Magnus loved these moments when he was taller than Alec, kneeling and looking down at his gorgeous husband from a different perspective. It never felt wrong, just another angle from which to admire the color of his eyes and the shape of his lips. Combing the fingers of one hand back through Alec's thick hair, Magnus tugged to tilt his head back and expose more neck for him to kiss and bite. His body was bursting with energy and anticipation, and he couldn't help rolling his hips against Alec's as he sucked a dark bruise into the skin just above his deflect rune.
"You're more sure-footed than that, Alexander," he teased softly, grinning against his neck so Alec could feel the faint press of his fangs over his pulse point. "But I'll be there to catch you. And drag you to bed," he added with a low laugh that Alec was more likely to feel than hear. "You're hands, your lips, your body. All of you was built to make me lose control."
Whimpering at the tug on his hair, he eagerly tipped his head the way Magnus directed so that his husband could focus on his neck. No matter how often Magnus found that particular spot, it always made him shiver and moan when Magnus marked him near the deflect rune. The moan turned embarrassingly loud when his husband shifted on top of him, causing Alec to buck his hips, grinding against Magnus while he tried to catch his breath.
"Bite harder." He flushed faintly when he realized what he'd said, but wanting Magnus to do what he'd asked. "I'm not when we're together. I forget about everything except you." Grinning at the memory of how he'd stumbled down the stairs while Magnus had watched, he began pushing Magnus' shirt up, while tracing patterns along his husband's ribs. Hearts and runes before dipping lower until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Magnus' pants. Pausing, he pretended to look thoughtful. "I'm not sure if I should be pleased or offended that you're objectifying me."
Alec's willingness to give in to Magnus' directions made him smirk against his neck. After the expo where Alec had taken control of the situation, it felt nice to return the favor with the promise to overwhelm his husband with pleasure. Without a word he bit down with more force, just enough to lightly break the skin with his sharp canines and ensure that there would be a mark there—at least until Alec's quick healing kicked in.
Gasping, trying to place the memory but failing for the moment, Magnus pushed it aside for another time. Wandering hands were very distracting, though he hoped that Alec would feel equally side-tracked when he realized that Magnus wasn't wearing anything beneath his purple jeans. "Perhaps it would make you feel better to objectify me?" he asked, grinning as he pulled away. Pushing up onto his knees, he quickly turned around in Alec's lap, still straddling his hips but now leaning forward against the booth's table with his ass in the air just in front of Alec.
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"You're more sure-footed than that, Alexander," he teased softly, grinning against his neck so Alec could feel the faint press of his fangs over his pulse point. "But I'll be there to catch you. And drag you to bed," he added with a low laugh that Alec was more likely to feel than hear. "You're hands, your lips, your body. All of you was built to make me lose control."
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"Bite harder." He flushed faintly when he realized what he'd said, but wanting Magnus to do what he'd asked. "I'm not when we're together. I forget about everything except you." Grinning at the memory of how he'd stumbled down the stairs while Magnus had watched, he began pushing Magnus' shirt up, while tracing patterns along his husband's ribs. Hearts and runes before dipping lower until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Magnus' pants. Pausing, he pretended to look thoughtful. "I'm not sure if I should be pleased or offended that you're objectifying me."
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Gasping, trying to place the memory but failing for the moment, Magnus pushed it aside for another time. Wandering hands were very distracting, though he hoped that Alec would feel equally side-tracked when he realized that Magnus wasn't wearing anything beneath his purple jeans. "Perhaps it would make you feel better to objectify me?" he asked, grinning as he pulled away. Pushing up onto his knees, he quickly turned around in Alec's lap, still straddling his hips but now leaning forward against the booth's table with his ass in the air just in front of Alec.