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"Well, here we are," Magnus says as he slides the hotel keycard into the slot for the lights.
His partner for the night, Alec, immediately looks a little overwhelmed. Magnus doesn't blame him — the VIP suite in Edom Hotel is obnoxiously ostentatious, with a little too much gold and gilt even for Magnus. But it features access to a private elevator from the parking space in the basement, and Magnus likes to pamper his partners a bit even if it's just for the night.
"Don't worry about it. Technically, I don’t have to pay for this," Magnus tells Alec.
Alec frowns. “Do you know the person who owns the hotel or something?”
“Something like that,” Magnus agrees with a smile. It’s part of why he found Alec so fascinating. Alec has apparently been overseas somewhere for a number of years, only recently returning to New York, and seems to genuinely have no idea who Magnus is — or more accurately, who Magnus’ father is.
"Shall we shower first?" Magnus suggests.
That calls Alec back to the reason that they're in the hotel room. He nods, looking slightly nervous but determined to go through with it. "I'll go first?"
"Or we could just shower together," Magnus says with a wink.
"Uh, maybe next time," Alec mumbles, and practically flees to the bathroom.
Magnus shrugs and goes to pour himself a drink. When he books the VIP suite, the staff know to put a bottle of good single malt whiskey at the bar in the room, and Magnus goes out to the balcony to enjoy his drink while he waits.
Magnus has to admit that thanks to his father's foresight in building a hotel here, there are probably people willing to pay the actual exorbitant price of booking this room for the spectacular view. No matter how many times he looks out at the lights of the city reflected in the harbour, he never tires of it. Unfortunately, there's seldom anyone to share it with; he hasn't been in a steady relationship for years, and too often, his temporary partners are just interested in the sex or his money, too much in a hurry and too busy looking elsewhere to take a minute to just admire the view with him. Dating is complicated enough as it is, and it gets even more complicated when you're the sole heir to one of the largest investment and property development companies in Indonesia, and now New York as well.
Magnus is on his second glass of whiskey when the shower stops running. Alec steps out in one of the thick white hotel bathrobes, open just enough to show some chest hair and for Magnus to catch a tantalising glimpse of strong thighs, and Magnus congratulates himself on picking a promising one tonight. He offers Alec free access to the bar while he takes his turn in the shower and comes out to find Alec on the balcony nursing an inch of whiskey.
"It's a great view, isn't it?" Magnus asks as he walks over to join Alec.
Alec nods. "Yeah, I've been away for so long but there's just no place like New York."
"You mentioned that you were away for a few years. Why did you leave?”
“I was offered a teaching position in Barcelona. But after a few years of living alone, I decided that being close to my family wasn’t such a bad thing after all,” Alec says.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder?” Magnus suggests.
“Something like that,” Alec agrees.
“And what did you teach?"
"Gastroenterology,” Alec replies. "Basically, it's—"
“The medical study of the digestive system. I suppose that means that you're quite particular about what you put in your mouth, and what you swallow,” Magnus says with a salacious wink.
Alec frowns, clearly not getting Magnus’ joke but aware that something isn't quite right with that statement. “Uh, I’m not really picky about food? But everything in moderation.”
"I prefer to live by the motto, 'Anything worth doing is worth overdoing'," Magnus says with a grin, and empties his glass. "Can I get you another glass of that?"
At least Alec gets the hint this time. "Uh, no, thanks," he says, his gaze moving from Magnus' chest to somewhere a little lower; then he finishes his whiskey as well in one gulp, and lets Magnus take his glass.
When Magnus returns from putting the glasses down, he steps in a lot closer to Alec, and Alec licks his lips nervously.
"I've never done this before," he blurts out. "I mean, hooking up."
Magnus raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Then why the exception tonight?"
"I don't know?” Alec says, but Magnus thinks he does, from the way Alec is looking at him.
"Don't worry about it. I'm hardly one to judge," Magnus says, and leans in to kiss Alec.
It turns out to be all encouragement Alec needs. He kisses Magnus back eagerly enough, still a little shy but with growing confidence, and when Magnus slips his tongue into Alec's mouth, Alec surprises Magnus by grabbing a handful of Magnus' ass and squeezing. Magnus lets him pull their bodies flush against each other's as their kiss gets more heated, and Magnus feels a sizeable bulge under Alec’s bathrobe.
“Do you want to do it here, out on the balcony? I don’t mind,” Magnus murmurs against Alec’s lips.
Alec lets out a groan that sounds like that idea is simultaneously a thing he never knew he always wanted and the most terrifying thing he’s ever considered. “Bedroom,” he finally manages, although he’s already slipping his hands under Magnus’ bathrobe.
The short journey to the bedroom proves more complicated than it should be when they can’t seem to stop kissing each other or keep their hands off each other. They miss the doorframe by a few feet, and Alec’s confused grunt when he finds himself pinned against the wall makes Magnus laugh a little. But his laughter is lost in a moan when Alec grinds against him, and since their bathrobes are barely holding it together after all their messing around, Magnus finds a hard cock pressed against his stomach, soft warm skin against his own.
"Magnus," Alec gasps.
Magnus manages to manoeuvre them both into the bedroom just before Alec yanks his bathrobe off his shoulders completely, and they tumble onto the bed with Magnus already naked. Magnus makes short work of Alec's bathrobe, and for a while they just rut against each other, a tease for what's to come. Alec's cock is leaving a trail of precome on Magnus' body, and he doesn't protest when Magnus nudges his thighs apart with his knee.
"Bottom?" Magnus asks as he reaches for the tube of lubricant on the nightstand, and to his relief Alec nods immediately.
