#3

Magnus knew he was going to go to hell for this, but damn it he didn't care right now. His world had been turned into a haze, his bones were singing with fire, his skin was drenched in sweat and the buzzing feeling of a slowly growing orgasm. His lips were dry from panting, his tongue had forgotten how to form words and his fingers held onto the edge of the mattress for dear life.

At a particular vicious snap of Alec's hips, Magnus fell on to his elbows, letting his forehead rest against the mattress, the most indecent moans were torn from his throat and he couldn't even bring himself to care about the volume anymore. His voice was hoarse, his mouth dry as his lips.

His thighs ached, his knees hurt, his whole body was taken apart by tension of the best kind. He could feel Alec's hands running across his back, the other's palms pressed warmly against his sweaty skin. A new wave of pleasure crashed over Magnus as Alec pressed his hips close to him, his cock reaching even deeper and just stayed there, languidly rolling his hips as he slowly dragged his hands back all the way back from Magnus' shoulders, skimming the dark skin with his fingernails the slightest bit and effectively dragging the last pieces of sanity out of Magnus' mind.

"God, Alec … " Nothing else but a pathetic whine followed those rasped out words. Hot breaths hit the back of Magnus' neck, that could be interpreted as breathless laughter or something else, who knew - Magnus' mind definitely didn't get that far. Alec settled his hands again on Magnus' hips, massaging his skin. His hips started moving again, only ever moving out a bit, before going back in with just a bit more force.

Magnus' hands grabbed the duvet cover, balling it up, messing up white fabric, maybe eve tearing it at the edges. Not important. He rocked forth and back, always chasing Alec's retreating erection, choking out a moan when they met each other halfway.

It was unbelievable. It was hot and perfect despite the bed being too small and the situation born from an argument. Magnus had always thought arguments leading to sex was a myth created by books and TV shows. He'd never been more happy to be wrong.

Alec's hands slid down to the front of Magnus' thighs, fingers spread wide, searing Magnus' skin in the process, never stilling the movements of his hips, yet not reaching where he wanted, needed those fingers to be.

Magnus chanced a glance back, only managing to open one eye halfway. His own erection was burning between his legs and he desperately wanted to touch himself, but there was no way he would get a hand beneath himself, not with how unrelentlessly Alec pushed him into the mattress and turned his bones to liquid with every hit against his prostate. But his fingers were so close, Alec could just move one hand from Magnus' thigh and -

He whined just thinking about it.

"Please - fuck, god - please, Alec, just … god, damn it …", he begged and was rewarded with kitten licks across his shoulder blade, accompanied by soft laughter and followed by carefully nipping teeth and soothing kisses. Alec pressed close to his back, their skin sliding against each other with ease, creating heat that only added to Magnus' current delirium.

His world was spinning. Alec's voice had to fight its way to Magnus' ears through rushing blood and a thundering heartbeat.

"You feel, yes, you feel so - fuck - so good." Alec's teeth reached Magnus' neck and words were not important anymore. His hands moved from the front of Magnus' thighs to the inside, pressing stronger against burning skin until the fingertips of one finally brushed against Magnus' leaking cock, wrapping around it almost gently and making Magnus cry out as white stars exploded behind his closed eyelids and inside his veins.

"So close …", Alec breathed against his neck. His hips falling out of their rhythmic movement, moving faster, moving along the hectic puffs of hot breaths hitting Magnus' neck.

Magnus was beyond words by now. His body was overtaken by instinct, moving on it's own, his senses were numbed, the sensation of Alec's hand stroking him deliberately piercing through the warm haze. Those long, agile fingers moved to the head, twisting, thumb teasing him and his world broke apart. He came with a loud moan, Alec's dancing somewhere in between somewhere, tightening around Alec as the other's fingers pulled him through is orgasm.

Magnus' name became a mantra on Alec's lips while he chased his own orgasm and with what brain capacity Magnus had still left, he moved backwards against Alec trying to help him where he could. The aftershocks went on with flames of pleasure searing his bones, being heightened by Alec's hand still around him and being completed by Alec coming inside of him, moaning Magnus' name against his shoulder.

Breathing heavily they only slowly came back to their senses and when Alec eventually pulled out Magnus simply fell onto his side, moving onto his back with heavy limbs to be able to look at Alec by turning his head a bit.

His hair was a mess, his cheeks red from exertion, his chest flushed as well. Absent-mindedly Magnus licked his dry lips, wondering if Alec had always been that gorgeous or if it was an post-coital kind of thing. His eyes lazily followed Alec's bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed with some difficulty. Alec's eyes were still closed, his lips open releasing heavy breaths that Magnus wanted to taste, but didn't have the power to just yet.

"I'm still mad at you for saying my glasses are ugly, by the way", Alec muttered breathlessly without opening his eyes. Magnus lips stretched into a silent grin.

Maybe this was what falling in love felt like.