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“Slower, darling. Just like that—fuck—perfect. Gods, you’re perfect.”
Heat creeps across Alec’s cheeks. He closes his eyes, focusing on the liquid pleasure radiating outward through his bloodstream from the slick, hot slide of Magnus’s cock inside of him.
“Look at me, Alexander.”
Alec bites his lip. Obediently, he opens his eyes again. Magnus stares back, feline gaze hazy with pleasure and a smile playing across his lips that is incongruently tender against the backdrop of their bone-deep pleasure.
Magnus’s voice is breathless, hitching every time Alec sinks fully onto him again.
“There’s that beautiful blush. Have I told you today how pretty you are, my love?”
Alec’s blush deepens. He can’t think of the right words to say. Instead he leans forward and kisses Magnus, pressing him back against the headboard.
Their foreheads stay pressed together. Magnus closes his eyes, his hands on Alec’s hips to guide their slow, unhurried pace. Alec rolls his hips every stroke and admires as Magnus’s lips part with a soft exhale of breath and a tiny, almost inaudible moan.
Magnus opens his eyes.
“So gorgeous.”
Alec loses the battle against the traitorous blush as it spreads over his skin. He looks down. His cock is hard and leaking between them, smearing precum onto his abs every time he rolls his hips forward. It’s easier to focus on that than Magnus’s words, easier to attribute his own snowballing pleasure to the tight, hot stretch of Magnus’s cock inside of him than the gentle, soft warmth that blooms every time Magnus calls him pretty.
“My perfect, pretty boy.”
Alec buries his face in the crook of Magnus’s neck, his rhythm faltering.
“Magnus—” he gasps.
Magnus focuses his attention on the head of Alec’s cock. He gently circles around it with his palm, then gives it a few short, quick strokes.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Just like that. So good.”
Alec’s whole being tenses and stretches and draws him inward. Even as he clutches at Magnus and moans, Magnus keeps guiding his hips, up and down. Every time Magnus slides back into him, a new rush of pleasure floods Alec’s body. He stares down between them as he squeezes around Magnus inside of him, hiding his flushed cheeks and muffling the low, shaky sounds of his pleasure that he can’t hold back.
Come leaks from Alec’s cock in slow drips, pooling on Magnus’s fingers where they’re still wrapped around it. The sight is obscene, and another wave of shivers runs through him, followed by another fat, white blurt of come dripping over Magnus’s hand.
Magnus is watching, too. He gives Alec another slow, exploratory stroke and Alec whimpers. He’s still riding out the lingering aftershocks of his orgasm, tightening around Magnus’s dick in short, shaking intervals.
Magnus makes a low, needy sound. He pulls Alec down and holds him there, pushing himself in as deep as possible.
His cock twitches and empties deep inside of Alec. He softly babbles between breaths.
“Beautiful, blushing pretty boy...”