#deztare

Magni leans over his lab table a lot, always working on a concoction or new experiment in the late hours of the night. Altare doesn’t mind, he’s a night owl himself. He goes on his late-night walks and always returns to Magni still in the lab, brow furrowed as he examines his test results or the scratch of his own handwritten notes.

Altare may not be the model citizen for getting the most rest, but he can sense the tension in Magni’s shoulders; he’s been at it for hours and was due for a break. But telling him to rest wasn’t so easy; Magni was more likely to brush him off and say “in a minute” than to come willingly out of the lab. So Altare would have to lure him out.

However, as Altare walked over to where Magni sat in his lab, he caught a glimpse of a cluster of moles scattered across Magni’s neck, like constellations. Altare swallowed, seeing how Magni’s hair brushed the back of his neck softly as he leaned his head into his hand. The temptation to lean down and brush his lips along the gentle line of his neck was strong.

So he did. The way Magni didn’t startle told Altare that Magni had known he was home and heard his approach, but MAgni still yelped softly and blushed a warm shade of pink as Altare let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met, Altare not bothering to hide his intention.

“Come to bed?”

“… Okay..”

The lack of resistance made Altare chuckle as he pulled Magni from the lab. He knew just what would loosen the alchemist’s shoulders…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48270013/chapters/121733827