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Magnus hadn’t been this tired in months. It was three months ago in December that the Dark War had taken place, and he had spent each of the months since then doing nothing of merit other than watching reruns of Project Runway with Alec and seeing just how long a stamina rune could last. He hadn’t thrown a single party or accepted a single job offer in that time. Now it was March and Magnus was just returning home from his first foray back into his duties as the High Warlock of Brooklyn in a significant amount of time.
He’d spent the better part of the day summoning a Shax demon to track down the kidnapped child of a very wealthy businessman in New Jersey, since apparently the High Warlock of Hoboken was too inept to do it himself. To make things even more exhausting, Magnus had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before for…reasons. Reasons named Alec Lightwood. Magnus was finally home at 2:00 in the afternoon, very weary but also several thousands of dollars richer.
Magnus concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other as he made his way up to his loft. Briefly, he wondered if making a Portal to the living room, or perhaps collapsing right there and taking a nap, would be less trouble. Eventually he reached his landing and shoved his key into the lock in one try, an act that filled his tired mind with an embarrassing amount of pride.
All Magnus wanted to do was curl up on the couch with his favorite Shadowhunter and watch Logo. Maybe make out a little, if he didn’t fall asleep first. As he turned the lock in the door, he could hear the muffled sounds of the TV through the wall.
Inside, Magnus was greeted with a welcoming meow from Chairman Meow. The small brown and white cat twined happily through the warlock’s legs, purring contently.
“Hello, Chairman,” mumbled Magnus, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand and the soft fur between the Chairman’s ears with the other.
“Hey, Magnus,” came a familiar voice from the living room.
“Hello, Alexander,” he called back wearily.
Magnus took of his shoes, a pair of too-expensive black Michael Kors dress shoes covered in silver metal spikes by the door and padded his way in socked feet through the foyer. He rounded the corner into the living room to find his boyfriend spread out on their stark white sectional (He’d gotten rid of his fuzzy pink couch in an attempt to make Alec feel more at home.), hands folded on his chest, watching America’s Next Top Model on the TV.
“I didn’t know you actually liked this show,” commented Magnus, a smile in his voice. He settled down on the couch beside his boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips.
“Yeah,” admitted Alec bashfully. “It’s grown on me. And besides, it reminds me of you.”
Magnus felt his heart swell with a sudden urge of affection as his boyfriend blushed high on his cheekbones. “Oh my God, Alexander. You are too precious for this world, I swear.”
Alec laughed. “I got you Chinese food from that place on the corner you like, by the way. Sorry it’s kind of cold because I didn’t know when you would be back.”
Magnus moved his head from where he had previously rested it on Alec’s shoulder and turned his gaze to the coffee table in front of him. On its glass surface sat a pint of what appeared to be fried rice, along with a pair of chop sticks from the kitchen.
Magnus returned his stare to his boyfriend, beaming at him, before lunging forward for the food. He didn’t even care that it was cold; he didn’t have the energy to heat it with magic, and he was too hungry to mind. “You really are the greatest,” he managed around a bite of the food. Alec laughed again, throwing back his head to expose last night’s fresh bruises and the scars from runes past on his pale neck.
Magnus, suddenly reminded of last night at the sight of the hickeys on Alec’s neck, became rapidly aroused. He sat the cardboard box back down on the coffee table for the time being and leaned up to his boyfriend for another kiss. He let Alec lead, because as turned on as he was, he was also very tired, and because he liked letting Alec be in charge sometimes.
Alec’s mouth on Magnus's was slow and sweet and measured. He parted Magnus’s lips easily, softly nipping them before poking a shy tongue inside of Magnus’s mouth. They part briefly to breath and Magnus nuzzled his nose against his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Sorry if I taste like Chinese food.”
Alec squeezed Magnus’s bicep lightly, initiating another kiss. “S’ok,” he mumbled between kisses. “I like Chinese food. And I like you.”
