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“Magnus, please just hear me out,” Alec said, already angry too. He'd been arguing with Magnus ever since they'd left Pandemonium. Alec didn’t feel like he'd done anything wrong, but his boyfriend had not let him explain anything at all and just screamed at him.
“No, Alec,” Magnus answered back completely angry. “I take my eyes off you for two fucking minutes and you’re already rubbing against someone else.”
“We were just dancing! Aren’t you the one who says that I should relax more and if I’m at an event, enjoy it?” Alec only accepted to dance with the Seelie boy because he’d been very kind to him and he was trying to follow Magnus’ advice instead of making his boyfriend leave early like always when he went with him to his parties. He haven’t seen Magnus in two weeks and he wanted to spend the most time with his warlock and make him happy.
“Dancing?!” Magnus let out a sarcastic chuckle. “That Seelie boy had his hands all over you, Alexander! I know you’re kind of innocent but everybody notice how he was looking at you.” Magnus clenched his jaw in anger and Alec was sure that the sight of his boyfriend being completely jealous should’t have sent the shiver of desire that went up his body. “He was fucking you with his eyes. I haven’t seen you in two weeks, I’ve kept myself from putting my hands on you and take out everything that I have restricted myself from in all this time, and you go and let yourself being touched by the first handsome man that appears in front of you.”
Alec looked at him with determination, they were both furious by then. They were having an stare fight but Magnus’ words were already affecting their bodies.
“Don’t say those things when we are arguing,” Alec finally snapped at him. “And no, he didn't have his hands all over me. When he made me feel uncomfortable and I was going to push him away, you showed up. And stop being so selfish, you're not the only one who has been holding back.”
"I say what I want," Magnus replied, just as angry. “And yes he had his hand on you, and you're lucky that I came, to stop that man from touching what’s mine”
Alec felt how all the lust that had been accumulating in those two weeks overflowed inside his body and mingled with the anger he was feeling, in two swift strides he was in front of Magnus slamming their lips together, hard.
The warlock grunted, but he kissed Alec just the same way, inside his body also mixed rage and desire. He grabbed the front of his boyfriend's shirt with his fists and walked until he could pushed him against the wall. Alec gave a surprised yelp but recovered quickly and frowning, he grabbed Magnus’ hair and pulled at it to push him away.
They both gasped and looked at each other with pure desire and rage in their eyes.
“Now who’s the one doing the things he shouldn’t while we argue,” Magnus said with a deep voice. Alec shivered but kept his hard expression and without an answer, he pushed Magnus’ body strongly against his. Magnus gasped. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, Alexander.”
Alec groaned but challenged him with his eyes, then the warlock kissed him with the same force as before and began to take him to the room. They tugged at each other’s hair, Alec ripped the warlock’s shirt, earning a growl of anger and lust from him; Magnus took almost all of the Hunter’s clothes with magic causing him to look at him with disapproval.
The warlock tossed Alec onto the bed and then lay on top of him and kissed him, bitting on his lower lip, causing Alec to moan hard. They fought in bed, one putting the other under his body again and again, grunting disapprovingly and kissing furiously until they were both completely naked and turned on.
Alec was about to turn Magnus over again to put his body under him, but the warlock kept himself strong and grabbed Alec's wrists to press his hands over his head.
"No," he growled. “I told you I was going to teach you a lesson and I'm not joking.”
Alec's breath caught in his throat with the low, demanding voice of the warlock. He wanted him with every fiber in his body and even though he was still angry, he was going to allow Magnus to do anything. Slowly he stopped struggling and nodded.
“Do it,” he challenged him finally. Magnus tensed his jaw but apart from that, his completely dominant expression with a trace of anger, didn’t change.
With a snap of his fingers, one of the warlock’s leather belts materialized in his hand. Without a word he bent over Alec and tied his wrists together with it. Alec swallowed thickly, Magnus had already tied his hands before, but usually he asked before doing anything and it was always with something softer, a lesson he remembered.
