Malec One Shots

57. Church (SMUT) (AU)

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Song ~ Chase Atlantic - Church
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Alec raked a hand through his hair, pushing his fringe back aggressively as he slammed his pen down on the kitchen island. "Stupid lyrics won't come to me." He hissed, groaning after his outburst. Alec Lightwood was in a band. Being in a band with one of your siblings and a good friend was fun, really, but being the lead singer and guitarist had its stresses. Alec was tasked with writing music, Jace with printing and ordering sheet music around, and Simon with keeping everyone in check and healthy; including instrument maintenance. Alec and Jace's sister Isabelle was the band's manager in a way, and she took care of financial problems and the copyright issues that hardly ever showed up. Magnus was both Alec's boyfriend and style advisor. Working in the fashion industry, Magnus Bane had quite a big name, and if he was being honest he loved dressing his boyfriend up for shows.

Alec keened when he felt a warm body press up behind him and soft fingers work out the knots in his hair. "Lyrics again?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of Alec's head before moving to switch the now lukewarm pot of coffee back on. Alec nodded, picking his pen back up to tuck it behind his ear. "What genre?" Magnus asked, pouring himself a mug of the now hot coffee and grabbing some toast that Alec had set onto the cooling rack. They had a routine, it was nice. "Not sure, I just had an idea and my hands can't get the words down quick enough before I forget." Alec sighed, scrunching the paper with scribbled notes on into a ball and throwing it into the bin. Magnus looked at him softly, smiling that smile that had Alec's knees turning to jelly and his head turning to mush. "We have the instrumental, just caught up on lyrics." Alec noted. "So if I can get some down before this evening then I'm all good. "I'm sure you'll work something out, huh Chairman? Won't he?" Magnus bent over at the knees to pick his and Alec's cat up. The ball of fluff purred before leaping onto the counter and attempting to stick his head into the coffee machine. "And that's a no." Magnus placed the cat back onto the kitchen floor. Alec chuckled, making his way over to his boyfriend who had started to leisurely sip his coffee. He took it all in. Magnus wore one of Alec's shirts and boxers, the size of his shirt impossibly big on him for some reason. Alec was broader on the shoulders, but Magnus had bigger biceps, and the sheer sight of him like this was angelic.

Alec brought Magnus into an embrace, placing kisses down from Magnus' forehead to his lips. The two melted into it, Alec's fingers grazing Magnus' hips and staying there to press fingerprint-shaped bruises as the kiss got impossibly deeper. The coffee and toast was long forgotten beside them, as Alec picked Magnus up by the undersides of his tan thighs and lifted him on top of the counter. All while not breaking their mouths apart. It was a routine, just like their morning was. Magnus knew what exactly to do when Alec tugged him closer, when he felt for the hem of the shirt and lifted it just a sliver to rest one hand on Magnus' smooth torso and slide the other down into his boxers. The funny thing was, Magnus had taste, and instead of wearing his usual brands like Calvin Klein, Magnus was sporting his own line; which made Alec laugh when he saw them. "What? Can't I be proud of myself?" Magnus smirked into the small space between his and Alec's mouths. "Shut up." Alec laughed, catching Magnus' tongue between his teeth and pulling him in for another heated pull and push of hot air and thirst.

At the feeling of his boxers being slipped down over his thighs, Magnus used his arms to raise his lower half from the counter and let Alec pull them off and discard them somewhere in the kitchen. He then gasped at the motion of Alec picking Magnus back up to move him to the marble island where his once hot coffee was now cold and abandoned. The warm orange of the awakening city flitted through the curtains and graced Magnus' back with some warmth as he was met with the icy shock of marble on his lower half. He jumped at the cold, feeling Alec laugh against him before he crouched to his knees. Magnus held his breath, bracing himself for Alec, but what he was waiting for didn't come. Instead, Alec had shifted Magnus' thighs apart to press kisses there and there and everywhere but the place Magnus was craving to be touched. Alec knew what he was doing. Alec smirked against Magnus' left thigh, mouthing a kiss to the place he'd just left a darkening purple bruise to, and moved onto another spot. Magnus was near to whimpering at the sixth mark, enduring the torture because of Alec's end goal. "Please." Magnus sighed, threading his fingers into Alec's hair like he'd done earlier in the morning. Alec didn't say anything in reply, he just lifted his head to rest the flat of his tongue against the length of Magnus' hard cock. To be brutally honest, this was fun for Alec, to tease and torment Magnus until he was shaking and begging for something anything to relieve the ache in his chest.