnus. "It's always a pleasure working with you!"
Alec couldn't even look back at Magnus and see the expression the model was making at his sister as he responded to her goodbyes, and then also called them out to Clary and the assistant, and he barely moved as the three finished gathering their things and left; the assistant just looking happy to leave early, Clary looking slightly sympathetic of leaving Alec in the middle of a situation he wasn't prepared for but clearly more scared of Isabelle, and Isabelle just grinning as though she was the one getting laid.
Not that he was.
He was way too awkward to make something like that happen.
"Alexander?" Magnus called from behind him and Alec drew in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before spinning around and looking over at the beautiful Indonesian man who was perched on the bed, arms braced behind him and head tilted to the side with a coy smile on his face. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah?" He didn't sound as certain as he wanted to, and Magnus seemed to see that as well, because his eyes just glittered more, and that made Alec swallow hard again. "Yes," he repeated, more certain this time and Magnus heard that in his voice, judging by the way he arched his eyebrow. "Alright, I'm just going to adjust the lighting, you—you get comfortable."
It felt as though the temperature had jumped and it was ridiculous, because Alec had worked with pretty guys before, a lot, but for some reason they had just never affected him in the same way that Magnus has this week.
He began adjusting one of the lights, lowering it and turning it on before straightening up and turning around to where Magnus had pushed himself further up the bed, so he was fully sprawled out with his stockinged legs spread and the robe falling open, showing his chest, and the tiny piercing he had through one nipple, and his collarbones—
"Do you want me any particular way?" Magnus asked and Alec's cock throbbed.
Magnus had to know the implication of his words.
"Y-you're the model here," Alec responded, dropping his eyes quickly down to his camera, turning it on and beginning to fiddle with the lens simply because he couldn't keep staring. "You know your best angles."
"Models thrive on positive feedback, darling" Magnus drawled and Alec's eyes rose to look back over at him. "We like knowing we're doing a good job, that we're looking good." Alec narrowed his eyes at the model, wondering how much of this was just industry talk and how much of this was more. Magnus just smiled at him calmly as he shifted, spreading out his arms and smoothing his long fingers which were covered in rings across the silk covering the bed. "Shall we start?" He asked, and Alec took in a breath.
"Sure," he murmured, resigned to possibly never making it out of the room alive.
He managed to make it nearly two hours.
He adjusted the lights, he took so many photos that he had changed out his memory card, he kept his eyes forward, he managed strained conversation as Magnus shifted positions and poses, and he was so hard his cock was straining against his jeans.
"Alexander?" Magnus asked and it was almost physically painful for Alec to raise his eyes, because he had really, really been trying to just view Magnus through the lens of his camera rather than directly. It was stupid, but it was making things easier—just. "Alexander...Are we really not going to take advantage of this bed and the fact that we're alone for the first time?"
He blinked.
"Uh—" he blinked again.
"Yes?" Magnus smirked, clearly glad that he had caught Alec off guard.
"Uh—" Alec repeated, internally wanting to kick himself, even though he just couldn't get over how upfront Magnus was being. He knew Magnus was blunt, that had become very clear this week while working with him, but—but this was a little bit different. "Yes?"
"Yes?" Magnus pursed his lips together and tilted his head to the side, his eyes glittering teasingly as he leaned forward, his silk robe completely open now, seeing the straps of the red silk lingerie against his chest, so delicate but strong, and batting his eyelashes which were crusted with tiny gems that had been applied this morning and were still immaculate. "You don't look sure about that."
Alec's fingers were twisting into his camera strap, narrowing his eyes at Magnus as he judged what was happening.
Magnus narrowed his eyes back, and his glossy lips were curled upward in an almost challenging smirk.
The air between them had already felt as though it was charged, it had felt like that most of the week and it had been working in their favour, it had produced a lot of amazing shots, but now—now it felt charged, it felt almost thick and suffocating, and Alec could feel his chest beginning to rise and fall faster.
And then Magnus moved, leaning back onto the pillows behind him and spreading out his long, stockinged legs on the artfully rumpled silk sheets, the robe sliding up his thighs over the dark, lacy garters that were wrapped around his thighs that Alec had only caught glimpses of before, since the robe had been closed most of the time, other than when Magnus had let it slip down his shoulders for some shots that made Alec feel hot under the collar.
