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#p.s Alec loves how sweet Magnus is-- he just uh.... has a mood when it comes to their sex life -coughs-
magnusbae · 3 years
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If you fancy it- kiss prompt 3, Malec 💛
50 Types of Kisses - Send in a number and a pairing!
A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
626w | mildly heated 🤭 | Enjoy 💖
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It’s a late night after a joint mission, the only noise is the sound of the door slamming shut, Alec’s heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes as their hands run hastily over each other, trying to feel every inch of skin available. As per usual, Magnus’ outfit has way too many buttons and for a moment Alec is caught wondering just how much it’ll ruin the mood if he simply rips it open to get to Magnus’ chest. Probably some. Not a lot.
Alec meets Magnus’ eyes when the warlock snaps his finger to turn the soft yellow lighting of the living room on. There’s the silent ‘kiss me’ on his lips, as there always is when he’s looking at him like this. A pang of heat rushes through Alec’s body and there’s nothing he wants more than to just kiss him, ravish him, feel him. No. Alec draws a sharp inhale and physically distances himself from Magnus, hands dropping to his hips and holding him there while catching his breath. Not today. He decided that weeks ago, just never brought it up.
“Alexander?” there’s a touch of confusion in Magnus’ voice, concern creeping around the edges “What’s wrong?” a warm hand touches his cheek, caressing it, ever so caring and thoughtful. Ever so Magnus.
Enough of this. Alec’s jaw sets firmly as he meets Magnus’ gaze with a sure, confident one. Enough of Magnus always putting him first, always waiting for him to initiate this part of them, always wanting his comfort to come first. Enough of Magnus never being selfish and taking what he wants without asking.
“Kiss me” Alec demands, breathy and hoarse, unwavering.
Magnus’ eyes widen, lips parting to speak “Magnus--” Alec cuts any argument at it’s wake, he doesn’t want his sweet wise words, he doesn’t want Magnus to think about it so hard when in reality it’s so simple. He’s his to take. Alec wants the heated kisses, his selfish desires. He wants him to want it so badly that he doesn’t care to stop and think about it. “--kiss me like you want it” it comes out more commanding than Alec realized he could sound like in this sort of situation.
As it happens, it’s all the pep talk Magnus needs.
The last thing Alec sees is the wonderful moment of Magnus’ steely control snapping, his jaw slacking, muscles relaxing and eyes flashing gold.
The next thing he knows is a bruising mouth over his, kissing him so passionately and hungrily that Alec loses himself there for a moment “Mngh-!!” he gasps, shocked by how suddenly and utterly aroused he is when Magnus slams him against the door with all his weight, body flush against his. “Mag--” Alec’s heart jumps, knees going weak, a helpless groan forced out of him when Magnus grinds against his groin, shameless and demanding.
“Magn--ah-! fuc--” Alec tries, he really does try to say Magnus’ name out, in appreciation, in awe, in fear of how damn good he makes him feel. “Magnus..” he finally manages, it’s a whine and he shudders as he feels Magnus’ hand under his shirt, nails running over the skin all the way to his chest.
Magnus grabs one of his pecks and squeezes it firmly, like he owns it. There’s a tiny pang of pain as the warlock bites his lower lip and tugs at it as he moves back, releasing it with a delicious wet sound. The look in Magnus’ golden eyes is almost savage, it’s dangerous and dark, it’s hot and wanting.
“There’s no ifs when it comes to me wanting you, darling.”
Magnus’ voice is velvety, dark and rich-- and by the angel, Alec believes him.
“Please.” he begs, body nearly collapsing when Magnus leans back in.
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