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The club is exclusive and intimate, small enough for them to be noticed. There’s a surprised lull in the conversations of the guests. It lasts barely for a few seconds before the other goes continue with their own business

"Well, then," Magnus says, "it’s nice to know that I’m not that easily forgotten." Alec lets out an inelegant snort and and mumbles something that sounds a lot like understatement before he takes the hand Magnus offers and follows him deeper into the room.

"Still good?" Magnus asks, watching Alec take in the large open space.

A bar is running along one side of the room, with several guests enjoying a drink. An eclectic array of divans and fainting couches is scattered across the lavish room, interspersed with armchairs and seating groups. Most are occupied by people talking over drinks, but quite a few are taken by people who are —well, fucking, there’s no delicate way to put it.

"Les Chandelles" is a highly exclusive club, heavily warded to ensure absolute discretion and keep any straying mundanes out. Shadowhunters aren’t exactly prohibited from visiting with a member, but with most of them so busy scuttling around to maintain *the law* it’s probably been decades since one set foot into the club. Alexander though had been more than intrigued when Magnus regaled him with yet another rather sordid tale of his past.

"Still good," Alec confirms, his voice tight but sure. He stops in front of a deep red fainting couch with an ornate silver frame and sits, tugging Magnus down into his lap. His breath is hot against Magnus’s cheek. "And ready."

It takes a moment for a word to sink in, but when they do Magnus can’t hold back a breathless laugh. "Alexander, are you telling me that you’ve fucked yourself open in my bathroom while I was outside and agonized if this is really what you want?" The hot blush that starts in the dip of Alec’s throat and spreads quickly down below his open shirt collar is answer more than enough.

"Well, yeah, you’re a terrible influence." Alec’s voice is low with arousal, but there’s also a slight tremor to it, a mix of nerves and anticipation Magnus understands only too well.

"I am indeed," Magnus says, leaning in until they are sharing the same breath. "I would have been a gentleman and invited you to watch."

It’s Alec who’s bridging the small distance between them. Magnus opens up for him, groaning when the kiss turns from eager to desperate and filthy. With his eyes closed he can almost imagine they’re at the loft, Alec’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer until their bodies slot together like two halves of a magnet.

But at home there isn’t the sound of sex surrounding them and the sharp sensation of being watched. Gods, Magnus is so hot already, the charged tension in the room and Alec’s body curving into him enough to make him riled, frantic.

A gorgeous moan rips out of Alec’s throat when Magnus rocks against him, hips snapping up sharp and urgent, sending a hot throb of want through Magnus’s body. He chases after Alec’s lips, shivering at the feeling of Alec’s fingertips dipping into his waistband and below, one large hand curving over the top of his ass.

"Is that what you want," Magnus murmurs when he notices Alec’s eyes flickering to their left where a Seelie has his companion bent over the back of a divan.

A shiver goes through Alec. "No," he says, voice catching, reaching down to squeeze around the hard line of Magnus’s cock. "I want this inside of me and I want to see you."

The bold request burns through Magnus blood like fire, a low, pulsing ache settling into his balls. Magnus closes his eyes for a moment, tries to push down the overwhelming arousal that threatens to consume him. Fuck, he wants so many things with Alec, he just—wants. Needs.

He rolls Alec over on his back, snapping his fingers to remove their clothes. Alec’s thighs part immediately for him, cradling his hips. His breath comes in hot little pants and he’s dripping against his stomach, a sheen of sweat already glistening on his skin. He’s the very picture of decadence, pale skin and dark hair poured against red velvet, and Magnus can’t help but touch, dragging his fingers over smooth skin and coarse hair down to Alec’s plump cock, little sparks of magic marking his way.

"Don’t," Alec pants, one of his hands closing over Magnus’s hand on his cock, keeping it still. "Sorry, I don’t want this over too soon." He shivers, his hips lifting into Magnus’s touch despite his request. "Fuck, this is even more intense than I thought."

