Fics like Sweetheart, I'm the boss and I'm gonna make tonight a show

She’s looking over at what Jace has come to call “Magnus’s Couch” — the place where Magnus sits every night he comes, holding court over the downworld and over the club. But it’s not the couch that has her so delighted and enraptured, it’s what’s on it. Jace never thought Alec was a clubbing sort of person — he always seemed so uncomfortable if they had to go to a club for a mission — but here he is, splayed out in Magnus’s lap. There’s a ringed hand around his throat, lips on his neck, and he’s got his eyes shut, head flung back and resting on Magnus’s shoulder. Magnus’s other hand, Jace notes, in a shocked, almost numb sort of almost-horror, is down Alec’s pants. Which is about when he realises that he’s currently staring at his parabatai getting off with his boyfriend. In public. Alec’s always been so repressed that Jace never thought he’d see this — he’d half-thought that Alec was saving himself for marriage. Then his blood runs cold, because he realises something very important and also very, very bad: Alec, when caught up in the pleasure he’s being given; when not stressed and tired and upset, as he so commonly is, is pretty. In fact, he’s not just pretty — he’s gorgeous.

Fics like Sweetheart, I'm the boss and I'm gonna make tonight a show

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