Malec one shots

Wrong (part 3)

Alec takes a quick shower when he gets back to his room, happy to get out of his stifling suit and wash the day off of him. He dries off and slips into some boxers and a t-shirt before padding back into his bedroom in a billow of steam.

"Is your entire wardrobe actually black?"

Alec jumps even though he recognizes Magnus' voice; the warlock has an absurdly easy time sneaking up on him. "What?"

"I thought your loungewear or underclothes might be less drab than your everyday attire, but it seems I was mistaken," Magnus teases him, eyes happy.

"Black's kind of my color," says Alec.

"Mmm, I can not argue with that," Magnus purrs, raking his eyes up and down Alec's body.

Alec feels like his skin tingles wherever Magnus' gaze travels across his skin. "Did you, um... did you bring anything to sleep in?"

"I didn't think to pack an overnight bag when I portaled to the Institute last-minute to crash your wedding, no." Alec laughs, and Magnus continues, "But I can always summon clothing from home."

Alec wonders what Magnus' pajamas look like, what kind of exotic patterns they have on them. He's excited to find out.

Magnus inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes, energy pulsing between his hands. After a few seconds his face pinches into a frown and he stops.

"What's wrong?" asks Alec.

"Well, at least I know my wards work," Magnus says dryly. "It seems I can't summon anything from outside the Institute." He glances over at Alec and grins. "You know, I was considering summoning my spare mattress, but it looks like now I'll have to share your bed. And your depressing wardrobe."

"My wardrobe isn't depressing!" Alec stammers, trying not to think about the other part of Magnus' sentence.

Magnus arches an eyebrow and starts to unbutton his jacket. Alec's mouth goes dry and he quickly looks for something to do so he isn't just standing there watching Magnus undress like a creep. He grabs his stele and starts drawing some protective runes on his bedroom door.

He steps back after about thirty seconds and surveys his handiwork.

"Good thinking."

Alec jumps a little at how close Magnus' voice sounds; he turns around and swallows loudly to see the warlock standing there with his shirt completely unbuttoned. His eyes can't help but rake down Magnus' form, taking him in, his golden skin.

"I suppose I could do a few spells myself to make this room even more secure," Magnus offers, an edge of heat in his voice. "Practically unbreachable. Just the two of us in our own little world."

Alec runs a hand through his hair to try and calm his excited nerves. The corner of Magnus' mouth pulls up and by the Angel he can't stop staring at his lips-

Unable to stop himself, Alec gravitates closer and then they're kissing again, slow and sweet. Something about Magnus sets him perpetually off-balance but now he embraces it, cupping Magnus' face in his hands as their lips slide together. Alec lets himself be backed up until he's pressed against the door, distracted by the pillowsoft touch of Magnus' lips.

Magnus tilts his head and nudges closer; his tongue flicks out to tease the seam of Alec's mouth and he gasps against him. "Magnus..."

The warlock nips his bottom lip softly before pulling back and grinning. "Alexander."

Alec thumbs over his cheekbone and licks his lips, then dives back in for another kiss. Magnus exhales harshly through his nose and grips Alec's waist with firm hands, tugging him closer. He teases Alec with his tongue again and Alec moans this time - Magnus licks inside his mouth, gentle but insistent as Alec's knees go weak.