"Fuck it," Alec growled under his breath and Magnus' eyebrows rose in surprise as Alec gripped the strap of his camera and pulled it off, over his head, a lot rougher than he usually was with his camera as he twisted and put it down on one of the nearby tables, not even taking the time to cover the lens like he usually would before he was turning back to Magnus, who seemed to have realized what was happening, and now had a very smug expression on his face. "I just—" Alec snapped his teeth together as he approached the bed and Magnus just kept smirking up at him, biting into his plump lower lip. "You're just—" he furrowed his eyebrows as he reached out for Magnus and he couldn't help the way that heat flared in his stomach as he saw the surprise in Magnus' widening eyes. "I want to kiss you," he said bluntly, finally finishing a sentence, and Magnus' eyes were wide for another beat before he dipped his head in a silent nod.
Alec practically dove in once given the permission, his hand curling around the back of Magnus' neck and pulling him in close before their mouths crashed together.
It really wasn't the best kiss, but Alec didn't care, and it didn't seem as though Magnus did either from the groan that he let out as their teeth clashed together and his hands came up to grip at the shirt that Alec was wearing.
He was only left in a tee-shirt, since he'd shrugged off his jacket earlier, and Magnus' hands came up to grip at the thin material, twisting it in his long fingers as he pulled Alec closer...Until he jerked him off balance and Alec was toppling forward onto the bed.
"Shit!" Alec cried out, completely losing any façade of being smooth but Magnus didn't seem to care, because he giggled against Alec's mouth and pulled back slightly.
"So, we're going to make good use of this bed then?" He asked, and his eyes were glittering cheekily, and his gloss was a little smudged on his mouth and Alec was guessing that some of it had probably transferred to his own. He lifted his hand without thinking, gently wiping a finger under Magnus' lower lip where some of the gloss had smeared, wiping it away before his eyes lifted to lock back with Magnus', and the models eyes were darker than they had been before. "Alexander…"
"Do you want to make good use of the bed?" Alec's voice came out low and husky, speaking to how aroused he was and Magnus just stared at him for a beat before beginning to pull at the hem of his shirt.
"I've been wanting to get you on this bed since I heard we would be including it in this shoot," Magnus said in response and Alec felt his cock twitch in his pants at the blunt words. His eyes roved over Magnus, at the gorgeous way his chest was rising and falling and the glitter around his dark eyes that were sparking with arousal as they met Alec's and just—just him, and how beautiful he was with his flushed skin and glossy lips. "Please..."
"For fucks. Sakes," Alec hissed through his teeth as he ducked back down and crushed his lips against Magnus' lips. Magnus actually seemed slightly caught off guard because he let out a squeak, but he willingly gave under Alec's body, letting himself be pushed back onto the bed and into the pillows. Magnus didn't take long to catch up, his body surprisingly strong for being so lithe and he curled his legs around Alec's, tugging him down properly between his thighs and making Alec groan as their crotches were pressed together for the first time. Magnus grinned as Alec let out a stuttered breath and he narrowed his eyes. "We are way too overdressed," he grumbled.
"Mainly you, Alexander," Magnus pointed out with a smirk, his robe fallen open from their new position, the red lingerie on display underneath and...Alec really wanted to just stare at Magnus in the lingerie and just—burn all of his beautiful angles to memory, even though he had been taking countless photos in this very outfit all afternoon. But at the same time, Alec had been teased with Magnus in beautiful outfits all week and right now—he just wanted to tear everything off to look at what was underneath. "But you can unwrap me first, if you want," the model added coyly, obviously able to read the hunger on Alec's face and Alec didn't even care.
"Promise you'll dress up for me again next time?" The words were out of Alec's mouth before he could even try to stop them as his fingers were pushing the robe down Magnus' arms. He froze and glanced up at the words and Magnus was already smiling at him, not looking at all bothered at the implication of next time, and that shoved the breath out of Alec's lungs. "Fuck—" Alec grunted as he leaned in to crush his mouth against Magnus' again and Magnus laughed breathlessly against his lips.
There wasn't much finesse as they tumbled together, working to shove down Alec's tight jeans and Alec not being quite as graceful when undressing Magnus as he initially hoped for, but neither of them seemed to care.
There was this energy between them—this tension that had been building and burning all week and Alec's cock was leaking by the time they were naked and they rolled over, Alec easily manhandling Magnus and loving the way he felt shivers run through the other man as he did so, and Alec was actually glad that Jace dragged him along to the gym four times a week as he was easily able to tug Magnus until he was straddling his hips, his thighs on either side.
Both of them hissed at the way their cocks brushed together, Magnus' deep purple painted nails digging into Alec's biceps and hopefully leaving marks behind that Alec would be able to look at over the next few days.