"You’re far too tempting for your own good, Alexander," Magnus says, smoothing his palms up over the inside over Alec’s thighs, his thumbs stroking the crease where his legs meet his body. "Can you feel it? We haven’t even started playing and already everybody is looking at you."

"Well, then let’s start playing and give them something worthwhile," Alec says. "Fuck me."

Magnus exhales hard, struggling not to give in to the seething hot lust that crashes over him. He lifts up one of Alec’s legs, draping it over the back of the couch, and shuffles forward until he can lift Alec’s ass onto his lap. Alec other leg curls around his own thigh, his foot stroking over Magnus’s calf in a devastatingly sensual caress that takes his breath away.

Magnus slicks them both with a quick spark of magic before he wraps a hand around his cock and presses against the pinch of Alec’s hole. It’s tight, oh fuck, so tight it makes his head spin. "God, Alec, are you sure——," he starts, but any concerns he might have are cut short by the lascivious moan Alec shudders out the moment the flared head splits him wide and open.

"Fuck," Alec breathes and arches his back, clenching down hard on Magnus’s cock. "Again. Want it, want to feel you."

Magnus obeys with shaking hands, eyes riveted to Alec’s rim clinging to the head of his cock as he pulls out, yielding slowly when he pushes back inside. He fucks Alec open like this, slow and hard, in and out to the rhythm of Alec demanding more and again, lets Alec feel the burn every time he sinks a little deeper.

His breath is coming in quick, choppy gasps when he finally sinks inside, a long, slow glide until his balls are pressed tightly against Alec’s ass. Under him Alec’s hole body is a sweat-slick bow of want, one hand fisted in his own hair, the other curled tightly around his cock and balls.

"You like this," Magnus says, hissing when Alec contracts around the width of his cock, trying to keep him inside when he pulls back. Alec’s head falls back and he lets out a lascivious cry when Magnus thrusts back in, up and in, just where he needs it, slow and hard. "You like letting them watch how gorgeous you are with a cock in your ass."

"Yeah, feels good," Alec murmurs, pushing his chest up in a wanton little display that makes Magnus hips stutter with the heat that pours into his gut. "Fuck, you feel so good. Magnus, come on…" Alec lets go of his hair and trails his hand over his chest to his belly, pressing the heel down hard where Magnus is moving inside of him, arching his spine to coax Magnus deeper.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Magnus can feel the faint pressure against the head of his cock every time he bottoms out and suddenly there’s just hot, all-consuming want lighting up his nerves. "Not gonna last," he chokes out, gritting his teeth against the throbbing ache in his balls. He’s aware of the stares they’re drawing, but the only thing he sees is Alec ruthlessly chasing his pleasure. Wrapping a hand around Alec’s cock he fucks in hard and grinds his hips in slow circles until Alec’s face breaks with pleasure. He contracts sharply around Magnus’s cock and shakes apart with a shocked moan, his body a sinful arch of greed and decadence.

"Don’t stop," he says, a lazy satiated hum that punches Magnus right in the the gut and he comes with a breathless gasp, Alec’s ass still pulsing around him, wringing the pleasure from him in a relentless pull until he’s sore and utterly spent.

They tumble down in a boneless heap, catching their breath and sharing kisses. "Well, that was intense," Alec finally huffs out on a laugh. "I’m pretty sure every guy here in this room wants to be me." He leans up for another kiss. "Pity for them."

"So you enjoyed it?" Magnus asks, cleaning them up with a twist of his fingers. "Enough to come back another time and show them what you can do with that gorgeous cock of yours?"

"Maybe," Alec says. He cradles Magnus’s face and strokes his thumb under Magnus’s eye. "It was good, more than good, but I really missed your eyes.""Well," Magnus says, swallowing against the sudden lump in his throat. "Why don’t we go home then and you can look at them to your heart’s content while I ride you."

"Yeah," Alec says, one corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. "Let’s do that."