Magnus laughed a low, deep laugh that Alec could feel vibrate in his own mouth. “You absolute dork.”
The kiss sped up, growing hotter as Alec gained confidence in his abilities. Magnus hoped that someday the confidence-building period would no longer be necessary and his boyfriend would just be able to confidently jump into action. Magnus would wait as long as it took to get to that place, though.
Magnus felt Alec’s hand move from his bicep and up the back of his neck, fisting a handful of the warlock’s dark hair at the root. Gently, at first, Alec tugged, moving his other hand to untuck Magnus’s shirt and explore the smooth panes of his stomach. Alec tugged harder on Magnus’s hair and Magnus let out a small, involuntary moan. Somehow, Magnus wasn’t feeling so tired anymore.
Just then, an unexpected, insistent meow sounded in both of their ears. Magnus drew back from his lover quickly, glaring at Chairman Meow, who had decided to perch himself atop the couch so he could butt in now so very rudely. As Magnus continued to stare, the small animal lifted his head to sniff the air.
“Dammit, Chairman. I have told you before, Chinese food is not for cats.”
Alec sighed. “It’s okay. I have to go to the bathroom real quick anyway.” He stood up and with a small smile in Magnus’s direction. “We can pick up where we left off when I get back.”
“If Chairman Meow doesn’t cock block us again, that is,” mumbled Magnus, shooting a petulant look in the fur ball’s direction. Chairman Meow rubbed his face against Magnus’s head in response, flattening some of the spikes in the back of the warlock’s hair. Magnus turned away from the animal angrily, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air. The Chairman didn’t seem to mind this and continued rubbing his face against Magnus’s head.
Just then, Magnus caught sight of the Alec’s silver lap top, perched atop the arm rest of the couch, and was reminded of something he needed to do.
“Hey, Alec, can I use your laptop?” he called in the direction of the bathroom, already reaching for it anyway.
Magnus heard the toilet flush. “Uh, yeah,” Alec called over the noise. “I guess so. Why?”
“I need to buy some more rowan branches on Ebay! When I was summoning that Shax today I used my last one,” replied Magnus, opening the laptop and pulling up the Internet. Normally, Magnus would just magic something up if he needed it for a ritual, but he tried to avoid that now since Alec took moral issue with it.
Alec opened the bathroom door so he could hear his boyfriend better, then returned to the sink to wash his hands. “They have rowan branches on Ebay?”
“Believe it or not, there are some very reputable Faerie sellers on Ebay, Alexander.”
Magnus has just begun to type in Ebay in the address bar when Chairman Meow decided that he needed more attention than just the back of his owner’s head and jumped right on Magnus’s lap, which happened to have the laptop in it.
“Dammit Chairman Meow,” said Magnus in an exasperated tone for the second time that day. “What is your problem?”
Chairman Meow walked across the keyboard and jumped off the other side, hopping onto the floor and trotting away. In his walking across the keyboard he had hit a few of the keys. Magnus set to clearing them from the address bar and was almost done when he got to the last letter: “P.” Magnus almost deleted it as he had with the others, but then a drop down menu of Alec’s internet history of websites beginning with the letter “P” came down and the one at the top caught his interest.
It was a link to Porn Hub.
Alec watches porn? Magnus caught himself smirking. He didn’t know Alec watched porn. He had certainly never mentioned watching porn, but the evidence was right there in front of him. It was not as if Magnus would have really expected him to mention it, though, anyway. Alec was not fond of discussing things of a sexual nature; it had taken months to get Alec to even participate in a little dirty talk. Magnus was pretty sure Alec would sooner take on a horde of Kuri demons alone than admit he jerked off occasionally.
Magnus wasn’t quite sure why that was, though. The thought of his Alexander Lightwood getting himself off was very, very sexy. He had nothing to be embarrassed about. The warlock felt a stirring in his nether regions just picturing it.
Magnus heard one of the cabinets in the kitchen close and realized that Alec had left the bathroom and was now in the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Alec couldn’t see the computer screen from where he was.
