The stars are brighter tonight, Alec notes. Maybe it’s because he feel so unabashedly happy with Magnus’ warmth pressed into him, with the way Magnus keeps leaving sloppy kisses against his pulse point, trailing down to his shoulder and his collarbone. Maybe it’s the way their mouths meet and everything becomes a little heated, more demanding, more needy, but it never truly escalates. Maybe it’s the way they push and pull, the dance they know so well by now, until they’re left breathing into each other’s spaces. Maybe the sky is happy for them. And it’s one of those sleepy, late-night thoughts, but it makes something magical bloom in Alec’s chest, right under where Magnus’ hand lies.
Alec Lightwood in Shadows in Moonlight by dandymot
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