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“Can I come in now?”
Magnus stood outside of his Brooklyn loft, tapping a bright purple Doc Martin-clad foot impatiently on the ground. His arms were filled with several bags of groceries from the market a few blocks over. He didn’t really need groceries—especially considering he could conjure literally anything he wanted, any time he wanted—but Alec had sent him out to get some anyway while he set up.
Magnus felt a warm feeling tighten in his stomach at the thought of said set up.
“Alexander, please,” he whined dramatically, wondering if the Shadowhunter could even hear him. “My arms are exhausted.”
Just then, the door in front of him creaked open. “Well, that was kind of weird,” he mused, taking a step inside anyway and depositing his groceries on the shelf by the door.
The loft was dark. All of the lights were either turned down low or they were completely off. Magnus’s long, sparkling drapes were drawn closed over the large windows, blocking his view of the other apartments. Several of the surfaces in the loft—the kitchen counter, the coffee table, the book shelf, the kitchen table—were covered in flickering candles.
Magnus took a few more steps into the room. He couldn’t see all that well in the dimly lit room, and it made him wonder what exactly Alec had up his sleeve. He supposed he could just use his magic to turn on the lights if he wanted, but that would ruin the fun. Magnus scanned his eyes around the room again. Where was Alec at?
He heard the door behind him click shut and he spun around, confused. Alec was behind him, standing between the warlock and his only exit, dressed in nothing but a pair of low-slung blue jeans held up on his hips by the help of a thick, leather belt. A devilish smile curved the Shadowhunter’s lips and pure lust glinted in his blue eyes. In the faint light, Magnus could make out several Marks decorating his boyfriend’s bare chest: Strength, Stamina, Night Vision, and—ah—Soundless.
“Alexa-“
“Shut up, slut,” commanded Alec sharply. The order seemed to jolt straight to Magnus’s groin. “From this point forward, there are going to be some rules. Nod if you understand.”
Magnus nodded, feeling a little dazed from the sudden rush he was feeling.
“Good,” praised Alec, offering the warlock a small smile of praise. “Now, let’s see if you can continue to follow directions. The first rule is, obviously, no talking, unless I ask you a question. If you disobey, I will tape your mouth shut. Nod again if you understand.”
Magnus nodded again, staring unbelievingly at the man in front of him. Was this really his Alexander? This cool, commanding man that gave orders so easily? Magnus had to admit, he was quite enjoying the change.
“The second rule,” continued Alec, “is that you will do what I say, when I say. No hesitations, no whining. If you hesitate or whine, you will be punished. I’ll let your mind run wild with what that might mean.”
He paused again, looking expectantly at Magnus. Magnus realized with a start that he was supposed to nod again, so he did.
“The third rule is that, if I do decide to allow you the privilege of speaking, you will refer to me as Master, and Master only. If you mess up, I’ll punish you for that too.”
Magnus nodded for the third time since he’d gotten home.
“The fourth rule is no magic,” proceeded Alec. “You are mine, Magnus, to do with as I please, and you are not to try and manipulate this situation in any way. Got it?”
For the fifth time, Magnus nodded.
“And the last rule,” finished Alec, his commanding tone softening, “is that you will stop me if you don’t like something I do to you. We’re going to use the traffic light system, OK? Tell me yellow if you need me to slow down for a second and red if you need me to stop. If you can’t talk, you can always shoot sparks. This is about your pleasure too, Magnus, even though it is my fantasy. I want you to enjoy this with me, OK? It’s OK to talk.”
Magnus felt like he was under some sort of spell. He’d never been so turned on in all of his life. And he had been alive for a long time. “Yes, Master,” he answered obediently, testing the weight of the words on his tongue. They felt so right it was unbelievable.
Alec looked absolutely thrilled with his boyfriend’s answer. “Good boy,” he commended. “Now, let’s see if we can put some more of those rules to use. Get on your knees.”
Magnus hadn’t moved that fast in years. His knees made a hollow banging noise at they hit the hardwood floor and, somewhere in his mind, Magnus was aware that that had hurt. He didn’t really mind though; he would do anything to please Alec.
Alec sauntered over slowly, running his thumb over the warlock’s left cheekbone as he made his way behind him. He leaned over, whispering in the other man’s ear. “Now, let’s get some of these clothes off, shall we?”
