Malec one shots

A Very Malec Christmas (part 2: smut)

Once Maryse had left Magnus snuggled into the coziest pajama he could find. It was always a tradition for him. Magnus had many, many Christmas traditions. And now he wanted a new one. He wanted every Christmas to a Malec Christmas.

The sun rose over the city like it did every morning. And like every morning, Magnus watched. But his mourning... It was different. The snow was falling white over the city, lights reflecting off of it. And another thing different that Magnus loved... Alec was awake. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and his head rested on his shoulder.

"Merry Christmas Magnus" alec whispers in the warlocks ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Alec always had a way of making Magnus feel so... homey.

"And Merry Christmas to you Alexander." Magnus turned around and wrapped his arms around alecs waist. Then he placed a soft kiss on his pillowy lips. Alec gripped his hand around Magnus's rope and pushed him down on the nearest couch. Before Magnus could catch a breath, Alec was on top of him, straddling his waist. Magnus's one hand immediately was on the small of Alec's back, pressing their bodies together tightly, while his other hand landed on his ass, gripping so hardly Alec feared his boxers might tear. Not wasting any second, Magnus dove in for a kiss, stealing his breath with the heated acuteness and, in a more practical way, with the tongue attacking his mouth. He moaned loudly when suddenly Magnus' hand slid under his boxers, stroking the tender skin with his sharply manicured nails digging into his flesh, leaving the shadow hunter helpless to the plundering of his lips and mouth and saliva already trickling down the side of his chin.

Hungrily eating up every sound, every twitch, and jerk Alec made, Magnus could feel his self-control vanishing into thin air and he found he couldn't really care. He wanted to lose control, make his angel scream and cry and beg until he had every precious place of Alec marked as his. Their mouths had become a mess, saliva from both of them smeared around them, tongues meeting in between just for Magnus to dip his back into Alec's sweet mouth until his young lover could do nothing else but take it.

His own hands which were clutching Magnus' shoulders slid under the red shirt he wore, greedily touching the soft, scar-free skin and slender muscles until Magnus finally broke their kiss for just a short moment, letting Alec take it off. His blue eyes focused when they could finally take in his lover's glitter sprinkled upper body, his hands sliding from Magnus' neck down his collarbone and chest to his taut stomach. Feeling Alec's gaze and strong hands on him, Magnus couldn't help but grab his lover by the hips and push his own upwards, earning a surprised moan. "Magnus!"

"What is it Alexsander?" Magnus said Continuing his grinding.

Alec's face was dipped in scarlet, eyebrows furrowed tightly and his mouth hung open invitingly.

His hands formed fists on Magnus' chest and he let out a low whine, needy and unguarded as if that would answer Magnus.

Suddenly Alec's shorts were gone, snapped away impatiently, and a literally magically lubed finger began probing at his entrance. Magnus straightened his back, not leaning on the back of the couch anymore; his grip was tight, jolting Alec's body towards his own. He pushed his index finger inside, almost all the way, relishing in the loud groan Alec let out.

He smirked up into Alec's face which was a few inches above his own. Alec arched his back when Magnus pushed in a second finger, moving them deep inside the Shadowhunter before promptly taking them almost all the way out. that might have been the wrong thing to say, only to let out a hoarse cry when Magnus added a third finger and shoved them deep inside him. Relentlessly moving his fingers in and out, Magnus found a perked nipple with his mouth and lightly bit down before circling his tongue around it.