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Gig outfit!

Made a shirtless version under the cut bc why not :3

EVER! BEEN! IN!

all of my vessel babies all in one place and they have proper refs now!! I’m super happy bc there’s this thing that I’ve been thinking of doing and this was part of step one. putting the rest under a cut cause I kinda got lengthy and I love talking about my ocs so...

This takes place when Alec goes to Edom to rescue Magnus. In this, Edom manifests people’s warlock marks/Nephilim wings. 

This place makes Alec’s skin crawl, his stomach nauseous. He keeps putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring the giant elephant following behind him, just behind his shoulder blades. Edom has changed him, brought out his angelic features in a way that can’t happen on Earth. But he can’t worry about that, not when he’s trying to find Magnus. 

He looks around at the building he’s walking through, stormy clouds flashing overhead. He can feel Magnus, knows he’s getting close. Stepping into a room that reminds Alec of a messy library, his breath stutters. There, standing near the wall, with his back turned to Alec, is Magnus. Two huge, towering leathery wings stretch out behind Magnus’ back, black as tar. 

“Magnus?” Alec stutters out, his chest feeling near bursting with emotions. Magnus turns slowly, his left wing pulling closer to his back so he can look back at Alec. Magnus’ eyes widen, glowing beautifully yellow. 

“Alexander?” Magnus’ voice is soft, questioning, like he can’t believe his eyes. 

They’re moving, meeting in the middle of this room, clutching at each other tightly. Alec’s own wings reach forward without his permission, rubbing against Magnus’. His belly quivers with the touch, the softest leather rubbing against his feathers. It feels good but it also feels more intimate than anything else they’ve ever done. It sparks a flame in Alec’s chest, one only Magnus can put out. 

Magnus kisses Alec, pulling him back until he’s seated in the throne at the end of the room, pulling until Alec gets the picture and crawls into Magnus’ lap. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Magnus confesses, his hands sliding up and down Alec’s chest, like he needs to keep reminding himself that this is all real. 

“I’d come for you no matter where you were, Magnus.”

Their kisses grow more and more heated. Alec wonders if this place is affecting his lust, pulling it out of him. But then Magnus is biting at his throat and Alec can’t find it in himself to care. With a snap of his fingers, Magnus magically opens Alec’s jeans, his cock exposed to the air. He shivers, feeling wanton in his desires. 

Alec’s hands move towards Magnus’ pants but Magnus grabs his wrists, pushing them behind Alec’s back and using his magic to keep them there. Alec whines, his hips moving forward, silently begging to be touched. 

“I love you,” Magnus murmurs between stinging bites to Alec’s deflect rune. Alec is overwhelmed, so many sensations, so many feelings. His wings shiver and shake, spreading out in reaction to his feelings. 

Magnus’ big black wings curl around Alec’s back, stopping his wings’ motion, pinning them into place on his back. “Oh,” Alec breathes, lust threatening to choke him. “Oh, Magnus.”

“Hold still, my precious angel,” Magnus whispers, his yellow cat eyes dilating as Alec whimpers. The claws at the end of Magnus’ wings dig into Alec’s sensitive foliage, making him toss his head back and moan. He’s restrained in every way, completely encased in Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He closes his eyes and lets the pleasure crash over him as he comes over Magnus’ fist. 

“There we go,” Alec hears as warm wetness hits his belly, signally Magnus’ own release. In the aftermath, they sit together curled up on Magnus’ throne. 

“Not to be a buzzkill,” Lorenzo states as he enters the room. “But we really should be heading out.”