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“Shall I ask if Izzy and Simon can watch the kids tomorrow night?” Alec asks, glancing up from his phone to look at Magnus.
Magnus’ cat eyes flick up from the spell book he’s reading, studying his husband with a fond expression before taking a polite sip of the cocktail he’d told Alec he ‘may or may not have borrowed from the new club downtown’.
Alec has been Consul for a few months now, and saying that he’s been busy is an understatement. Most nights, he’s snoring softly before his head hits the pillow. With his job, the kids, and the other ever growing list of Shadowhunters that have him as their emergency contact, Alec and Magnus haven’t had anything resembling a date in ages. Alec longs for a break - to actually spend time with Magnus and talk about something other than the Cohort and Idris and whatever the hell is going on with Julian and Emma at Blackthorn Hall. Alec misses the intimacy - misses Magnus’ lips, his strong arms, and his wonderful, magical hands.
“Marvelous!” Magnus smiles brightly.
Alec raises a brow, “Don’t get excited yet. They haven’t said yes yet.” He looks down at the unsent message. “I haven’t even asked yet.”
Magnus disregards Alec’s comment with a lazy flap of his hand. “That boy’ll do as he’s told.” Magnus’ tone changes, from flippant to reverent. “You’re Consul, remember.”
“I wouldn’t call Simon obedient,” Alec mumbles as he presses send, a wave of irritation rushing through him as he considers quite how many times over the years Simon has ignored clear orders and got himself into trouble.
He’s staring at himself in his phone's reflection when the sensation of being watched brings him back to reality. Putting his phone face down on the sofa next to him, he turns his attention back to his husband.
Magnus is studying him with a dark look - Alec can't help it when his eyes dart away, uncharacteristically shy. Alec used to stutter, stumble, and embarrass himself in Magnus’ presence frequently, but not so much these days. He has grown into a confident, dominant, leader. He pulls himself together and drags his attention back to Magnus, raising a brow.
“Out with it,” Alec demands.
Magnus’ gaze is steady. “You’re Consul.”
“Yes,” Alec confirms, wondering if Magnus is more tired than he’s letting on. He often has to remind himself that yes, he’s actually Consul, but Magnus had welcomed the promotion swimmingly, likely relieved that the position has gone to someone with.... well, morals. He’d almost laughed in Alec’s face when Alec opened up about feeling unqualified, noting that even if Alec was lobotomised he would still be more qualified than (most) some of his predecessors. “Unfortunately, the official robe was left in Idris. I’ll have to get a new one made.” He hesitates, realising that it’s really not a priority right now… or ever. “Or not. Red’s not really my colour.”
“Alexander,” Magnus says sternly. “You will order the robe.”
Alec huffs a laugh, naively dismissing Magnus’ tone. “You have hundreds of robes. You have hundreds of red robes. All of which are probably more expensive and dazzling than the…” Alec trails off as Magnus gently puts his cocktail on the side table, pushes himself off the sofa, and glides towards Alec. He feels his pulse jump, anticipation and lust and love swirling in his stomach and chest.
“I want you,” Magnus nudges Alec’s knees apart using his own and slides into the space he’d created, “to order the robe.”
Alec’s mouth goes dry at the sudden closeness, at the slight stretch of his legs as Magnus presses himself closer into him, and at the realisation of what Magnus is implying. He swallows, looking up at Magnus, widening his eyes in the way he knows makes Magnus weak. “I hardly think it’s worth the trouble of ordering one if your main goal is for me to take it off.” He retorts, running his hands up and down Magnus’ thighs in a soothing caress.
He leans forward into Magnus, nudging his nose and cheek against his waistband and inhaling deeply. He feels Magnus’ stomach tense as he replies, the deep sound vibrating through Alec’s body.
“Oh, Alexander.” Magnus' hand brushes through Alec’s hair, and he shivers, his long nails massaging his scalp. “I never said anything about taking the robe off.”