Magnus figured the question was rhetorical, and he was right. He heard his boyfriend remove something from his pocket and then he felt it: the cold, metal tip of a knife pressed into his back as Alec used it to cut off his sequined t-shirt. The knife bumped through each notch in Magnus’s spine on the way down before disconnecting with the warlock’s skin. As it did, his shirt fell into two pieces and he shrugged it the rest of the way off, leaving him bare-chested.
“There, much better,” commented Alec, straightening up. He sat the knife on a nearby table and Magnus heard him picking up something else. “Put your arms behind your back.”
Magnus followed the command immediately and two thick, padded straps of leather were wrapped around his biceps, forcing his elbows uncomfortably close together. He tried to move his arms apart, but it was impossible. He was trapped, yet he wouldn’t have it any other way. Alec made his way back around to stand in front of his boyfriend again. Magnus looked up at Alec through his dark lashes expectantly, awaiting his next direction.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
And open his mouth Magnus did. Apparently not wide enough, because Alec grabbed the warlock’s chin roughly, forcing it open further. With his other hand, the Shadowhunter unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, still gripping Magnus’s chin to the point of pain. Alec moved the hand on Magnus’s chin, bringing it around to the back of Magnus’s head, where he twined his fingers through the warlock’s dark hair. Without warning, Alec jerked his boyfriend’s head back, shoving his cock inside of the warlock’s mouth until he made a choking sound.
“You like that?” asked Alec, his words tumbling out rough with arousal.
Magnus, too focused on trying not to suffocate as Alec thrust his hips back and forth viciously into his face, didn’t answer. Magnus’s eyes were blurry with tears, but he blinked the away. Being used like this, with seemingly no thought towards his own pleasure, made him feel like an object, like he was something Alec owned. And Lilith did he want to be owned by Alec.
“I am talking to you,” prompted Alec sharply.
Magnus made a surprised noise and it vibrated around Alec’s cock, encouraging his movements. “Y-yes, Alec,” he managed to choke out, the worlds coming out muffled. They were not muffled enough, however.
Magnus felt Alec’s fingers jerk his head back further. This time, he didn’t thrust forward. Magnus’s eyes blinked up at his lover in confusion, just in time to watch a hand swing out and slap him on his cheek, hard.
What the-
“What did I tell you do address me as, slut?” Alec was tucking his cock away, zipping up his pants and re-buckling his belt.
Oh.
“Master, I’m sorry-“ Magnus tried to speak, but he was cut off by Alec’s next sharp command.
“Save it, slut,” he said, voice seething. Somewhere, Magnus knew that the other man wasn’t actually mad at him, but the Shadowhunter’s tone still had quite the affect. “And get up. I’m going to have to punish you like I promised.”
Magnus swallowed hard, wondering what that could entail. He struggled to get to his feet, thrown off balance by his hands being tied behind his back, and Alec sighed hauling him upwards. He didn’t give the warlock time to stand and contemplate what would be next. As soon as Magnus was upright he was propelled forward by a hand on the middle of his arm binder until he and Alec came to the couch. Alec threw him unceremoniously over the back of the piece of furniture, leaving his ass pointed in the air and vulnerable. He heard Alec move around behind him and he shifted his hips a little in anticipation. A stinging slap landed on his ass.
“Stop that,” demanded Alec.
Magnus let out a small whine of frustration but did what he was told. Behind him, he could hear Alec undoing his belt. Was Alec going to fuck him like this, bent over the couch? What kind of punishment would that even be? He could hear Alec pulling his belt entirely out of his belt loops then. Why did he need to take off his whole belt in order to fuck Magnus from behind?
With a small thud, a thick, folded over piece of leather landed on Magnus’s upturned ass. After a few seconds, Magnus realized it was Alec’s belt.
Oh.
“So, slut, since you can’t follow instructions, I’m having to have to spank you,” said Alec. The belt was picked up and dropped again, ever so gently. “Let’s say, twenty, alright? After each one, I want you to count and say ‘Thank you, Master.’ Maybe that will remind you of your place. If you don’t do that, we will stop and start all over again. Nod if you understand.”
Magnus nodded. Alec didn’t say anything else, but he picked up the belt again. The next time it came down was in stinging accuracy, right across the middle of Magnus’s ass.
Magnus hissed in surprise. This hurt more than he had expected. “One. Thank you, Master.”
The belt came down again. “Two. Thank you, Master.”
Again. “Three. Thank you, Master.”
