[Magnus POV]
He enjoys teasing his boyfriend way too much. Dissolving a bit of the ever-so-serious Shadowhunter façade. He smiles into the kiss as he is walking backward. Alec draws a sharp breath as Magnus runs his fingers down his abdomen. The warlock hooks his pinkie into the loop of Alec's – he admits, very well-fitting and surprisingly not so worn-out – jeans and pulls him through the door onto the balcony.
"Well, I just thought it's more beautiful out here." Placing another kiss on his lips, he leans his back against the cool surface of the brick-wall he sneaks his arms around his waist to eliminate any remaining space between them and chuckles when he notices the soft groan escaping Alec's throat.
"So – how was work?" Magnus watches as he gives him a quizzical look.
"You want to talk about this now ?"
"Conversation is essential in a relationship, my dear."
"Suuure. But there´s always a time and a place for conversations and I think–," he places his hand on Magnus´ left cheek, "this is neither."
"Always so impatient." Magnus tilts his head, placing a kiss inside Alec´s palm. It had the estimated effect and the Shadowhunter´s fingers curl around his mandible. Magnus enjoys the touch.
"But there is something I wanted to ask you. " The taller man seems to blush again.
"Ask away. It´s not as if I am going anywhere." He couldn´t – literally – because he´s part of a very pleasant Wall-Warlock-Shadowhunter-Sandwich.
"You were dancing again." His face now evidently turning red, Alec lets his fingers glide over Magnus´ shoulder down to his hand intertwining them.
"That´s – a question?"
"No, no. It´s just – I rarely see you like this – No! Stop! I don´t mean like this," he makes a vague motion over Magnus´ bare chest, "I mean, seeing you relaxed. Completely relaxed. I know how hard and exhausting it is to maintain your status. So – What happened?" He takes a step back, leading them to the sitting area. Settling himself into the soft cushions, he pulls Magnus down to sit next to him, never letting go of his hand. "Have you finally found a solution for this rude guy from Scotland? I remember you talking about him several times."
Magnus turns, so he can face the Shadowhunter, one leg tucked beneath, and smiles warmly. "Not bad, yes! Mr. Balfour," he lets out an exasperated sigh, "had some trouble with a demon possessing his washer, eating socks. But just one! Gladly I heard about similar demons, most of them were obsessed with remotes or – the nastier ones – with your motivation. One minute you feel inspired – the next the feeling just vanished. As if it never existed. Never found a solution for this one though."
"Magnus, I don´t think the last one is a demon – it´s called procrastination. But back to your sock client. Good riddance. I wouldn´t even notice if one of my socks was missing since my whole wardrobe contains the same pairs of black socks." He grins.
"Feeling proud of our lousy wardrobe now, are we?" The warlock tugs on the collar of Alec´s black shirt. The Shadowhunter bats his hand away.
"My wardrobe is fine as it is."
"You´re forlorn. Sometimes I really don´t know, why I´m attracted to you." Magnus sighs, acting defeated. He turns his back to Alec, leaning his elbow on the backrest and his head into his hand.
"Me neither."
He feels the boy behind him shuffle, circling one hand around his waist, hugging him from behind. The warmth of Alec´s chest seeping into his back. His lips are now tracing his jawline, peppering it with soft kisses, sliding over to his neck where he stops. Cheek to cheek. Hands roaming over his stomach, not daring to go lower. Magnus giggles.
"I think my memory´s slowly coming back. But not quite!" He turns around to grab Alec´s collar, pulling him down as he leans back against the pillows, watching his boyfriend´s reaction as their bodies connect through the fabric. The man most certainly knows how to keep my memories from fading.
"You realize how corny that is."
"Come on, you love it." Magnus tugs at the hem of Alec's shirt, trying to get his hands beneath it, in need to feel Alec´s skin. Blue sparks of anticipation tailing his touch. He most certainly feels like he is at a disadvantage here. The Shadowhunter moves to unbutton it, but Magnus stops him.
"We don't want to give them, " he gestures towards the apartments across the street which have a perfect view over the balcony, "the whole show, do we? Remember last time. I got all the time in the world to show you how I can make your bow quiver." Magnus grins. Alec sighs.
"I don't care. And – What the fuck, Magnus! You have to stop with –," Magnus doesn´t let him finish his sentence and nudges him under the chin.
"Make me."
"You know there's a rune that could do that," he answers, rolling his eyes at him, a smile tugging at his lips. A smile that lets Magnus know what´s coming. "But it wouldn't be quite as fun." With that, Alec lowers himself down so that his full weight is resting on Magnus, every inch of their bodies connected, and he captures his lips in a deep kiss, pushing him back against the cushions. Magnus moans into Alec´s mouth as he feels his hands sliding down his sides and their hips reacting to the resulting friction. He slightly opens his mouth, letting their tongues dance together. Alexander´s quite talented at this kind of dance.
So much for not giving their neighbors a show.
As their kisses grow more urgent, their breathing gets heavier and hands wander to places they should not be – considering they're still on Magnus' balcony – they both decide to relocate their arrangement. At some point Alec's shirt came undone – Magnus cannot and will not explain how this happened.
Not being able to break their kiss – or to keep their hands to themselves – they stumble rather dowdy inside. And as if it´s not hard enough trying to maneuver around the furniture – they almost trip over Chairman, who decided to take a walk just then. "Sorry!" he whispers, but the cat just stalks away. They both chuckle and Magnus runs his left hand over Alec´s lower abdomen, working on his belt buckle, while his right hand palms the by now visible bulge. Alec drops his head to place a kiss on Magnus´ neck, pulling at the skin with his teeth, still grinning. Magnus tries to not lose his balance as he finally manages to open the damn buckle.
"Now, do you want to g–,"
"ALEC! MAGNUS!"