But then Alec froze, his hands tightening on Magnus' hips and his eyes widening and Magnus looked concerned.
"Are you okay? What's wrong, Alexander?" One of Magnus' hands came up to cup his face, beautiful eyes narrowed.
"No, I—" Alec let out a short laugh, trying to get rid of the wrinkle on Magnus' forehead by smoothing his fingers over it.. "Do you have any—any lube and stuff?" It was Magnus' turn to freeze, before he was letting out a laugh and grinding himself back down against Alec's cock, making him groan.
"I started bringing lube after the first day working with you," Magnus smirked and Alec stomach swooped at that—at the fact that Magnus had been wanting him just as much as he wanted him back.
It was slightly comical, the way Magnus was careful getting off Alec, but then nearly skidded across the wooden floors in his rush to get to where his bag was, and Alec couldn't suppress his fond smile as Magnus came skipping back, holding up a pink bottle of lube, tossing it to Alec before he was getting back on the bed.
"Strawberry glitter lube?" Alec read off the side of the bottle and raised an eyebrow at Magnus.
"The only type I use," Magnus winked.
"So you taste like strawberries, then?" Alec asked and Magnus' smirk deepened.
"You want me to sit on your face so you can find out?" He shot back and Alec's cheeks flared red, even as he was licking his bottom lip at the mention of being able to eat out Magnus. "How about…" Magnus settled himself down, over Alec's hips again, moving his ass back and forth until he made himself comfortable on Alec's thighs, their cocks brushing together again and Alec eyelids fluttered. "How about we get off here, and then we go back to my apartment, and…" Magnus leaned his body forward, blanketing over Alec's and touching the tip of his nose with his own. "And then you can find out how I taste, hm?"
Alec didn't even bother to reply as he tilted his chin upward so that their lips could come together again, and he wrapped an arm around Magnus' narrow waist so that their torsos were pressed firmly together, skin burning between them.
The hand that wasn't around Magnus flicked open the cap of lube, and he was going to try and awkwardly tip it into his own hand but Magnus held out a flattened palm, even though their mouths didn't break, and Alec poured some onto his hand, letting out a whine that didn't even sound like it came from him when Magnus shifted his torso upward just enough to work his hand between them and then Alec's head was snapping back so fast that he almost smacked Magnus directly in the nose.
"Holy fuck!" Alec gasped out as Magnus' hand attempted to wrap around both of their cocks, his palm so nicely slick that it easily slid up and down their lengths and made them let out simultaneous moans. Magnus had rings around his delicate fingers, and while his fingers were longer, they couldn't quite stretch all the way around, his pretty painted nails shiny against the sides of Alec's cock. "So pretty, Mags..." Alec whispered out and Magnus' body jerked as he looked up at him with a pout. Alec smiled, feeling something settle in his chest as he felt his mind clear up. "Come here—" Alec's arms tightened around Magnus, and the way that Magnus' expression was so completely wrapped up in that moment, as Alec was quickly rolling them over so that Magnus was tucked back underneath him with Alec braced over the top, it made his heart sing. "There you go..." he breathed out, and from their new position, with Alec now laying straddling Magnus' thighs and bracing himself down low, their cocks were still pressed together. "Now you can get us off."
He said the words lightly, not wanting Magnus to think it was an order, as though he was taking over the situation without talking to him, but Magnus' eyes flared as they darted up to him, gorgeous and glowing under his shimmering eyelids.
"Is that okay?" Alec couldn't help but ask softly, and Magnus' expression flickered slightly as he recognized that Alec was checking in with him, the corners of his lips curving upward as he reached up, tightening his stomach muscles.
"More than okay, Alexander," he whispered before they were kissing softly.
It was gentle, and it reassured Alec that Magnus was comfortable, which was all he wanted, he just wanted Magnus to feel good.
And a moment later, the kiss wasn't gentle, and Magnus was moaning as he sunk back into the mattress beneath him, his head falling into the pillow as his fingers flexed around where he had been holding their cocks.
"You're doing so good," Alec whispered and a visible shudder ran through Magnus at the words, eyelids flickering. "Gods, Magnus...You're so fucking pretty, you have no idea." Magnus groaned and his hips jumped forward, up against Alec, and Alec shuddered in response at the pressure. "That's it..." he thrust his hips forward, against Magnus' slick palm, and the man underneath him moaned again. "I've just—it's been so hard trying to stay professional—I've never had this problem before—" this time Magnus giggled, and it made Alec smile, even though they were right in the middle of a moment that was usually pretty serious for him.