Again and again and again, until Magnus was chanting his thank yous like they were prayers to an unaffected, unyielding God. Again and again and again, until it hurt too much to feel it and the pain started to turn into a low, pleasant tingle.
When Magnus got to twenty, Alec stopped, folding the belt over the side of the couch beside his boyfriend. Alec allowed Magnus to lay there for a moment and process what had just happened before he hoisted the warlock to his feet again.
“I have to say, love,” admitted Alec, pulling the other man in for a momentary embrace, “I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t mess up. I was enjoying spanking that ass of yours so much.”
“Thank you for my punishment, Master.” The words tumbled out of Magnus’s mouth without him even thinking. He hadn’t been told to say it by Alec, and he hadn’t really thought about saying it; it had just happened naturally, as easy as breathing.
Alec pulled away incredulously, the look in his eyes a mixture of pure pride and adoration. He reached up and grabbed Magnus gently yet firmly by the shoulders, forcing the warlock back onto the floor. “You’re welcome, slut,” he said easily, as if they had been doing this for years. “As a reward, I’m going to let you suck my cock.”
The Shadowhunter reached down and unzipped his pants for the second time that day. He was still hard and his arousal flopped out of the fly of his jeans immediately. Magnus scooted closer to his boyfriend eagerly, taking the other man’s cock into his mouther eagerly. Alec grabbed his boyfriend’s hair again, tugging unyieldingly on the silky strands, but he let Magnus ultimately set his own pace.
“Good boy,” he praised, letting the warlock suck away. It wouldn’t be long until he was ready to cum. “Good Magnus.”
“Thank you, Master,” came Magnus’s muffled reply from around his arousal, and that was enough to send the Shadowhunter right over the edge into oblivion.
When he was done riding out his orgasm, Alec unwound his fingers from Magnus’s hair. With a strong, guiding hand he removed Magnus’s mouth from his member, running a thumb tenderly over the warlock’s lower lip.
After a moment, Alec tucked his cock away and again and helped Magnus to his feet. “We are going to have so much fun, Magnus,” he promised darkly, pushing the other man in front of him until they reached their bedroom.
Alec and Magnus’s bedroom was just as dimly lit as the other rooms in the house. Candles adorned the surfaces of Magnus’s dresser and vanity. Further away from the door, kept in the dark and free of candles, was Alec’s dresser. Magnus thought he saw a few things piled on top of it, but there wasn’t enough light to make out what they were.
Alec led Magnus over to the bed, pushing him down incautiously onto the cool, silken sheets. As he went down, Magnus had just enough time to glimpse two pairs of red leather cuffs on the bed’s four bedposts. He didn’t have much time to ogle, them though; Alec was maneuvering him roughly, bending him exactly the way he wanted him, until he was laid in the bed’s dead center, arms still pinned behind his back and ass pointed high in the air, his body facing the headboard.
“Don’t move,” warned Alec. “I’m going to get some things.”
The Shadowhunter landed a stinging slap in the middle of Magnus’s already-tender ass—causing Magnus to let out a pained hiss between his teeth—before walking off across the room to his dresser. Magnus turned his head to the side more, craning his neck until he could see the other man at the dresser, running his fingers carefully over objects that Magnus couldn’t see.
Magnus studied his boyfriend closely. The warlock wondered if Alec knew how striking he was right now. Hungrily, he allowed his eyes to rake over Alec’s back—the smooth pale panes marked in silvery scars from past runes—and the swell of his ass underneath his jeans.
But no; it wasn’t just his physical looks that had Magnus so hot. It was his confidence too. Magnus rarely saw Alec like this, so sure in his actions and unworried, unconstrained by his preconceived ideas of what others expected of him. In this moment, all of Alec’s childish awkwardness was banished, and Magnus could see him slowly turning into the man he was always meant to be; not the black star to someone else’s supernova, but his own celestial masterpiece, burning fiercely in his own right.
“Take your pants off,” ordered Alec, looking causally over his shoulder at his lover. He turned back around to the dresser. “Oh, yeah, you can use magic for that,” he added as an afterthought.
Magnus snapped his fingers and, with a burst of blue sparks, he was completely naked. He felt so exposed like this, literally ass up and head down, waiting for Alec’s next move, but he would be a liar for sure if he said he didn’t enjoy it. That much was apparent by his throbbing erection.
