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“Mags”, Alec called, his voice echoed across the meeting room, and as soon as Magnus turned around wide-eyed and reprimanding, Alec grinned, his eyes shining. “I want to play tonight”.
Magnus twitched, immediately looking around the room before his eyes flitted at Alec like a spear threatening to strike. “Sometimes, I wonder what’s knocking about in that crazy head of yours”, he replied, shoving his head outside the office door, again making sure that no one heard Alec’s rather suggestive, twisted double meaning, and sugar-coated words.
But Alec only pawed at Magnus’s shoulders, his eyes still shining and his lips wet and ready to give kisses. “You, of course”, he said, boldfaced and unbothered. “My entire head is filled with you knocking about”.
One day, Magnus found himself in love. But this love was strange and a sort of pervert. But nonetheless, Magnus fell in love with Alec – and deep down, he knew that would never change.
So hearing Alec confess to him again as easy as saying a-b-c, Magnus’s first choice was to cough up his usual feisty retort, but instead, a pale pink hue began to colour his face - so he shifted to one side, his fingers playing with the tip of his ears, trying with all his might to avoid making eye contact with Alec – otherwise, the blush on him would come off too bright. So he uncomfortably shifted to his other leg, pushed Alec out the way then grabbed his bag, packing the rest of his belongings to go.
Alec followed him, kneeling table height, his head tilting back, and his eyes pouring hope looking up at the man his heart was beating for. “Magnus, I want to be with you tonight”.
Magnus twitched again.
It’s like every time Alec was around him, Magnus’s heart did nothing but leapt and danced – he was convinced that that heart of his did nothing but overreact every time Alec’s voice stripped him naked. He audibly sighed, clearly not happy at how ridiculously worst it had gotten lately - beating so fast, beating so ferociously that there were days he was sure he was having a heart attack… just by seeing Alec, smelling him, have him touch him, thinking about him… the man had over-consumed him, and Magnus – as stubborn as he was, he was sweetly drowning in the hazy happy bliss it was.
“Last night wasn’t enough?”
“You can never be too much for me, Magnus. Come on now, you know that, don’t you?”
“You pervert”, Magnus mumbled, and although there was no bite in his tone, he was tripping over invisible things, trying to leave before this man he was unequivocally in love with, made him lose his mind and what was left of his senses.
Three months had already gone past since they’d started dating and how did that happened? Magnus himself wasn’t even sure, guessing it turned out to be one of those mysterious things in the grandeur scheme of life. But it happened and they went with it, and so far, it’s been oh-so-amazingly good being with Alec – far more magical then he’d imagined.
And really, their relationship wasn’t so much a secret. It’s just that, if even for a bit, Magnus wanted to keep the charm of them being together a secret until he got his fill of Alec – not that he foresaw this happening anytime soon. Every day, Alec slowly fulfilled him and just as much slowly completed him so of course, Magnus can’t possibly foresee a time when he’ll ever get enough of Alec – not since that day he woke up and realised that Alec totally consumed his life like a pudding full of plums.
A pout extended on Alec’s lips, but he was not to be tamed when he very suddenly and suggestively slapped Magnus on his buttocks then cupped and groped his buttocks with a firmness of both his palms.
Magnus shrieked, surprised by Alec’s brazenness, but his face glowed with all the heat from his blood rushing through him. “Have some decorum, you pervert”, Magnus scolded, but again, his tone was light and his face was rested in a gentle smile. “Anyone could have seen us”, he scurried, trying to get away from Alec’s grip. “Just what drug are you on today?”
Alec laughed, letting him go with a slap to his left butt cheek. “It’s all you, sugar plum. I get high off only you”, he grinned, all toothy in an unapologetic tone. “Either that or I’m just a plain hopeless romantic with a dirty mind”, he licked his tongue and winked with a teasing smile.
Magnus scoffed and was just about to retort when the immediate space before his eyes went blank and the sweet taste of Alec’s lips filled his mouth while his knees buckled from the hunger and feel of Alec’s long tongue whipping across and scouring down Magnus’s mouth. The heat in Magnus’s body rose like the red on a thermometer – and just so, his guard wall slowly fell, leaving his heart loose and beating very fast like melodies of happy music playing from a music box. Like sugar plum fairies dancing in his hair, the whole world was a swirl in Magnus’s head. He swayed a bit, unsteady from his legs about to give way. But even so, Magnus made no attempt to stop his fall. After all, even if he should collapse, then surely he would land no place farther than into Alec’s long and waiting arms.
Alec moaned into his mouth and somewhere in the far realm of his mind, Magnus could hear doors closing from the other offices, and the fading chatter of the last set of people on their way out. And Alec must have been listening too for as soon as the place went silent, he burrowed his tongue deeper and tightened his arms around Magnus’s waist, aptly fitting their bodies against each other in a perfectly complete jigsaw ensemble - and in a low voice he whispered against the bridge of Magnus’s nose. “You’ll come play tonight, right?”- His voice falling like a faint of breath against Magnus’s skin.
“…”.
Magnus panted, speechless, disoriented and struggling to recover from Alec’s kiss attack. But he found himself nodding affirmative to the invitation… the advantage… the blackmail, whatever this man was doing to him that made him feel like he was about to melt---- and even when he managed to get hold of a bit of his senses, Magnus surrendered – admitting that it was no use wasting his breath playing hard to get when he was that much engulfed in bliss, trying hard to breathe in the happy reality.
So he moaned into Alec’s mouth, wrapped his arms around his man’s neck and hauled them even closer in an embrace – and just so, he let himself be entirely consumed by the man whom he loved and whom loved him also.
That was years ago.
But even now, the only thought Magnus can process while purring soft sounds and getting fat off Alec’s love tonight is, “Alec, Alec… my Alexander”.
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