"I don't mind a bit, darling, feel free to be as unprofessional with my anytime you want," the gloss on his lips was completely smeared now, and he just thought that Magnus impossibly even more attractive, with his swollen lips. He shifted the weight to one arm so that he could press his thumb to the corner of Magnus' lips and the little smile that had appeared when he giggled disappeared, his pupils visibly widening. It felt so easy, the way the emotions shifted naturally between them, and that was just proven again as Magnus playfully nipped at his thumb. "But I wouldn't want to hear about you being unprofessional with other boys as pretty as me...And I've already made such good friends with your sister, you can't just ignore me after this." He smirked, as though he knew it was a joke, but there was something shining in his eyes that made Alec falter the rhythm of his hips, wanting to reassure him.
"I don't—" Alec sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. "I don't do this—with people I photograph." His fingers slipped, moving to cup Magnus' face rather than touching the corner of his lips anymore. "Actually—it's been a while since I've done this with anyone." And it made his face flare red to admit that but Magnus' smile was suddenly shining brightly again, any shadows in his eyes completely gone. "But—for future reference, can we never mention my sister while we're...?" He cringed slightly, which wasn't a facial expression he ever thought he would be making when laying here naked on top of Magnus.
And then Magnus giggled again.
They had switched up the vibe a few times in the past few minutes, and maybe the mood should be broken, but it just wasn't. It all still worked, and Alec's body was pulsing happily as he began rolling his hips again, and he loved the instant he was able to see Magnus reacting to him.
"Gods, Magnus," Alec couldn't help the way his voice broke as Magnus' skilled fingers began stroking them again, although his movements were fumbling. "How could I want anyone else if I could have you?" And—he knew it was way too soon to be saying something like that, and it was not like him to be running his mouth with romantic thoughts like that, but—there was just—there was just something—
"Oh, fuck, Alexander," Magnus' head pulled back and his movements began getting even more sloppy between, nowhere near as coordinated and perfect as he usually tried to be.
"Yeah, pretty?" Alec was panting as he reached down, knocking away Magnus' hand so that the model could relax into the bed and arch his back into the feeling as Alec focused completely on his lover, not caring about wrapping a hand around himself.
The lube smelt like strawberries in a way that wasn't sickly-sweet, and of course Magnus was classy enough to have nice smelling lube, and Alec couldn't pull his eyes away from Magnus' face, especially in the moment when he came.
He was beautiful.
The pad of Alec's thumb pressed into the head of Magnus' cock, massaging it as he came in spurts over his stomach, and Magnus let out a groan as his teeth sunk into his lower lip and his eyes squeezed shut and Alec's hand slowed, but he didn't stop, and he smiled slightly at the way that Magnus shook at the overstimulation, a whine drawing out from deep in his throat.
"That feel good, Mags?" Alec breathed out, eyes flickering all over Magnus' face, not wanting to miss anything as he slowly pulled back his hand and gently rubbed at his hip soothingly, as he came down from his high. It didn't matter that he was throbbing between his legs and he was so close to his own orgasm as his thumb brushed over Magnus' hipbone. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he couldn't help but tell him.
His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed as they opened, cat-like and captivating and Alec leaned down to smush an uncoordinated kiss and Magnus made such a sweet noise as his mouth opened underneath him.
"Lemme help—" Magnus whined into Alec's mouth, his hand moving between them, not caring about the mess that his fingers were sliding through, and Alec's lips parted as he let out a gasp as wet fingers circled around him. "Cum for me, darling, come on," Magnus still sounded so whiny and pretty and Alec felt breathless as he started thrusting into Magnus' hand, chasing after his orgasm.
It came fast, quicker than he expected but then again, he shouldn't have been surprised, given the build up and the way he had been right on the edge.
He fell forward, into Magnus' neck, not caring about the fact that things were even messier between them, and Magnus let out a surprised huff before his arms wrapped around Alec's neck and pulled him in close as he panted against his skin.
"Shit," he finally groaned out, his voice strained, and Magnus giggled underneath him.
The sound made Alec smile so stupidly wide against Magnus' shoulder as he turned his head, before pulling back and looking down at the sticky mess between them, wincing before looking back up at Magnus, who really didn't look like he cared at all.
"You—you want to come back to my place now?" Magnus asked and Alec's head turned slowly, looking down to where Magnus' lingerie was laying, and Magnus turning his head to the side, following his gaze.
"You going to dress back up for me?" Alec asked, eyes shining hopefully as he looked back at Magnus, and the man underneath him grinned, swollen lips tugging up in a cheeky smile.
"I promised, didn't I?"
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