ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Tha's good..." The words trailed off into unintelligible gurgling sounds until they stopped all together, being replaced by comfortable, pleased sounds, the knots in his lower back slowly softening and unwinding.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex kissed him again, suckling on his bottom lip, "Mhmmm.~"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He mumbled, biting back a moan and kissing him back. He felt a little awkward, with all of the handsy stuff, but he wasn't about to say anything about it. There was a part of him - a large part, though he didn't think about that too much - that enjoyed the attention.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex was definitely not uncomfortable. In fact, he seemed to know what he was doing. His hands cupped Nicky's backside, keeping him hoisted against him as they kissed.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Alex." He looked vaguely amused, a whole lot of dazed, and a little suspicious.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex hummed in response, nudging his nose along his jawline, "Hmmm?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

His eyes fluttered closed, a smile forcing its way on his face when it started to tickle. He laughed softly. "What are you doing?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Touching you," Alex squeezing his backside lightly, his lips curving into a lazy smirk.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Wh- eep!" Face turning a pretty red, the young Shadowhunter ducked his face into Alex's shoulder, fingers in the top of his boyfriend's shirt at the back of his neck. "Y-You're not allowed to do that! Nope!" Despite the comment, there wasn't any heat behind the words. If anything, his stutter at the beginning and accelerated heartbeat betrayed that even though he tried to pretend he didn't like it, he did. More than he'd ever admit to himself.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Why not?" Alex trailed those smirking lips down Nikolas' neck, fluttering over his pulse.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"B-because!" His not-objections - they didn't even count as objections since they sounded like mere moans compared to rejections - were starting to get a little breathy, his body growing hot. His eyes were already closed, but he had a feeling as his body took over and he turned his head automatically for easier access to his neck that he wouldn't be able to open them even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. Because at least if they were closed he could live in this fantasy a little longer. Maybe it was a dream. A really good dream. That should never end. Except knock on wood, because now it might since he thought that. Stupid karma. And all of this was his conscious nervous ramblings inside his head because even his brain was telling him to go with the flow, and he wasn't anything if not stubborn.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You're so cute," Alex chuckled, kissing him again, and squeezing him again.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Stop it." He lifted his hands and played with his face incessantly. "Or I'll make you look like a duck." He frowned as if finally hearing his comment. "I am not cute! I am anti-cute! I am the manliest of all man!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Oh yeah," Alex's expression was comically serious, his lips curved into a smirk, "You are so manly."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"I am." He huffed, all indignation and pout with a jutted out bottom lip. "Just for that," he yanked on the Russian's long hair, "you get that."