“Of course it is.” Alec grumbled against the warlock’s shirt, sighing happily at the hand in his hair.
Pulling back a little, he eyed Magnus with suspicion before pressing a quick peck to his lips, “Like that?”
“Mm, that’ll do. I suppose.” He sighed dramatically as he bumped their noses together with a warm smile.
He let fingers trail over Alec’s features before falling to the rune on his neck and tracing over it.
Magnus wouldn’t even try and deny the grin that was on his lips as Alec carried him through to his bedroom, Magnus’ arm...