They were both lucky, though at times Magnus thought that it must be more than that. He'd lived for so long without someone like Alec in his life—he'd had friends and lovers, of course, but nothing compared to the soul-deep sense of connection and belonging that he had with Alec. If he thought about it, he was terrified at the possibilities of if he hadn't been born immortal, or maybe had been killed a century or even just a decade earlier, they would never have met. That kind of fate definitely felt like being each other's soulmates rather than simple luck.

Feeling Alec shiver beneath him, Magnus was drawn away from metaphysics and back to purely physical thoughts. The sounds Alec made, always so honest and unrestrained, made his cock twitch where it pressed against Alec's hip. "We should think about the wedding another time," he said, surprising even himself by they lack of interest in party planning; it wasn't surprising considering the distraction stretched out beneath him.

"Some people are into hot wax play, you know," he said with a laugh but no indication of whether or not he shared said interest. "I never want to hurt you, though, and I'm glad you wouldn't ask that of me." It would be impossible to give anything beyond the bites and scratches that were often entirely unintentional results of his overwhelming passion.

He was ready to engage in some overwhelming passion when he noticed Alec's interest shifting from kissing Magnus' hand to inspecting the very specific target of his smallest finger. Magnus hadn't given much thought to his own red string—he loved one soul at a time, always had, and Alec was very clearly the one he loved. Brows knitting together in a frown, his eyes also traced the winding curve of his second string. "What..." For once, he felt at a total loss for words. "Do you think it's because of your soul bond with Jace?"