It was true that most eyes seemed to pass over Alec in favor of his younger siblings, but none of those eyes were as old or wise as Magnus'. Throughout his lifetime, Magnus had met enough people that he knew that those who lacked natural charisma weren't unworthy of attention. Alec had caught his attention in ways that his siblings hadn't: honesty, selflessness, talent, and a wicked sense of humor. There was also the fact that Alec was drop-dead gorgeous, though Magnus would always be quick to point out that his attraction to Alec wasn't purely physical.
"You also weren't comfortable with your sexuality when we met," he reminded Alec as a means of explaining why he had been at a loss for words around Magnus on more than one occasion. Thoughts of the past quickly fled his mind as Alec used the rope to pull him closer, blood rushing through him in a thrill that left him feeling warmer than before. "I'd deny you at first," he replied, rolling both wrists to wrap his hands in the rope and take control, tugging Alec even closer. He knew they were putting on an inappropriate display, but there wasn't a single molecule in his being that cared. "I'd see how long you could last before calling out for me, for my touch. And then, once I give in, I won't stop until you pass out." And he didn't give a damn about what was ruined in the process as long as Alec felt thoroughly satisfied and loved at the end of it all.
Smiling with another wicked flash of his sharp teeth, he carefully placed the rope back on the display table and gave the vendor a wink, sending him scurrying to fill their order. He could feel Alec's growing arousal, and he knew he'd be able to see it outlined in the tight leather of his pants once they pulled apart—if ever. "Slightly, though I'm hardly an expert. And I'd prefer to find something a little more artful to display on our coffee table," he added, teasing Alec with a quick squeeze of his ass. He felt bad for alluding to his past sexual experiences, but he was trying to be more honest with Alec about his life when his husband openly asked. "It is. Kinbaku-bi means 'the beauty of tight binding' in Japanese. It's lovely to look at, as well as surprisingly practical."
Humming, both low in his throat and throughout his entire body with the way Alec touched him, Magnus thanked the vendor after paying and then started walking away. He looked up at him quickly, a little surprised at the question itself but smiling at him warmly. "Of course, Alexander. You're so good at it, you know," he praised him, slipping a hand into one of Alec's back pockets.
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"You also weren't comfortable with your sexuality when we met," he reminded Alec as a means of explaining why he had been at a loss for words around Magnus on more than one occasion. Thoughts of the past quickly fled his mind as Alec used the rope to pull him closer, blood rushing through him in a thrill that left him feeling warmer than before. "I'd deny you at first," he replied, rolling both wrists to wrap his hands in the rope and take control, tugging Alec even closer. He knew they were putting on an inappropriate display, but there wasn't a single molecule in his being that cared. "I'd see how long you could last before calling out for me, for my touch. And then, once I give in, I won't stop until you pass out." And he didn't give a damn about what was ruined in the process as long as Alec felt thoroughly satisfied and loved at the end of it all.
Smiling with another wicked flash of his sharp teeth, he carefully placed the rope back on the display table and gave the vendor a wink, sending him scurrying to fill their order. He could feel Alec's growing arousal, and he knew he'd be able to see it outlined in the tight leather of his pants once they pulled apart—if ever. "Slightly, though I'm hardly an expert. And I'd prefer to find something a little more artful to display on our coffee table," he added, teasing Alec with a quick squeeze of his ass. He felt bad for alluding to his past sexual experiences, but he was trying to be more honest with Alec about his life when his husband openly asked. "It is. Kinbaku-bi means 'the beauty of tight binding' in Japanese. It's lovely to look at, as well as surprisingly practical."
Humming, both low in his throat and throughout his entire body with the way Alec touched him, Magnus thanked the vendor after paying and then started walking away. He looked up at him quickly, a little surprised at the question itself but smiling at him warmly. "Of course, Alexander. You're so good at it, you know," he praised him, slipping a hand into one of Alec's back pockets.