“I’m getting some juice,” said Alec, who noticed Magnus looking at him. “Do you want some?”
“Um, sure,” said Magnus, his mind less on juice and more on his recent discovery. A new thought had just occurred to him: Alec did not like telling Magnus what he liked in bed. He always seemed so embarrassed when Magnus asked, like he expected the other man to laugh at him or tell him what he liked was wrong. No amount of prodding had gotten Alec to open up about his fantasies, and Magnus was sure he had some; everyone did. Maybe, Magnus thought, he could look through the videos Alec had watched and get a better idea of what his boyfriend liked.
Magnus glanced at Alec again to make sure he wasn’t coming back in the living room yet. He was just getting the pitcher of juice out of the fridge, so he would still be a minute. Quickly, Magnus clicked on the Porn Hub link and was taken to the website. He looked in the top right corner and found just what he had hoped he would: Alec was still logged in to his account.
Magnus clicked on his boyfriend’s saved videos, honestly just expecting some run of the mill gay porn, maybe some role playing or a little rough sex, and was thoroughly shocked by what he found.
“Sexy Asian Bondage” “Gay Boy Tied Up and Tortured” “Bondage First Time” “Twink Bound, Blindfolded, Gagged, and Fucked” “Sexy Rope Bondage”
As Magnus’s eyes flew over the tiles and took in their respective thumbnails—all of them involving men tied up and bent into awkward positions, being tortured or fucked senseless—he tried his hardest to not react in a way that Alec could see from the kitchen. He had not expected this.
Alec is kinky? Magnus had never considered it, but he guessed it made sense. The boy had been trained to bend Downworlders to his submission since birth. Magnus couldn’t say he was opposed to the idea either: the thought of Alexander Lightwood tying him up and having complete control over his body was more than a little hot. Somehow, Magnus was even harder now.
Unexpectedly, Magnus felt a weight settle beside him on the couch. He hadn’t been keeping a close enough eye on Alec. With lightning speed, he closed the tab he was on and slammed the laptop shut a bit too loudly.
Alec raised his eyebrow questioningly as he passed his boyfriend his glass of juice. “Did you find your rowan branches?”
“Oh, yeah,” Magnus lied. “They’ll be here in a few days. Thanks for the juice.”
As Magnus sipped his drink, he thought about his new discovery. So Alec Lightwood was into bondage? How long had he been planning on keeping it from Magnus? Magnus wanted nothing more than to fulfill Alec’s every wish, and he certainly wasn’t one to shy away from sexual experimentation. Magnus needed to find a way to get Alec to tell him about his kink, and soon, so they could have some fun with it. But how?
As Magnus leaned forward to put his drink beside Alec’s, he felt fingers slide slowly down his spine. “So, um, where were we?” Alec’s voice sounded unsure, but he was trying. Magnus turned his head to smile at his boyfriend; briefly, he thought about how he wanted to make Alec believe he never had any reason to sound like that.
“I think you were about to fuck my brains out, maybe?” Magnus asked innocently.
Alec’s face flushed red in an instant. “By the Angel, Magnus,” he sputtered.
Magnus laughed. “Well, weren’t you?”
Alec glanced down at his lap. “Well, yeah, I guess. But you don’t have to say it like that.”
Magnus settled back down to his spot on the couch beside Alec, letting the other boy lean in and kiss him roughly. Before he knew it, he was on his back on the couch, Alec kneeling in front of him and roughly yanking off his maroon skinny jeans and black boxer briefs all in one go. As Magnus’s cock was released from its denim prison, his clothes were dumped into an unceremonious pile on the floor. Alec, still fully clothed, leaned over his boyfriend, nipping his lips lightly before kissing him deeply. After a few moments, Alec’s hand found Magnus’s cock between their bodies and began pumping it in a steady motion.
“Mm, yes, Alexander,” encouraged Magnus,throwing his head back as his eyes slipped closed. Alec’s mouth found his sweet spot there, sucking on it in a fashion that was sure to leave bruising. Not that Magnus cared.
