You're Beautiful

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

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emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

Magnus could not stop the words from replaying over in his mind. A concern, vanished by the grace of Alexander's words. He had not quite realized just how . . . intensely passionate he would feel. It was something to be imagined of course, but not fully comprehended until they were actually together in this way. His fingers curled around Alec's forearm, a soft smile still lingering on Magnus's lip as he just gazed at him, no longer feeling . . . uncertain about the coloring of his eyes.

Eyes, that once branded him a demon. And still did. But so long as it was not repulsive to Alec, then Magnus could most certainly deal with anyone's reaction. He eventually broke the silence, though the soft, quiet moment did not feel the least bit awkward. It just added to the beauty of this entire moment. Of this night. And was had yet to come. "I hope I didn't spoil the mood," he said with a smile, a tease in his voice though there was an ounce of sincerity in the concern.

Though, if he did, the warlock was certainly determined to regain the romantic aura of tonight. With a wave of his hands, he dimmed the lights a little, and created candles on either of the side tables. With the time to think for a moment, he wanted to create the perfect atmosphere for Alexander. This was not something Magnus took for granted. For the Shadowhunter was to be cherished. "Better?" He asked with that same tease, leaning forward to lightly press his lips against Alec's.

[Alec Lightwood]

- LIGHTWOOD -

"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat."

There were many times in his life that Alec was unaware of the impact of his words. Truth tended to fall from his mouth in blunt and sometimes harsh ways. It was a flaw, but one that his closest friends and family seemed to tolerate. Even now, he didn't fully realize the significance his words had on Magnus, he only knew he spoke the truth. Magnus's eyes indeed spoke of what he was, but they also spoke of who he was. And that was a kind, gentle and lonely soul hidden behind a flamboyant exterior and dazzling smile.

Alec knew for certain that Magnus was more than capable of taking care of himself, after all he had done just that for centuries, but the desire to hold and protect him came in vast floods of emotion that could overtake the impetuous walls he had raised since childhood. He found it hard to believe that a person could still feel so many insecurities after seeing humanity at it's best and worst times. Yet, here was Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, nervous that his true self would turn Alec away. How could he not want to shelter him?

Alec could only smile when Magnus asked if the mood was spoiled, for nothing Magnus could do would spoil anything that Alec felt for him. The kiss the warlock offered brought his smile out even further. Alec used both hands to cup Magnus's face, deepening the kiss with fervor and passion, parting his lips and coaxing Magnus with his tongue. Magnus might be his first and only relationship, but Alec was a quick study, learning the subtle ways Magnus preferred to be touched. Alec lay back down, bring Magnus atop him once more. "Much better," He agreed.

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[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

Magnus felt an added relief in the embrace. A moment to stop and breathe, to recollect themselves and . . . be certain that Alec was still ready for this. He had said he wanted it before, but that pause, further assured Magnus of it. He wanted this to be special for his partner. And he certainly didn't want Alec that Magnus had to have this from him as soon as possible. There was something so special about the Shadowhunter; something so different from anyone else Magnus had ever been with. He breathed into the kiss, lips parting upon Alec's actions as he repositioned himself on top of him.

Their bodies pressed together, the sudden need to feel the full extent of Alec's heated skin becoming practically unbearable. Magnus' hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, continuing what he had interrupted Alexander from doing as he began to lift it, prating their lips only to toss his shirt carelessly to the side -- avoiding the candles of course. Magnus smiled down at the beautiful male before him, taking a moment to memorize everything about his expression. Until the urge to kiss him became too overwhelming. He leaned back down, passion unleashing itself in the kiss as the warlock's hands began to trail over Alec's chest, soaking in every line of his muscle, the softness and firmness of it, wanting to memorize Alec's body as well as his expression.

[Alec Lightwood]

- LIGHTWOOD -

"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat."

Hazel eyes slipped shut when Magnus found his lips again. Kissing him was surreal and dreamlike, how could this beautiful, powerful being that could have anyone he wanted be kissing him back? Despite his love for alcoholic drinks, Magnus tasted sweet, almost like sugar and Alec couldn't help but run his tongue over the other's lips, lapping up what sweetness he could in between breaths. Magnus's hands left pinpricks of electricity across his skin, leaving burning trails of heat behind tender fingertips. It all served to raise his excitement and impatience. Alec had no real knowledge of what to do or how to do it but he let himself move naturally, Magnus had yet to complain so he must be doing things right.

Alec's broad palms swept across Magnus's now bare back, his skin smooth and soft, sensitive to the touch, at least Alec figured as much from the way he moved and wiggled underneath the pressure. The Shadowhunter's mouth left Magnus's in favor of his neck, trailing kisses over the soft pulse that fluttered just under his jaw. 

His fingertips moved, this time towards the waistline of Magnus's pants, slipping underneath the fabric and down across the curve of his ass. He didn't know when it happened but he had become so thoroughly intoxicated by this man that self control became a foreign concept and his hips bucked upwards as he pushed Magnus down towards him.

By the angel,  Alec thought to himself this man is beautiful. So utterly beautiful.

tag: Magnus Bane

[Magnus Bane]

Tag: Alec Lightwood

emotions

AREN'T BLACK AND WHITE

Magnus felt his arousal thickening with each sensual movement from the Shadowhunter beneath him. The way his tongue glided along his lip, his hands over his body leaving a trail of heat. Magnus had never experienced anything like this before in all the hundreds of years of his life. He couldn't help but keep his eyes closed when he felt the delicate touches of Alec's lips against his neck, taking in a slow breath, mesmerized and losing himself completely in the moment. He was unsure how long he remained idle; basking in the glorious touch offered so expertly by Alexander. Even the most experienced of beings could not compare to Alexander. For right now, in this moment, there was no one else.

Magnus let out a quiet, heavy exhalation of breath when he felt Alec's hands slide under his pants, resting over the curves of his behind. Magnus knew that with one wave of his hand, he could remove both their clothing. Yet, he didn't want to do that. He wanted to feel the removal. He wanted to commit everyone second to memory. He wanted to feel Alec remove his clothing while removing his partner's. Magic could not compare to that. Besides, they had all night. Robbed of thoughts, Magnus sharply inhaled at the sensation of their hips pressed together, their erections rubbing against one another despite the hindrance of the fabric that still concealed them. Magnus' head fell, lips against Alec's ear as he breathed against the skin of it. "Alexander." A breath of desire, whispered to him, the tone and words meant for Alec and Alec only.

Magnus' hands went to the fastening of the Shadowhunter's pants, slowly undoing them, to both savoir the moment as well as give Alec a chance to express any reservations he may suddenly have as things became more . . . real. Once opened, Magnus slightly lifted his hips from Alec's, immediately missing the contact but it would be worth it. He slid the pants down bending Alec's knees one at a time before tossing the pants as carelessly to the side as the rest of their clothing. Now only in his underwear, Magnus raised his head once more, kissing the corner of Alec's mouth as his hand glided over the inner thigh of his skin, the strong firm muscle. He truly did epitomize beauty. Kissing him with a more intensely heated passion, before lowering his lips and trailing them down to kiss along Alec's perfectly formed chest. Magnus' fingers curved around the rim of his underwear, starting to very slowly pull it down so that he could fully expose his lover. Both attempting to take his time, and fulfill the needs that both their bodies were clearly aching for.