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If you had to turn to someone for some self restraint, Magnus Bane was not the person to pick. Especially not around Alec. Both Jace and Izzy had stumbled across the pair in almost any corridor of the Institute, making out like a pair of hormonal high school teenagers. But he wasn’t always quite as bad as this.

But then he hit the spot and any lingering thoughts of the other dinner guests left his mind in a flash. Everything was Alec. “I know, babe–” Came the whispered response, as lips sought out Alec’s and he kept his hips angled just right for the Shadowhunter. He had no regrets about doing this now. He didn’t care if they had important Clave members in the next room; they never said anything worthwhile anyway.

Any other time Alec would have been embarrassed by the filthy sounds spilling from his lips, or the fact that he was getting fucked against a closet door in a public place. In this moment, however, the Shadowhunter felt no shame whatsoever. There just Magnus and the way the warlock made him feel. Each slide of the man’s cock inside his body had him clutching Magnus’ shoulders tightly, wrapping his legs around his waist to get the most delicious angle he could.

Then his boyfriend’s lips were pressing against his own ans once again his thoughts scattered. Fingernails raked down the warlock’s back as his own arched against him. Alec tore his lips away as Magnus hit that spot again and he was unable to stop the loud cry of his name that tore it’s way from his throat. He should have been embarrassed, he should have have wanted to stop right then. But he was beyond caring. He was so close he could taste it, “Magnus.. fuck, right there. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Those were the noises he lived for during these moments. The soft whimpers and the loud moans. But right now, the loud moans were risky, the possibility of drawing too much attention to their hiding spot in the closet. A shudder ran down his spine as nails marked his skin, back arching into Alec.

“Alexander–” He wanted to tell him he needed to be quiet but they both knew that already. And they both struggled with it, moans falling from Magnus’ own lips with ease. “Oh fuck, I’m getting so close now.” He murmured against Alec’s neck, grip tightening just slightly on his hips.