Alec continued his ministrations, bringing Magnus to the edge of orgasm before he stopped, standing up. Magnus opened his eyes, letting out a groan in protest. “Wha-?”
“Take off your shirt,” commanded Alec. “And magic up some lube.”
Magnus certainly couldn’t argue there. He loved it when Alec got commanding. Which made sense in relation to the Shadowhunter’s apparent kink, he realized. As Magnus did what he was told, Alec worked on taking off his own clothes. Before long, Alec’s ugly, faded sweater and holey sweatpants were on the floor beside Magnus’s jeans and sparkly white button down.
Alec kneeled on the couch between Magnus’s open legs, grabbing the bottle of lube from his boyfriend’s hand. Magnus watched with anticipation as Alec coated two of his fingers with a liberal amount of the slippery substance. Alec leaned down to kiss Magnus again, slowly sliding one finger into Magnus’s entrance. Magnus squirmed, letting out a groan.
“Yeah, there we go, Magnus,” breathed Alec against the other man’s mouth. “You’re doing so good.”
Alec’s finger slid deeper. He curled it with skill, brushing against Magnus’s prostate. “Right there, Alec, right there, baby,” grunts Magnus.
Alec slid in a second finger, curling it alongside the other. Through half-lidded eyes, Magnus saw Alec move his hand to his own hard cock, stroking it expertly. Briefly, it occurred to Magnus that Alec didn’t think he was being watched: he thought Magnus’s eyes were still closed. As Alec slid his fingers against Magnus’s prostate again, Magnus did close his eyes again, giving into pure pleasure.
Just as he was on the brink, Alec pulled his fingers out. Magnus open his green eyes wide, letting out a whine. “Alec, please.”
Magnus didn’t have to beg for long. Alec scooted closer to his boyfriend, sliding his cock inside of the other man. There was no carefulness to the act, no slow build up. It was raw and rough and all in one motion. Magnus gasped in pleasure.
“C’mere,” said Alec roughly, reaching out his hands in search of Magnus’s. Magnus wasn’t sure what was happening, but he was positive that if it involved Alec and sex it was something good, so he did what was asked of him. He grabbed Alec’s hand and was hauled up quickly until he was in Alec’s lap, Alec’s cock still buried deeply in his ass.
Alec wrapped an arm around Magnus, right under his shoulder blades and used it to haul him up further before slamming him back down. Alec hit Magnus’s prostate spot-on and Magnus groaned with pleasure, craning his head forward to rest on Alec’s shoulder. Alec took the opportunity to suck on his neck, then, no doubt leaving another hickey in retaliation to the ones Magnus had left on him last night. All that Shadowhunter strength really did come in handy for things other than demon slaying.
Visions of what else Alec could probably do with his Shadowhunter strength, like tie Magnus up and edge him for eternity, filled Magnus’s mind.
Magnus began working on pushing himself along with Alec’s pulling so his boyfriend didn’t have to do all the work. Once their rhythm was set, Alec reached between them again, grabbing Magnus’s cock. Magnus was close now. So very, achingly close.
“I-I’m about to c-cum, Alex-ander,” he managed to grind out between grit teeth.
“Me too, Magnus,” admitted Alec hoarsely.
That was all it took before Magnus’s orgasm swept through his body like a hurricane. Alec was close behind, cumming inside of Magnus as he felt his boyfriend’s walls tighten around him. They both rode out the orgasm to its end, gasping together and sliding with sweat against one another.
When they were done, Alec dropped Magus back on the couch, pulling out of his boyfriend gently. He leaned backwards momentarily, grabbing a handful of tissues out of the box on the end table. Alec used them to clean them both up a little before collapsing into Magnus’s arms, both of them still slightly sticky and very sweaty but too spent to care.
As Magnus drifted off to sleep, his last thought was of how to get Alec to admit his kink.