Suddenly, Magnus felt a dip in the bed, right beside his feet. He hadn’t even noticed Alec walk over, but here he was. Without a word, the Shadowhunter reached out and grabbed one of Magnus’s ankles, shackling it to the bedpost with one of the red cuffs Magnus had seen earlier. His other ankle was soon to follow. When Alec was done, he stood up, giving a sigh of admiration at his own work. Magnus really did look gorgeous like this, ass ready and waiting for him. But he wasn’t ready for that, not just yet. He wanted to take this slow.
“So, Magnus,” he said easily, continuing to admire his own handy work, “if you want my cock, you’re going to have to work for it.”
Magnus nodded as vigorously as he could with his face forced to the side. He really wished he has paid attention when Alec had walked over here; he was sure the Shadowhunter had brought something with him, and he was dying to know what it was.
“So, what we’re going to do is this,” continued Alec, snapping open the cap on a bottle of lube. The sound was like a gunshot to Magnus’s straining ears. “I’ve got a vibrating butt plug back here. I’m going to stick it in that cute little ass of yours and turn it allll the way up. But, here’s the catch: you aren’t allowed to cum because I am going to put a cock ring on you. You can make noises and talk, but that’s all you can do. As for me, I’m just going to stand back and watch you. Prove to me that you deserve my cock, Magnus.”
Without warning, Alec slid a slick finger inside of the warlock. Magnus groaned, bucking his hips. “Fuck, Alec,” he whined, desperate for something, anything, to make some sort of contact with his aching cock.
A sharp slap landed on his ass and he hissed, arching upward. Surprisingly, Alec didn’t remove his finger; in fact, he added a second one. “What was that, slut? You know what you’re supposed to call me,” warned the Shadowhunter.
“S-sorry, Master,” he mumbled, his hips twitching involuntarily. Alec made a noise of disinterested acknowledgment and forced his fingers further inside of his boyfriend. The Shadowhunter curled his fingers just a little, angling his fingers upward until—
Magnus’s eyelids fluttered as Alec’s fingers brushed firmly against the bundle of nerves inside of him. He keened pitifully, trying to push backward on Alec’s fingers but not really having enough leverage to accomplish much. He tried again and closed his eyes, starbursts imploding behind his lids.
Alec chuckled. “Does my little slut like fucking himself on my fingers?” he crooned evilly, bringing his free hand around to stroke the soft, quivering insides of Magnus’s thighs.
“Y-y-yes, Master,” Magnus moaned, writhing in pleasure.
“Say it, then,” commanded Alec huskily. “Say, ‘I’m a little slut and I like fucking myself on Master’s fingers.’”
Magnus felt his face heat up at the pure scandal of what he was going to say, despite how delicious the words were. He didn’t mind, though; humiliation was part of the rush, after all. “I’m a little slut and I like fucking myself on Master’s fingers.”
Magnus was so close now. He could feel the warmth in his legs and the building pressure in his stomach indicative of the fact that an earth-shattering orgasm was in the making.
“Good boy,” praised Alec lovingly, still working his magic at a steady pace. “But you know what’s even better than my fingers?” He paused before answering his own question. “My cock.”
Magnus nodded enthusiastically at the idea. He was fast approaching the precipice of climax now, and words alluded him.
“Not yet, though, baby,” Alec reminded him. “You still have to prove you deserve it. Oh, are you about to cum?”
Magnus was right on the edge and Alec could tell it; the warlock didn’t need to say anything. Before he even had the chance, a cold, circular piece of metal snapped tightly around his cock. Magnus’s eyes flew open in shock. He had completely forgotten about what Alec had promised him earlier. A whine of frustration escaped past his lips and he buried his warm face in the cool sheets beneath him.
“Awh, is my little warlock frustrated?” teased Alec. He gave a small laugh. “Well, good. I want you to be.”
Next, Alec did something that made Magnus’s predicament even more frustrating: he removed his fingers. Magnus whined at the loss, left feeling empty and full at the same time. He had never been so desperate for relief in his life.
He didn’t have to wait long to feel full again, however. Magnus heard Alec squeeze a liberal amount of lube on something and then the something was being pushed inside of him until the base of it rested firmly between his ass cheeks.
The butt plug, he remembered. Didn’t Alec say it--?
Magnus’s thoughts were cut off as Alec picked up the remote connected to the butt plug and pressed the button on it three times, immediately turning it up to the highest setting. Magnus squeezed his cheeks together around the plug, relishing in the feeling of the toy as it buzzed against his sensitive walls.
