Something always seemed to draw him toward Magnus. At the party where they'd first met, he'd spoken when normally he would have remained stubbornly silent. When he'd woken in the infirmary, sore and barely able to believe he was alive. Their first kiss and after their first date... his hands always seemed to reach toward Magnus, needing to touch even before he'd been out of the closet. Fear unable to completely override the need to feel Magnus beside him, against him.

Nipping Magnus' lower lip before he pulled away, Alec almost pouted when Magnus took a step backward. Catching his husband's hands, he realized that Magnus wanted to see him with his wings. Stretching them out completely, he tipped them so that the feathers would catch the light around them. Gold flecks shimmered, bringing out the owl-like patterns that had somehow been incorporated into the magic. He began to protest that he couldn't be that beautiful, even with the stunning wings Magnus had created, but to his husband, it was true. Just like Alec always thought that Magnus' cat eyes were stunning.

Smiling at his husband, he let the laces slide between his fingers as Magnus stepped close enough for a kiss. He wanted to look, to become flustered by the lace shorts and the soft shirt the way he had before the party, but he was distracted by the desire he could see in his husband's eyes. Keeping the kiss gentle and languid, he trailed his fingers over Magnus' shirt, lingering briefly over his heart where he'd drawn dozens of love runes before cupping the back of Magnus' neck. "Good because it's true, Magnus. You are my best dream come true." Glancing over at the bed Magnus had magicked up for them, he let his other hand slide over the gold lace to cup his ass. "And I want to make your fantasies come true."