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The morning light streamed through the sheer curtains of Magnus’ loft, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets and the two figures nestled within them. Alec groaned as he shifted, his muscles protesting every movement.
Magnus, lounging beside him with effortless grace, arched a perfectly sculpted brow. “My love, that was quite the groan. Feeling all right?”
Alec let his head fall back against the pillow with a sigh. “My muscles are aching.”
A slow, knowing smile spread across Magnus’ lips as he traced lazy circles on Alec’s bare shoulder. “They weren’t aching last night when we were…”
“Shut up,” Alec muttered, turning his head away in embarrassment. “That’s exactly the reason why they are aching right now.”
Magnus chuckled, his fingers skimming lower, dragging lightly over the curve of Alec’s spine. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I recall you being quite… enthusiastic.”
Alec groaned again, this time covering his face with his hands. “I don’t know whether to be proud or mortified.”
Magnus leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to Alec’s jawline, then another, trailing down his throat. “Why not both? I, for one, am very proud.”
Alec peeked at him from between his fingers, his lips twitching despite himself. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you adore me.” Magnus smirked, flicking his fingers to summon a glowing blue vial from across the room. “Now, do you want a healing elixir for those sore muscles, or shall I personally soothe your aches with a more… hands-on approach?”
Alec’s face turned a shade of red that Magnus found utterly delightful. He reached for the vial, but Magnus quickly pulled it back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Are you sure? My hands are quite skilled. And not just with magic.”
Alec exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering to Magnus’ mouth before he snatched the vial from his grasp. “I’m onto you, Bane.”
Magnus grinned, rolling onto his side to drape an arm over Alec, fingers sliding beneath the sheet to trace patterns over his hip. “Are you? Because I think I’m onto you. Quite literally, if you’ll allow it.”
Alec groaned, this time less in pain and more in surrender. “You are the worst.”
Magnus kissed the corner of his mouth, then whispered against his lips, “And yet, you keep coming back for more.”
Alec sighed, but as Magnus’ warm hands wandered lower, he knew he was doomed.
And maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind at all.