“Feel good?” asked Alec, eyes devouring the sight in front of him. Magnus nodded. The Shadowhunter unzipped his pants again, taking out his own engorged member for some much-needed attention.
“You know, I could just watch you like this all day,” sighed Alec, getting to work. “I mean, you’re literally a dream come true.”
Magnus was pleased by the sentiment but desperately hoped Alec wouldn’t be so cruel as to “watch him like that all day.” He’d go insane, he was sure of it.
Alec wasn’t that cruel, though. Within minutes he was moaning his own lustful moans, spilling his load onto the hardwood floor. When he was done he decided to rid himself of his pants altogether; he was quite frankly tired of all of this zipping and unzipping business.
Slowly, the Shadowhunter turned down the speed of the plug inside of Magnus until it was off completely. Then, ever so gently, he removed the toy from inside of the other man, placing it on his bedside table. Magnus was hoping Alec would do the same with the ring keeping him from his release, but it was not to be.
“I’m going to unbind your arms now,” spoke Alec, moving to the bondage at Magnus’s biceps. “If they hurt too much we can rub them for a minute, then I’m going to uncuff your feet so you can lay on your back. OK?”
Magnus nodded, sitting up as best as he could. The warlock was grateful that he would soon be in a more comfortable position. As much as he loved being put on display like this for Alec, it was getting exhausting.
Deftly, Alec’s fingers unbuckled and unstrapped the leather cuffs holding Magnus’s elbows together. When he was released, Magnus quickly brought his arms around to his front, sucking in air through his teeth at the sudden aching pain in them.
“You OK, Magnus?” checked Alec, genuine concern in his voice.
Magnus smiled, nodding. “Yes, Master, I’m OK.” While it was true that his arms hurt, they hurt in more of a relieved sort of way, the way your back did when you cracked it in the morning after a night of sleeping in a weird position.
“Good. I’ll uncuff your legs next, then you can lay down and relax a little,” said Alec, moving to the cuffs at his boyfriend’s ankles. “You’re doing so good,” he added affectionately.
Magnus felt his heart flutter. Who knew Alec’s praise during this endeavor would mean this much to him?
When Magnus’s legs were undone, he turned gingerly, sitting down on the back. His ass still sort of sore from Alec’s belt, but it also felt kind of good. It was like when you ate something spicy: it hurt but in an addictive sort of way that left you warm and made you want to keep going. Alec pulled a pillow over and helped Magnus lower his head onto it. The other man adjusted the warlock so that his head was propped high enough to see what was going on.
“Comfortable?” checked Alec.
“Mm-hmm,” confirmed Magnus, resting his aching muscles and wondering what was next.
“I’m going to re-shackle your feet now, love,” said Alec, moving back to the end of the bed. Magnus was back in his restraints in no time. “And, I’m going to tie up your wrists too, OK?” Magnus nodded again as Alec moved to the upper part of the bed. All of the warlock’s limbs were immobile in no time.
The Shadowhunter began walking back towards his dresser. “You know how I said that you had to prove you deserved my cock?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at his bound lover.
Magnus nodded enthusiastically and Alec laughed. “Well, I was thinking about it,” he continued, reaching his dresser and grabbing something off of the top of it that Magnus couldn’t make out, “and I still don’t think you’ve quite earned it yet.”
A grunt of ill contempt slipped from Magnus’s lips. Alec laughed again, turning around. It was then that Magnus saw what Alec held: a large, glass dildo. The dildo was the one thing Alec had used today that he hadn’t bought himself; it was actually Magnus’s idea, but the couple has only used it once because it embarrassed Alec.
“I feel kind of sorry for you though,” admitted Alec, settling on the end of the bed between his boyfriend’s open legs. “You’ve been pretty good, so I’m going to allow you to be fucked by something. Just not me. I’m still not going to let you cum, though.”
Magnus groaned, eyeing the ridiculous erection he was sporting. Alec’s eyes landed in the same place and he bit back an evil grin. He was driving Magnus wild and loving every minute of it.
“Good things come to those who wait,” taunted the Shadowhunter.
With that, Alec began teasing the tip of the dildo against Magnus’s hole. The warlock strained against his bondage, but it was no use. Alec would decide when and what was going to happen.
