Magnus raised himself up, bringing Alec’s ragdoll body with him to rest boneless against his chest, and let out a gentle laugh at Alec’s wide blue eyes and spluttering mouth. The older male bent around beside the bed, fishing for something, and Alec felt damn close to passing out just then. Indignant, he gaped at Magnus as he reached around inside a drawer for whatever he sought. His hands grabbed the warlock’s face, turning the older man’s gaze on him.
“Why—what–”
“I’m sorry. Relax, love… I need to prepare you for what happens next.”
Though the explanation sounded soothing, assuring and full of adoration, Alec could not mistake the almost feral darkening of the warlock’s gorgeous eyes, and he definitely saw the conspiring smirk stretch its way across Magnus’s jaw as the man licked his lips before once more lowering Alec below him. The older male’s forever-long limbs bordered his flushed, naked body from every side. Something small and capped was clutched tight in one of Magnus’s hands, the bottle a translucent, pearly pink. The wizard’s knuckles were white.
“I am going to show you … just how much you set my entire existence ablaze, Alexander.”
Gulping hard, perfectly out of oxygen for an entirely different reason than the long, hot minutes they shared before, Alec’s heart thudded like running feet on concrete. His tongue suddenly felt impossibly thick, his mouth devoid of any sort of moisture, drying up as Magnus’s rumbling, thunder-clap words roiled over him, sending new shocks up from his toes to his scalp. He fumbled for a response before giving up, surrendering to a long, bruising kiss from the man moving slowly over him, tantalizing and sweet.
They sucked at each other, reaching a depth unheard of with just their mouths. Alec wondered how much more he could get beneath the other’s skin before they would combust.
“How would you like us to do this?”
Magnus’s sweet breath wisped, smoky and intense, around Alec’s ear, long fingernails stroking distracting shapes and lines into Alec’s upper thighs as he waited patiently for Alec to reply.
The Shadowhunter continued to be adrift in a smouldering fog, still barely on the border of articulation, before it hit him abruptly that this was it—this was the moment, the ultimate wish and desire that he had been allowed to live out only in his wildest, hottest dreams. Even when he was still awake, forever daydreaming of the one person who completed his heart in ways that could never have felt so good had it been any other person on the planet, in the entire universe … when he thought he could only wish and wish for this time to come … it had all remained a dream. Until now. Now, it was here, and he was ready. There was no more running away, despite his severe lack of wisdom, the embarrassment at not being able to grasp the entire situation.
He did not know the procedure or the way of making love with a man – or with anyone, for that matter – and Alec knew he was running on pure, only-halfway-defined instinct and that was frightening, unsettling … it felt like being blind in a black room, unable to see anything past your hands. Even so, bypassing this fear, he also believed wholeheartedly that Magnus would be right there beside him, not impatient and heady, but there helping him to do this right, and with grace.
He realized it did not matter how perfect or near proper this was – as long as he could successfully reach into Magnus and explore places where no other living being had ever been before; open wide the man’s soul, spill himself into the warlock’s most intricate parts … as long as he could be with his lover, here and now, what did it matter except for this?
Alec felt he was no longer worried about how dumb and unprepared he felt, might sound. His body and his mind told him what it wanted, what hadto be done ... what needed to be good enough for the two of them, tonight.
“I want to … be able to see your face,” he whispered back, giving Magnus a watery smile, reaching behind the warlock to brush his shaking hand over the single, sole Mark that stood up like goose bumps on Magnus’s skin - the only symbol that was branded upon the warlock, a symbol that he himself had placed across the back of the man’s golden neck, binding the two as one.
“I want to see your eyes on me, when we…”
Alec trailed off, wrapping his hand around the long fingers petting his thigh, bringing them up to place a soft, chaste kiss upon the back of Magnus’s hand, letting the appendage go when Magnus nodded, understanding, both pairs of eyes misty and warm.
Magnus began to move atop his body, positioning himself so that he had access to every part of Alec. Magnus’s arms formed a protective perimeter around Alec, dark brown hair splayed across the Argyll-pattern pillow, creating a halo.
Chills spiralled themselves rampant all over the younger boy’s anatomy as he watched the warlock pop open the top of