"Turn around," the warlock ordered, moving away. When Alec obeyed Magnus snapped his fingers again to remove all the pillows from the bed and magically glue the belt to the wooden plaque at the head of the bed. Alec let out a gasp as his arms felt the slight pull when he was tied against the bed.
The hunter began to grind himself against the sheets to relieve his excitement a little, Magnus hadn’t touched him jet but he was already painfully hard.
“On your knees,” was the next order from Magnus, who had to take a deep breath after Alec obeyed, to try to compose himself at the sight of his lover completely at his mercy, tied to the bed and with his ass ready and displayed for him.
Magnus knelt behind Alec and ran a hand down his back, from the back of his neck to his toned buttocks. Slowly, he touched his runes and with that Alec felt more calm. He knew that gesture very well: even if the warlock didn’t speak, whenever he was going to do something that Alec might or might not like, he caressed his body, it was a way of telling Alec he could ask him to stop whenever he wanted. Alec exhaled much more calm and allowed himself to move a little forward to rest his elbows on the bed.
“You’re not angry anymore?” he dared to ask. Magnus’ hand stopped on his right buttock and the warlock snorted indignantly.
"I'm furious," he said gripping his skin tightly and causing Alec to moan. “I’m furious and horny and that, my dear Alexander, is not convenient for you at all.”
Alec blushed at Magnus's explicit words, he, himself was no longer angry, just turned on and hoping that warlock would teach him a lesson already.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he challenged again. Magnus didn’t move for some moments and then he spoke with that completely demanding voice that made Alec shiver all over.
“I want you to count and answer each question, understood?” the warlock said caressing that same buttock again. Alec nodded.
“Yes, but count wha- AH!” Alec let out a surprised moan when he felt the dry sound followed by the tingling burn of Magnus’ palm crashing against his ass. The warlock had just spanked him; they’ve done that just once and it wasn’t as hard.
“Obey,” Magnus demanded between clenched teeth, causing Alec to close his eyes tightly, trying not to moan and regain his voice. This shouldn’t turned him on this much, Magnus was punishing him not rewarding him.
“One,” he finally breathed out with a half composed voice.
“Why did you dance with him?” Magnus asked caressing the area he'd just hit. Alec had to answer but he also had to be very careful with his words. He inhaled softly.
“Because he asked me in a very… Very gentle way and first I didn’t saw anything bad about it,” he paused but when he felt Magnus’s hand abandoning his body again, he continue. “And I didn’t wanted to take you out of the party early. You were having fun so I decided ho have a little fun myself too.”
Magnus's hand stopped in the air and his heart skipped a beat; damn Nephilim, how he says such things at such times, always managing to show that he cares about Magnus. He sighed and lowered his hand again with a little less force on the same buttock.
“Two!” Alec moaned moving a little. Magnus bit his lip to refrain himself from moaning as well. Who would've say that this handsome leader would like so much that Magnus dominated him completely?
“Did it turned you on when he was rubbing his body against you?” he asked caressing the reddening zone again. Alec leaned against his touch.
“No,” he answered immediately but with his voice broken by desire. “I hadn’t noticed and the only person who would turn me on if he rubbed his body against mine, is you, Magnus Bane.”
Magnus didn’t hold back this time, the way Alec said his full name made him let out a guttural moan. He lifted his other hand and this time hit the other buttock. Alec gasped deliciously.
“Three,” he said breathlessly. His cock was dripping already, he need Magnus to touch him, he need him inside of him.
“Who do you belong to?” the warlock finally asked with his voice full of desire.
“To you,” Ale gasped and the mere idea made a wave of pleasure to run through his whole body; his stomach clenched deliciously. He opened his legs wider and his body trembled. Magnus swallowed hard felling how desire ran through him too.
He moved closer to Alec and began to run his right hand, with his nails of a brilliant black, all over the Nephilim’s body. His other hand began to do the same thing a little later, causing Alec’s skin to bristle at the touch. When his right hand was on his neck, the left one tangled in his hair, and then suddenly pulled hard.
