It was still kind of unbelievable - in a good way - to hear the other man saying something like that. Not that Alec didn’t know that there was something there, no, but to feel that his own feelings were reciprocated in that way both took a weight from his heart and thrilled him to no end. This was all knew, but it didn’t feel like he was losing the ground beneath his feet at all; he still had a hand to hold onto while he jumped into something he had absolute no control over, or experience in. Any worries about it being awkward between them after having sex, they dissipated when he looked at Magnus and saw him smile.
There really wasn’t a moment in his life he remembered being so at peace, though exhilarated at the same time as they were lying close, holding onto each other. Magnus lips set his skin on fire where he placed kisses on the Shadowhunter, and Alec let his head fall back a little, closing his eyes for a moment to commit this feeling to memory, though he hoped they’d have more night like this, together. Though maybe he was getting a little ahead of himself; for now anything they could share, he would gladly take it.
Alec practically beamed, seeing the sincerity on the Warlock’s face, and hearing it in his voice. The hand resting on the Warlock side moved again to pull Magnus just a little closer, not that there was much room anymore. But this way he could kiss him again without either having to stretch too far. It wasn’t exactly a chaste kiss, but it was a short one because Alec couldn’t keep the smile off his face too long. “I’m glad. You make me happy, too” he told him, just to clarify that it wasn’t just the sex at all, that had him feeling like that.
The last comment made Alec giggle - he’d deny it under torture, but he laughed, blush spreading on his skin, from his ears to his chest, but he was quick to retort. “It’s good to know all that training if good for more than just running around the city. But maybe” a grin formed on his face, “maybe, since this is a ‘vigorous activity’, I could exchange it for some of the training. So you’d stay in shape too.”
To hear that he made Alec happy . . . it was not something the warlock took lightly. Magnus felt this intense responsibility -- in the best way possible -- to make the Shadowhunter happy. To make good on all the promises and words of encouragement that had prompted Alec to go against his mind and listen to his heart. He never wanted him to regret that decision, and so, hearing that Magnus could make Alec smile like that, make him blush like that . . . caused the Warlock’s own heart to swell with the utmost joy. Because Alexander’s happiness, was Magnus’ happiness.
He closed his eyes, soaking in the kiss and never growing too familiar with the feeling. For each and every time, it caused his heart to flutter and emotions rush through his body. A sensation unlike any other. Magnus belatedly opened his eyes to gaze upon the beautiful man that lay in his bed next to him. At his tease, Magnus’ smile faded into a look of playful appall and offense, if only to encourage the teasing mood between them.
“Alexander, are you implying that I am not in shape?” He playfully accused. “Not that I’m opposed to the idea of you exchanging time for other kind of training in favor for this . . . “ He added on with a bit of a mischievous grin. “But I’ll have you know . . . “ He swiftly moved his body so that he was on top of Alec, simultaneously taking the Shadowhunter’s hands and pinning them on either side of Alec’s head against the bed. “I am very much in shape.” Clear suggestive flirtation in his voice as he leaned down to steal another kiss.
