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Sleep leaden eyelids are gradually parting as his mind becomes more aware with every passing second. Specks of light are dancing in the dark colours behind the veil he’s not awake enough to lift fully, yet.
White, golden, warm, bright light, beautiful, yet hurting, watering his eyes. He turns his head slowly, the light now touching the side of his temple, his eyes eased in comfortable shadows.
It takes him a second more to become acutely aware of the sense, warmth, and shape of the body lying next to him. His eyes open a slit, slowly sharpening, resting on the sleeping face beside him.
Bare of make-up, soft, dark hair lying on his forehead, smooth skin that emits its own unique glow, sun rays on his skin, and he knows how warm it is to his touch, and touch it he must.
He rolls onto his side carefully, taking the thin, silk sheet down with him, joy curling inside his belly at noticing their mutual nakedness, his chest tingling with anticipation, the faintest smile crossing his sleep-glued lips, his tongue parting them, licking along their seams.
He moves his hand. Just a fingertip to the tip of Magnus’ nose, holding his breath curtly while gauging his reaction. None, still asleep. Alec was asleep when he came back last night, but he could still sense him, only ever wholly at rest when he’s next to him.
Alec slides his finger up the bridge of Magnus’ nose, featherlightly, to the side over his eyebrow, back, and over the other, along his brow, brushing strands of hair from his forehead, and down his temple, across his cheekbone, to his jaw, and chin, tickled by his short goatee, resting his finger just below his bottom lip, spotting a minute change on Magnus’ face.
His smile grows, his chest widens, his belly quakes, knowing he’s aware, letting Alec do as he pleases. And he does. He moves closer ever so slowly, his eyes not satiated by gazing at the face he loves to look at most in the world, needs to, to know everything’s right, and will be just as long as he’s able to look, touch, love. Him and no other.
The faintest sigh relaxes him in pure relief, as his lips fit against Magnus’ perfectly in mindful, loving slides, covering his skin with delightful tingles. His hand reaches for Magnus’ necklace, to touch, and play with the skin-warmed metal, eliciting tiny spurts of bumps along Magnus’ chest.
Magnus’ lips move flimsily against his, upping their intent minutely with each kiss, each pull, and lingering touch, alighting them both from the inside, their never-ending, ever-present soul bond.
Alec’s hand covers the side of Magnus’ face, fingers caressing his skin, over his ear, his stubble across his jaw, and into his velvety hair, prickling, and inflaming ardent desire, spreading throughout the very core of him.
Tongues stroking, mouths sharing breath, heartbeats quickening, Alec’s body pushing forward, gliding onto Magnus’, heating them from the inside as the sunshine radiates on their skin.
Their noses and cheeks collide, lips parting, wearing smiles, hazel eyes opening, Alec’s being pausing for the dearest moment, enraptured by otherworldly, golden preciousness, gazing at him, permeating every one of his layers, physical, and beyond, permitting his soul to shine, as magical, bright, and wondrous as Magnus’ self.
Securing his want to never falter, or still, ever-growing as their joy to be infinitely connected to one another, giddy happiness taking him over, his eyes burning with tears sprung from bliss as he closes them, scattering Magnus’ face with untamed kisses, his laughter singing in Alec’s ears, embraced tightly by his arms, everything they are, everything they will become, forever cherished, and held safe, whole-heartedly, forever.
Magnus’ magic purrs inside Alec, connecting them irreversibly, whether Magnus is consciously doing it, or not, humming beneath Alec’s skin, or buzzing deep within the fabric of his soul, transcending earthly, mortal confines, timeless, and immortalised.
His smell, his taste, his fingers’ fondness, his longing, his voice, his body’s movements.
That’s all Alec perceives, all that inherits space inside his mind. And the fiery yearning roiling inside his stomach, driving, and urging the whole of him.
They know their bodies’ language, each sensation pulsating, and beating inside the other, as well as their hearts’ melodies, spoken words needless, and inapt, the energy they’re made of eternally interwoven, flowing, and reshaping their inner workings with every shift of unrestrained emotion, every spark of overflowing senses.
Alec’s lapping up the finest taste of salt from Magnus’ sleep scented body, quickly altering to one of bone-deep, rousing thrill, with every eager pressure of Alec’s fingers against Magnus’ hot expanse of skin, every venerating kiss, and slide of naked limbs against him, dousing him in endless, addictive sensations.
Magnus’ fingers are tangled in, and tousling Alec’s thick, messy hair, showering the river of his spine with delicious goosebumps, carding along his neck, feeling his rune, his blood pumping underneath, sliding his hands slowly, and firmly across the width of his shoulders, the tension, and arousing delight almost unbearable, making Alec arch, gasp, and moan, but never complacent, painting, and kissing adoration into Magnus, filling him with power born from true, selfless love, and surrender he’s never known before Alexander gifted him with it, gradually finding his own heart’s riches, and honest, kindest self, freeing the overwhelming, all-encompassing love he sheltered, and timidly grew inside his very essence, revealing every wonderful part to Magnus, no holding back in matters of caring, and dedicating everything he is to him, giving Magnus the courage to liberate his own battered self, finding new light, vitality, and worthiness, more reasons for clinging onto happiness, embraced in wholesome solace by the knowledge to be loved, accepted, cherished, and understood, finally believing to be deserving of it.
Even they are not yet aware of the magnitude of their union, the immense power in showing each other their real strength, and worth, their singular, exceptional impact, and the incomparable miracle, and beauty of their souls choosing each other. Every time, until time’s end.
Alec’s mouth throws Magnus into scorching excitement, writhing on the bed beneath, his sounds pure ecstasy, increasing Alec’s mission to fill him up with endless pleasure, stroking, pleasing every tenderest part of him, relishing, and sharing inside his zest, never alone in this endless wonder of being, feeling one another as if one, together.
Alec’s suddenly pushed, pulled, sharp breaths pouring from his mouth as he lands on his back, Magnus’ weight pressing on him, grounding, yet intensely invigorating him as Magnus’ mouth lures moans from his throat, and sucks the air from his lungs, only making their need greater, devouring, insatiable.
Magnus’ necklace glides over his nipples, and through Alec’s chest hair, setting him on shivery delight, Magnus’ tongue tracing every rune in his reach, his mouth and deft fingers burning everywhere they touch with unending relish, his lips coming to suck his neck, teeth nibbling, drawing groans, weaving surges of intoxication through Alec’s body, trapped in maddening temptation, clutching Magnus as if trying to claw inside him, until he’s released, just to be kissed with salacious, consuming hunger.
Alec’s hands are raking sweat from between Magnus’ heated back muscles, leaving marks in their wake, unabashedly chasing firing lust, torrid desire, and sensuous joy, found in their mouths’s oasis, and their hearts’ felicity, in their bodies’ perfectly attuned rhythm, their hands’ purposeful caresses, alluring every sentient part of one another, their eyes’ incandescence, their love overflowing, enveloping them completely in shared, divine bliss, their cries mingling, holding onto the other closely within this flurry of waves crashing inside them, effervescent moans, and star-filled eyes, breathless smiles, and overjoyed heartbeats.
One, together.
Sunrays catch them once more as they move to relax inside each other’s arms, getting lost in hazel and golden soulful depths, fingers interlacing, sore, swollen lips sharing the gentlest, sweetest kisses, unhurried, unafraid.
Because they have all day to be, to enjoy, to love. They have all of their lives. Always.