His taunting tone along with the new implications of the robe’s purpose causes Alec’s toes to curl, nuzzling his face deeper against the smooth skin of Magnus’ abdomen. At the next pass of Magnus’ hands, he grips onto Alec’s hair and tugs gently, tipping his head back. Alec goes easily, blinking up at Magnus, breathing shakily through a strong wave of affection as he rests his chin against him. Magnus brushes his thumbs over Alec’s eyebrows, and then along his cheekbones, the gentle touch so loving that Alec hums, his eyes fluttering shut.
He loses himself in the touch, a calm silence filling the room as they hold each other, interrupted only by the soft patter of Chairman Meow’s paws and the distant hum of New York traffic.
After a while, Alec slowly opens his eyes, finding Magnus still staring down at him, his face soft and vulnerable and uncharacteristically mortal. Alec turns to press a soft kiss into the palm of Magnus’ hand, needing to release some of the love bubbling in him. When he feels a sting at the back of his throat, he swallows hard, releasing a long and calming breath. He’s under a lot of pressure at the moment - they both are. It’s crazy to think how different their lives are now compared to when they first met - when Magnus had saved Alec that first time. How Magnus had helped them time and time again, a beautiful flash of blue and sparkles in a world of darkness and demons. Now, Alec is making up for it, fighting for the rights of both Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. Magnus notices the change in Alec instantly, of course. His brow furrows and he crouches down between Alec’s legs, keeping his head in his hands.
“Sweetheart–” Magnus looks at Alec with such concern that Alec almost laughs, finding it profound that he is the recipient of such love.
“I’m okay,” Alec whispers, leaning more into Magnus, finding comfort in his warmth.
Magnus takes it one step further, manoeuvring Alec’s arms over his shoulders and picking him up in one smooth movement, wrapping Alec’s legs around his waist and firmly grasping his ass. Alec’s head spins at the movement, feeling small and light even though he knows he’s the opposite. Magnus doesn’t struggle at all, taking them towards the bedroom as Alec nestles his head into the crook of Magnus’ neck, breathing in heavily before going limp, the familiar scent of sandalwood and burnt sugar deliciously soothing Alec’s nerves.
Magnus places Alec on the bed far too gently for a seasoned Shadowhunter, but Alec doesn’t complain, continuing to leech onto Magnus so he has no choice but to fall onto the bed with him. They curl up together, legs tangling until they’re impossibly close. Alec can feel the warm metal of Magnus’ earrings pressed against his cheek, can hear the pounding of his heart. It’s soothing, and Alec relishes in the moment, not knowing how often they’ll get the chance to do nothing together like this. Magnus peels away from the crushing hug after a long moment, only enough to gaze into Alec’s eyes and to say, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
Instantly the stinging in the back of Alec’s throat is back, and he swallows instinctively, not ashamed of needing to cry but not actually wanting to go through with it. He wants to thank Magnus, to tell Magnus how much he loves him, and how happy he is that he gets to do this with him by his side. But he knows that if he speaks, he won’t be able to hold in his tears, or his voice will crack, or he’ll say something stupid like ‘I don’t know if I can actually do this’ even though he doesn’t really have a choice and he also knows deep down that he can do it. So instead, he leans in and kisses his husband, pressing their lips together and hoping that the act communicates enough of what he wants to say that he doesn’t have to say it.
Magnus kisses him back with the same vigour, communicating a similar message that Alec receives and stores away. He will never get tired of being in Magnus’ arms like this, of being able to kiss him like this. Their lips brush again and again until the kiss changes into something slower and sloppier, tongues brushing and breath catching. Magnus rolls on top with ease, straddling Alec and pressing their hips together without breaking the kiss. They lick into each other’s mouths, hungry for more - both eager to take advantage of the momentary isolation and bout of energy.
Magnus grinds down against Alec with a twist of his hips, and Alec gasps at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against his own, only thin layers of fabric between them. Magnus takes advantage of how Alec tips his head and arches his back by leaving wet kisses down his jaw and throat and neck and shoulders, making Alec gasp and squirm.