“Tell me how much you want this,” Alec demanded, all of the teasing in his voice replaced by lust.
“I want it so bad, Master,” begged Magnus desperately. “I want it so bad I could die.”
Alec laughed at that. “Want what, baby?” he teased, pressing the tip into Magnus just a centimeter. “What do you want, Magnus?”
“Ugh, your dildo, Master. I want your dildo so bad!” whined Magnus, his frustration clear.
“Sure thing, gorgeous,” answered the Shadowhunter, sliding the toy in. He did it slowly, torturously until he was right at that magical spot-
“Oh.” Magnus let out a gasp, biting his lip.
“Yeah, does my little slut like that?” purred Alec, eyes hungry.
“Y-yes, M-master,” gasped Magnus. He felt so good. He had never wanted to cum more in his life.
“You want me to take off your cock ring?” asked Alec tauntingly. Magnus nodded and, to his surprise, the Shadowhunter agreed. “OK, but on one condition: I’m taking out the dildo too. I want you to cum from me and me alone.”
Magnus nodded again, panting. Slowly, Alec removed the second toy of the day and laid it to the side. His cool hands were soon on Magnus’s neglected cock. Magnus let out a whine at the contact. Gently, with as little skin to skin contact as possible, Alec removed the ring, tossing it away too.
“You’ve got to tell me when you’re about to cum, baby,” said Alec, fisting his boyfriend’s erection. “I need to know, OK?”
Magnus didn’t have time to ask questions. He just nodded, letting the waves of pleasure roll through him as Alec stroked him firmly. He was getting close but not quite.
Suddenly, a quick succession of events took place. First, Alec leaned forward, running his tongue over Magnus’s cock. That was enough to give him the last push in the right direction—
“Master, I’m going to-“
Alec removed all stimulation just as Magnus went over the edge: causing the other man’s orgasm to end before it even started. Magnus shot off in the air, but no relief came with it. He was stunned.
Alec sat from his lover, a cruel laugh bubbling from inside of him. “That’s what you get for forgetting to call me Master earlier, slut,” he giggled, looking positively giddy.
Magnus, on the other hand, was devastated. He felt like his world was ending he was so frustrated. All he wanted was some relief and it was right there then, BAM, it was gone. How could this happen? The warlock found himself blinking back some actual tears.
“Awh, Magnus don’t cry,” soothed Alec. “I’m going to give you what you want now, I promise. You’ve done a very good job. Here, you want me to undo your legs?”
Magnus nodded, still quite upset but also incredibly turned on. Alec reached backward and un-cuffed his boyfriend’s legs, massaging his ankles briefly. Alec lunged forward suddenly, pressing heavily on top of his boyfriend’s body. Magnus moaned at the sensation, rubbing his cock against the other man’s stomach. Alec smiled, moving a hand down to line up his cock with Magnus’s entrance.
All at once, the Shadowhunter plunged his cock inside of his lover. They both moaned together, shivers running down their spines. Alec reached between them, fisting Magnus’s cock tightly and pumping along with their rhythm.
“Come on, baby,” urged Alec gently. “You’re doing so good for me. God you look so beautiful like this, you know that? Cum for me baby, cum for me.”
Magnus didn’t need much more encouragement than that. Soon they were both rolling in waves of pleasure like never before. Magnus didn’t think he’d ever felt this good, and Alec knew he certainly never had.
A moment passed before Alec reached up and undid his boyfriend’s arm constraints. Slowly, he pulled his deflated member out of Magnus and then collapsed beside him on the bed, wrapping the other man in a sticky hug.
Magnus’s head was spinning as he came down from his adrenalin high. He tried to talk, but he couldn’t find the words. Alec noticed him struggling and stopped him, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “No baby, ssh. It’s OK. No words until you’re ready.”
They both laid like that for what felt like hours to Magnus’s rushing mind. Today’s events kept flashing through his mind as he slowly processed them. Finally, he was level headed enough to notice how sticky and disgusting he and Alec were and he snapped his fingers, cleaning them both up.
“Thank you,” mumbled the warlock, snuggling into his boyfriend’s embrace.
Alec smiled down at the man curled into his side. “No, Magnus, thank you,” he said. “For trusting me like that and letting me do those things. It means a lot. You liked it, right?”
Magnus nodded, already feeling himself drifting off to sleep. “Loved it.”
Alec smiled wider and settled down beside the other man for a much-needed sleep.