"Magnus!" Alec moaned. He loved when the warlock pulled at his hair; his scalp was very sensitive, and the slight pain always produced a delicious pleasure. Magnus shuddered at the moan of his boyfriend, but he held Alec in place and then brought three fingers to his lips.
“Suck,” the warlock ordered. “And if you bite me, it's going to get worse for you," he warned then. Alec felt a shiver of pleasure and then opened his lips, putting Magnus's fingers inside. He knew that if he behaved well, the warlock would give him what he needed so much. So, he sucked and licked all three fingers with determination. He filled them with saliva as he moaned softly around them. He tried not to bite him even though he was very tempted to do so.
Magnus gasped with every movement of Alec's tongue. He looked delicious; his eyes half-closed by the intense pleasure, his head back by Magnus's grip and the slight trace of saliva rolling down his jaw, made him look like the sin Magnus always wanted to commit. When his fingers were totally wet, he took them out of the Nephilim’s mouth earning a sound of disapproval. He let go of his hair and then lowered his hand to his entrance.
The warlock prepared him with surprising slowness, he wanted to be completely buried inside Alec, but he was going to make him endure. When he was already on the third finger, this were touching that delicious bundle of nerves inside Alec that made him see stars. The Hunter moved his hips trying to get Magnus to touch him more, groaning and panting deliciously, a layer of sweat covering his back making the black runes glow.
“Please… Magnus- Oh,” Alec said, he was not quite sure what he was asking for, but he needed Magnus to give him more. The warlock pulled out his fingers and placed himself behind Alec. The Hunter let out a gasp of relief that then turned into a sound of surprise, because Magnus thrusted inside him with one swift movement, penetrating him completely.
The Nephilim closed his eyes, a wave of both pleasure and pain running through his body, making his eyes water when he realized that Magnus had used magic to lubricate his prominent erection. The warlock growled with pleasure at how tight Alec was. The glamour left his eyes in that moment. All he felt was pleasure and desire to satisfy himself with Alec; his muscles were tense, he was gripping his boyfriend's hips with a force that would bruise. The sweat was also running down his body and his makeup was already slightly smeared. If Alec could see him, he would probably shudder deliciously at how hot his boyfriend looked at those moments.
Of course Alec was not left behind, all sweaty and flushed as he pulled the leather belt in an attempt to relieve the desire in his body. But Magnus decided that something was missing; he bent down and began to nibble and suck on Alec's back, leaving beautiful purple markings.
“This,” whispered the warlock as Alec tried to rotate his hips to create more pleasure. “Is for everyone who sees you, will know you’re mine.” He kissed another part of his back. “That when they see this marks, everyone will know that I place them on you while you moaned my name.”
“Magnus,” Alec moaned indeed. “Yes, I’m yo- yours… Please, move.”
After leaving one last mark near one of Alec's runes, Magnus straightened up and began to move. He had no mercy, he grabbed Alec's hips with both hands and rammed inside him hard and quick, shifting his angle from time to time to hit at that perfect bundle of nerves.
Alec moaned with every sound of skin crashing against more skin. Each time Magnus hit the right spot, Alec groaned harder; he begged for more, for harder, for faster and Magnus sometimes obeyed and then frustrated him by ignoring his demands.
It was not long before they both felt the familiar clenched in their lower abdomen; they moaned and gasped with every movement. They were close. But Magnus knew Alec's body very well, so when he saw that the Nephilim was about to cum, he lowered his hand, putting a finger on the tip of his cock and preventing him from reaching his orgasm.
Alec groaned in surprise, the sensation was overwhelming. It was as if he had reached his orgasm but at the same time hadn’t. His body trembled as he whimpered.