Instantly Magnus brings his hand up, pressing it over Alec’s mouth to muffle the sounds as he kisses and licks him, bringing his other hand up to play with Alec’s nipples, twisting and pinching. Alec pushes up against Magnus impatiently, grasping at Magnus’ waist to pull him closer and closer. Alec is hot and throbbing by the time Magnus removes his hand from Alec’s mouth and replaces it with his own, kissing him deeper and deeper until he pulls away, looking down at Alec with his piercing yellow-green eyes as they catch their breath. Alec frowns at the sudden distance, lost in the sensation of being intimate with Magnus, dizzy with lust and an ache that had gone untreated for longer than usual.
“Please,” Alec whispers, and Magnus doesn’t blink as he stares down at him.
“You’ll have to be quiet.” Magnus reminds him, his voice equally soft. He glances over at the door, and with a roll of his eyes and a twirl of his finger, the door closes with an almost imperceptible bonk.
“I will,” Alec promises. He can be quiet. Surely.
Magnus’ smile is so fond it makes Alec’s chest ache. He does all he can think to do, repeating, “Please.”
Magnus’ face goes serious and he nods, giving Alec a quick peck on the lips before pulling away completely. Alec immediately leans forward to pull his t-shirt over his head, pulling himself out of his underwear and sweats but keeping them on in case they need to come to an abrupt stop. Magnus does the same, then he leans over to the lube on the side table, squeezing a glob onto his hand and shifting back over to Alec, positioning himself with ease and taking both their cocks in his magical hand. He begins to jerk them both off, and Alec’s head falls back in pleasure, pressing his lips together to avoid moaning. Each stroke sends sparks down Alec’s back, and when his lips finally part in a gasp, Magnus’ mouth is there, swallowing the noise with a merciless kiss. It doesn’t take long, both of them riled up from the long wait and the spontaneity and Alec lost in the sensation of Magnus’ cock pressed against his own, his hand working them both at a brutal pace. Alec stops returning the kiss to whisper “I’m close,” into Magnus’ mouth, unable to help the way his hips grind up at Magnus to chase the pleasure.
Magnus pulls up slightly and looks at Alec with wide and dazed eyes, seamlessly readjusting their position so that one hand is working their cocks, the other covering Alec’s mouth. The move makes Alec’s eyes roll back to his head and his hips buck, his orgasm rising hard and fast as he bites into one of Magnus’ hands and cums into the other, his ears ringing and his blood singing. Magnus keeps working them, chasing his own orgasm which comes almost instantly after Alec’s, his warm cum coating Alec’s scarred and marked stomach.
Magnus gently falls on top of Alec, and they stay like that for a moment, catching their breath. The air is thick, and Alec feels a warm glow in his chest, a sweet exhaustion so delicious he almost forgets the anxious, overworked exhaustion he’s usually left with after a long day.
Magnus pulls away from Alec far too soon, retrieving some wipes from the angel knows where and wiping them up efficiently. He throws the rubbish directly into the bin before tucking Alec back into his sweats and leaning to grab their t-shirts from the floor. Alec’s eyes follow him, lying bonelessly as his pulse returns to normal and his body cools down.
When Magnus is dressed and looking only slightly disheveled, he turns to Alec and presses another kiss against his lips, hard and lovely. “I love you,” he whispers. “I’m going to check on the kids.”
Alec nods, flopping his head back onto the bed and not moving a single muscle. After watching Magnus leave, he watches his t-shirt rise and fall as it sits in a pile on his chest.
When Magnus returns, he’s holding Alec’s phone, which he chucks in his direction. Luckily, most of Alec’s Shadowhunter instincts have returned and he is able to catch it easily. The screen flashes, and Alec peers at the reply from Simon.
Simon Lovelace: Mission accepted. We won’t let you down Your Royal Highness Consul Lightwood-Bane
“Simon said yes to having the kids tomorrow.” Alec says, finding himself increasingly looking forward to it, always craving more and more time with Magnus. There will never be enough.
“God I love having in-laws.” Magnus mumbles, sliding onto the bed and curling up behind Alec, bringing him close. Alec lets out a happy sigh.
“Also–“ Alec starts. “I’ll order the robe.”
He’s not facing him, but Alec can practically hear Magnus’ eyes sparkle. “To preserve Shadowhunter history and maintain tradition.” He pauses, presumably for dramatic effect. “And the occasional role-play.”