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Alec's fingers were unable to get a hold on the bedsheets beneath his fingers. His body was bathed in sweat and his mind had serious trouble to form coherent thoughts. But he needed hold on to something, needed something to anchor him, to give him an opportunity to participate instead of just being dragged across the mattress, forth and back, forth and back. Not saying it was bad, but Alec wanted more.

A long moan was torn from his throat as Magnus tightened his grip on Alec's hips and thrust into him with a bit more force than before, holding him close and reaching even deeper. Alec's eyes rolled in the back of his head when Magnus leaned down and traced the tip of his tongue along the side of Alec's neck, from his shoulder until right beneath his ear. Alec keened, moving his head to the side to expose his neck eve further while tightening his legs around Magnus' waist. His throat was dry, his lips swollen and red.

Magnus' hot breath painted words against the shell of his ear, but it took Alec a bit to really understand what he was saying, that he was saying something. But who could blame him? Magnus' hips didn't still in their movements, his thumbs massaging Alec's hipbones, his hard length creating a friction that Alec had missed so dearly over the past weeks.

"Head ... b ... headboard." Magnus accentuated the suggestion with a soft tug on Alec's earlobe, maybe to draw Alec's attention to what he was saying, maybe just because he liked it. "You can put - fuck - put your hands there." He reached back with one hand to push one of Alec's legs a bit higher reaching a new angle and Alec closed his eyes, just relishing the way it put his nerves on fire even more.

"Yes, god yes," he breathed, turning it into a mantra, putting his hands against the headboard above, gripping it hard. This bed had one. He was so used to his own, where all he could do, was brace his hands against the wall. This way he had at least some leverage against Magnus' unrelenting movements instead of just being a slave to Magnus' strength. On some days he enjoyed it, even craved it, but today he wanted more and he got more.

With the next thrust of Magnus' hips, Alec moved against him, meeting him and tightened around him. He was rewarded by his boyfriend's eyes slipping close and his head dropping lower, hot breaths hitting Alec's sweaty chest. Fingernails bit the skin of Alec's hip on the right side while Magnus' other hand left his hip to put it against the headboard as well to keep himself up above Alec. His eyes were glazed over, his lips bitten red, his dark skin covered in sweat and his hair was a mess. A glorious beauty.

"You're a - god - you're a terrible person," Magnus panted as he slowed the movements of his hips, barely pulling out and then moving against Alec in slow languid waves. His straining muscles were pronounced by the sweat and Alec had to fight the urge to taste every last drop with his own tongue. Instead he bit his lower lip teasingly, letting it slowly go again, seeing exactly how Magnus' eyes followed that movement with an intense gaze.

"Right on both accounts," he whispered hoarsely and between heavy panting. Magnus snorted and leaned down to cover Alec's lips with his own, kissing him hard, tasting his lips until Alec felt like there was nothing else to give and still yearning for more. It was sloppy, hot and perfect.

"You're cocky, too," Magnus teased against Alec's lips, his hips picking up a faster rhythm again and Alec complied, tightening his legs around Magnus which became more difficult the longer they went, but it was so worth it.

"Don't tempt me to - fuck - make a - god, right there -" Alec's voice broke into a moan and he pushed his head back into the mattress, the pillows had been discarded somewhere except for the one beneath Alec's hips, tilting them up and making it easier for Magnus to hold him in place. His back moved up from the mattress in a low bow as Magnus hit the right spot deep inside of him and every thought of playful banter was out of the window. "Right there, again, right - yes - Magnus ... "

Magnus' head hung right above Alec's, their face so close and a faint smile on his lips, a very satisfied one as he listened to Alec's increasing rambling and watched him squirm beneath him, his hips almost desperately moving after his retreating cock. Magnus loved this moment when he felt his own orgasm grow in his abdomen and could almost taste Alec's on his tongue as well. It was then when everything was let loose, when no mask remained, when there was nothing needed than their breathing, the sound of their skin moving against each other.

"Yes, please, keep going, fa - fuck - faster, Magnus ..." Alec took one hand of the headboard moving it down to his erection, standing tall and red between them. Magnus could feel a tell-tale tingle starting between his shoulder blades before moving down his spin as he watched Alec's hand moving up and down without much coordination out of the corner of his eye. In the beginning it had annoyed him, like he wasn't enough to get Alec off, but now ...

Heavily breathing Magnus looked straight down at Alec, his boyfriend hadn't moved his eyes from him. His name was still on the other's tongue and his lips were pleading for him.

"So close ... so close ..." Alec's voice grew weaker, breathier as the waves of lust and pleasure pulled him under. His eyes fluttered shut and Magnus smiled before leaning down and only barely touching Alec's lips. "So ..."

"Me too ..." He took his other hand off Alec's hip as well and put it above the one on Alec's cock, moving them together until Alec just pulled his own away and left Magnus to it, stroking him, thrusting into him until he finally shook apart, coming all over Magnus' hand, his chest, pulling Magnus with him by moaning his name and tightening around Magnus one last time.

They kept slowly moving. Magnus stroking Alec through his aftershocks and Alec keeping his hips in motion to give Magnus the same, savoring every last bit of pleasure and lust and everything that was good about sex.

Eventually Magnus pulled out and discarded the condom in the trashcan nearby while Alec blindly searched for some shirt to clean them up. They were still heavily breathing when they laid down again next to each other, staring at the ceiling.
"That was ...," Alec began, but Magnus just nodded and said: "So true."