Desires✅ (Malec) | By Dew

Owned- Part 4

“Get rid of those clients as soon as possible, retrieve all the stole potions and…” Magnus trailed off, licking his lips slowly as he observed the boy in front of him. “And you know what to do. Don’t disappoint me Raphael.” And with that he disconnect the call.

“Alec baby, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”Alec cutely tilted his head, which was half covered by the sofa. “Oh, um chairman meow is not getting out. He seems to be really bratty today.” Alec pouted and returned to look under the sofa, trying to coax the cat out of his hiding.

On the other side of the room, the Prince of Edom was having self control issues as he saw his baby boy on his knees, his head almost touching the ground which made his ass propped obscenely in air.

That cat must be sent by Raphael to kill me for interrupting his honeymoon with that fledgeling. I need better friends. Magnus thought, sighing quietly and willing his boner to go down. He was Magnus freaking Bane! A boy cannot make him lose his control!

Or maybe his can, as Alec stopped up from his crouching position, his freshly dyed bright blue flicks falling in his eyes, the jet black heels a contrast to his long, pale legs.

In all, Alexander Lightwood looked fucking edible and Magnus Bane was fucking starving.

“Magnus~” Alec whined, and directing his kicked-puppy face to his Master, who gulped at the innocent look.

“Just leave him alone Alec. He’ll come out when he’s hungry.” Magnus said, trying to sound normal and returning to his work of doing- of doing what exactly? Whatever, he could just look at the little Taj Mahal statue he bought in India and try his best to get the little one down there soften up.

Unknown to him, Alec had already caught on to his Master’s dilemma (honestly speaking, Magnus was his master-who-can-be-his-boyfriend-but-he-was-too-afraid-to-propose, but he’ll think about it later).

Alec, in the last one year, has seen many sides of Magnus, and has almost always given him the control willingly but, seeing Magnus turned on because he looked sexy, he wanted to tease his Mag-Master a little more.

“But Magnus.” Alec whined again, turning slightly so his back faced the warlock, “I wanna play with him!” Alec bent slightly to look under the sofa, knowing full well that Magnus can see his black thong.

God bless these small, tight leather skirts!

 

“Al-Alec I think he’s comfortable there. Don’t make it hard for the poor creature.” Magnus seriously wasn’t sure who was the poor creature and what was getting hard.

Alec silently giggled at the slight stammer and put his hand on the arm of the couch, so his upper body was bent and parallel to the floor.