The Prince of Hell

The start of Corruption part 2 🔞

Inspiration ^^^

Um...I may have gotten a bit carried away. 🤭

Chapter 16

"Here I am," he said as the portal closed behind him, vanishing with a slight breeze and a soft whoosh.

Alec remained silent as if in a trance as he took in Magnus' appearance. The robe that was left opened did nothing to hide the warlock's lithe, slightly muscular chest and abdomen, free of the blemish of a bellybutton. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes followed Magnus dutifully. The warlock practically floated across the floor to the foot end of the bed with how beautifully hypnotic and elegant his movements were. His movements resembled that of a panther, stalking it's prey as he got on his hands and knees, the bed dipping under his weight as he crawled up, leaving his fluffy, pink bunny slippers behind.

"You know what that pout of your's does to me," he said as slid up next to Alec, laying stretched out on his side, propping his himself up with one hand.

Alec still said nothing, his mouth suddenly going dry.

"Alexander," Magnus sanged, reaching his other hand out to brush his knuckles gently against Alec's cheek.

Alec shivered at the touch. The way Magnus spoke his name will never not cause his stomach to flutter and his heart to race. He snapped out from his trance like state, clearing his throat as a blush suffused his cheeks. "Hey," he whispered, swallowing thickly.

"Hey to you too," Magnus returned. He leaned over to give Alec a quick kiss on his lips, only for Alec to draw him closer when he made to pull away, deepening the kiss.

Magnus made a deep guttural moan in his throat, rolling them over so that he covered Alec's body with his own. He buried his fingers in Alec's hair, holding the shadowhunter where he wanted him as he took control of the kiss.

Magnus' tongue plundered his mouth, the two battling fiercely. Alec gave as good as he got. But as he always did, eventually, because he simply loved the way Magnus kissed him, Alec relented, giving himself over to the warlock's superb expertise and talent. And by the Angel was Magnus talented. He coaxed Alec's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently, sending Alec's senses into overdrive. Deciding to turn the temperature down a bit, he pulled back, nibbling on Alec's bottom lip as he went, pulling on the now slightly puffy flesh before releasing it and moving down to bury his face in the curve of Alec's neck. The omega's scent never ceased to drive him wild with need.

"Damn I missed you," he groaned as took deep breaths of Alec's scent. Strawberries and spring.

Magnus lifted his head, touching his forehead to Alec's. "Alexander, do you have any idea what you do to me?" He asked, voice deep and husky.

Alec shivered. "I think I can make a guess," he said, lifting his hips slightly so that his arousal rubbed sensually against Magnus'.

"Don't do that," Magnus warned even as he settled himself more in between Alec's legs, propping himself up on one elbow, whilst bringing his other hand to Alec's cheek in gentle caress. The thin fabric of their pajamas did nothing to hide their blatant need.

Neither of them spoke for several beats, each studying the other, as if checking for any changes that may have taken place in the two days that they were apart. Their eyes locked and held as words yet spoken passed between them.

It was Alec who finally broke the silence. "How was your trip?" He asked, just now realizing how rude he'd been. In his exitment to see Magnus, when the warlock had called, he'd jump at coaxing him to come over. He hadn't even bothered inquiring about his trip.