A fact. Alec loved Magnus’ hands. There was something so amazing in the simple fact how different they were depending on what Magnus was doing with them.
They could be powerful. Alec witnessed it almost every day, looking at Magnus while he was using his magic. Something as simple as a palm could generate something as strong as to destroy something or someone. They could heal at the same time.
They were gentle. His skin weren’t rough or calloused and maybe that’s why Alec liked so much to be touched by them. The smooth skin against his calloused hands gave him reassurence while needed. When they were on his cheeks, gently stroking, he could feel comfort washing over him. When they were wrapped around other parts of his body he felt love.
They were simply beautiful. The bronze skin was highlighted by all of the rings Magnus wore. Alec would never admit it, but when Magnus was sleeping he usually circled one of his fingers around his boyfriend’s ring finger imagining the one special ring that would grace his hand. Maybe not now but in the future. Yes. In the future.
And Alec never missed an opportunity to worship them. He loved lacing his fingers with Magnus’. He loved lifting the warlock’s hand to his lips kissing softly his knuckles. He loved taking Magnus’ rings off his fingers. He loved tracing shapeless patterns on his palm, feeling the oh so smooth skin under them.
So when Magnus lifted his hands and put them on his cheeks, while reassuring him that he will be back he couldn’t help but nuzzle into them, knowing that this touch, this simple feeling would be something that Alec would never get tried of feeling loving because it grounds him in a way that only Magnus can.
