arrowbythebooks:

“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.