Magnus slowed his pace and when he saw that Alec had come down from his peak a little, he began to jerk his erection lazily. Alec sobbed in pleasure. It was too much; his body was on fire, he needed to cum, he felt like he was very close to the ecstasy but at the same time very far away. Magnus's soft movements were making him climb again. Suddenly his warlock changed the angle of penetration and regained his pace. Alec knew that he would feel him the next day every time he walked or sat, with how hard Magnus was thrusting inside of him. He loved it. Quickly Alec climbed again, especially now that the warlock was throbbing inside of him because of how close he was too and groaning his name deliciously over and over again.
But when Alec was about to cum again, Magnus tightened the hand that still held his cock, at the base of it to stop his climax once more. Alec grunted in protest, followed by a sob.
“Magnus… Magnus, I’m- I’m begging you. Let me cum. I need you,” Alec whimpered and gasped. Magnus shivered leaning in again and starting to nibble at his ear.
“I told you I will teach you,” he said against his ear with that deep voice full of lust. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Yes,” Alec answered with desperation. “I’ve learned it. Please, I’ve been good. Let me cum… Ple- Please, Magnus.”
The truth was that the warlock couldn’t resist any longer. He had to have too much strength not to cum too, so he resumed his movements, letting both of them climb to the peak again. When they were about to come this time Magnus didn’t stop him, just nipped Alec's ear again and spoke.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked in a raspy whisper.
“To- To you,” Alec whimpered. “I’m yours, Magnus. Only yours… Mark me, come- come on, let me feel you coming inside me.”
Magnus almost came with that, he moaned hard bitting Alec’s shoulder to hold back a little longer.
“Just- Ah- Just mine,” he growled in the Nephilim's ear. “Cum for me, Alexander," he ordered, and that was all. Alec's body arched as he screamed the warlock’s name.
He threw his head, now with his hair sticked to his forehead and neck, back with his eyes closed as he pulled the belt of his hands and painted Magnus's hand with the white hot liquid. Alec's hard contraction around Magnus's cock, instantly triggered his orgasm. All his muscles tensed as his stomach flipped. He moaned his Nephilim’s name too as his eyes rolled back and he came deeply inside Alec.
The climax lasted a few moments longer than usual and when they both recovered, their bodies gave up by the fatigue as they panted. Alec fell on the bed as Magnus fell over him. When the warlock pulled out, Alec flinched slightly in pain. Magnus immediately snapped his fingers removing the belt that tied Alec, and cleaning them both. Then he sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed down.
“What’s wrong?” Alec asked between tired pants. Magnus kept silent for a few moments as he tried to control his breathing too.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said looking at the Hunter. Alec knew that look, it was guilt, guilt for what had just happened. So, before the warlock continue, he spoke.
“No, don’t apologize for one of the most amazing experiences you gave me,” he said with a firm voice; his breath calmer.
“I din’t asked you about anything, Alec,” Magnus said with a pleading tone. “I could’ve hurt you. Look at you, I’ve caused you pain. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”
Alec stood up clumsily by how weak his legs were, and searched for his stele. When he had it in his hand, he activated an iratze before going back to the bed.
“There, that’ll help. It’s okay, Magnus. I know that if I had told you to stop, you would have.”
“How do you know? You saw me," the warlock whispered, making Alec cup his cheek with a hand.
"Perhaps you didn’t realize it, maybe because of the anger or desire. But, Magnus, before we started, when you had me tied up, you caressed my body; that way you do it when you want to make sure that if I want you to stop, you'll do it right away.
Magnus looked at him with surprise and then looked down at his hands.
“Did I?” he asked. Alec smiled at him before nodding. With that, Magnus sighed in relief, if his subconscious had made him do that gesture, it was because he was really going to stop if Alec asked him to; no matter how tuned on he was.
"I suppose you're not mad anymore?" Alec asked. Magnus smiled and shook his head, then made him lay down again before massaging his sore arms. Alec sighed contentedly at the softness of his touch. When he finished, Magnus lay beside him and let Alec place his head on his bare chest before the tiredness claimed them and they fell asleep.