I’m dying. He would be soooo hesitant at first, but then Magnus would rile him up.

He’d give Alec that smile, the one that says “just come over here for a little bit. I’ll be nice, I swear.” and then stretch out on a bed, taking a sip from his glass. When Alec came over, Magnus would ignore him, just playing with his rings, drawing lines in the air with fire and stroking his hands over his own body.

Alec would get so frustrated, so desperate, that he would grab a silken cord from beside the bed, leaning over Magnus and snatching the drink from his hand. He’d press Magnus down.

“Stop ignoring me,” he’d hiss. Magnus would smile.

“Not ignoring you, dear Alec. Simply taking my pleasure in other things,” he’d tease.

And Alec would slip the rope around his wrists, all in an instant, his moves lightning fast. Magnus would laugh, straining at his bonds, but Alec has tied so many knots before that he can’t escape. Finally, Alec would lean in, kissing Magnus hard.

Of course, this is what Magnus has wanted all along.

[It’s Sleepover Saturday!]