He coats his fingers generously and presses one finger into Alec — or at least he tries to, but Alec's body clamps down on him.
"You'll have to relax a bit, darling," he coaxes Alec gently.
"I know," Alec grunts, but Magnus can tell from Alec's furrowed brows and clenched jaws that it's not going to happen without some help.
Magnus kisses his way down Alec's body slowly, feeling Alec's eyes on him, and Alec lets out a low moan when Magnus finally wraps his lips around his cock. Sucking gently, Magnus flicks his tongue against the sensitive head of Alec's cock a few times before trying to put his finger inside again, but even with the lube helping, he doesn't manage to get further than the tip of his finger before Alec is tensing up again. Magnus pulls off Alec's cock gently and sits back on his haunches.
"Sorry," Alec says, clearly frustrated with himself.
"You don't have to apologise," Magnus assures him with a smile. "Let me guess — you've never bottomed before."
Alec opens his mouth to deny it immediately, then clears his throat and tries again, this time with the truth. "Um, yeah. But I knew what to expect of course," he insists.
Reading about it or watching porn isn't the same as doing it, though. "We don't have to fuck," Magnus says, but even as he says it, he has a feeling that it's not what either of them wants or needs tonight.
Magnus is happy to experiment during sex as long as everyone involved is willing, and he's been fucked in the ass by cocks both real and fake, but he doesn't do getting fucked on a one-night stand. It's too intense, and he's been known to make an embarrassing amount of noise even for him, and sometimes he's so fucked out that he ends up saying or doing stupid things afterwards that he wouldn't have done in his right mind. Plus, it leaves him feeling too vulnerable, which isn't a state he wants to be in with someone he barely knows, since it's not always easy to tell if someone he's picked up mostly for their looks is going to turn out to be an asshole. That is one rule he absolutely refuses to budge on — no assholes allowed near his asshole.
And yet, even though he's known Alec for about three hours give or take, and doesn't even know his last name, Magnus finds himself saying, "How about I bottom for you instead?"
Alec swallows hard and licks his lips. "Yeah, OK."
Magnus leans over him to kiss him, a soft press of lips together now that the frenetic mood has been interrupted. Alec kisses him back with the same earnest eagerness as before, and Magnus rocks against him as Alec grabs his ass and gives it another appreciative squeeze.
"Do you want to do the honours and prep me?" Magnus suggests.
Alec nods and lets Magnus coat his fingers with lube, and Magnus moans into Alec's lips as he presses a finger into him. It's been a while for Magnus too, but he remembers to relax around the intrusion and push out as Alec's thick finger slides into him and manages to take Alec's finger all the way to the base in one go. Alec moans, their cocks getting hard again as they start rutting against each other, and seems to be drinking up Magnus' expression as he fucks Magnus slowly with his finger.
"Another one, darling," Magnus urges him, and oh Alec's fingers feel amazing as they open him up. Magnus finds himself fucking back onto Alec's fingers, chasing that pleasure, and Alec looks as affected as if he was the one being fucked.
By the time Alec gets a third finger in, Magnus is ready to ride Alec like a fucking stallion and may have actually said it out loud. Alec barely has the presence of mind to roll on a condom and lube himself up before Magnus grabs the base of Alec's cock to steady it and sits straight down, taking half of it inside him in one go and making both of them cry out.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Magnus gasps as he fucks himself down a little more on Alec's cock.
It has been far too long since Magnus has last been fucked, and right now he wonders why he doesn't try to make it happen more often, because it feels incredible. There's just something deeply primal about letting someone thrust their dick into such a sensitive part of your body, and the whole complicated messy world falls away in the face of the pure pleasure of being stretched open and filled up by a hard cock. And because so much of sex is in the brain, even though Magnus has made peace with his sexuality years ago, there's always that rebellious thrill from doing something that he's been told is taboo all his life.
And then there's Alec, who seems quite overwhelmed but can't help grabbing Magnus by the hips — to steady him, at first, then later to pull Magnus down to take his cock as deep as it will go, his hips jerking upwards in an increasingly disjointed rhythm.
"Magnus, I'm gonna come," he moans. "Fuck, I'm—!"
Magnus stops a moment to catch his breath as Alec shudders under him. He is going to feel this tomorrow — not just in his ass, but in his thighs and his abs, but Magnus is still rock hard. He starts touching himself, teasing his own cock and balls with gentle touches and rolling his nipple between his fingers, but he can tell Alec is already softening inside him.
"Sorry," Alec grunts. That's the second time tonight that he's apologised. In another partner, Magnus might have started to find it annoying. But Alec says it so reflexively, like he’s apologising for accidentally walking into Magnus or something, that Magnus just finds it amusing.
"It's alright. I'm enjoying the sense of achievement from knowing that I’m the one with superior stamina after all," Magnus teases as he lifts himself off Alec's hips and lets Alec's cock slip out of his body. He sees a glint of something in Alec’s eyes.
Magnus reaches behind himself, intending to ride his own fingers instead, but Alec stops him.
"Let me make it up to you," Alec says, already sitting up in the bed.
He has Magnus lie down on his back, then leans down to kiss Magnus softly before he nudges Magnus’ legs apart and settles between them and takes Magnus' cock into his mouth without any finesse. But Magnus can hardly complain when Alec is sucking his cock like his life depends on it then thrusts three fingers straight into him and starts finger-fucking him at full throttle. Magnus gasps and arches into the beautiful wet heat of Alec's mouth as Alec's fingers curl and find his prostate, and he barely gets a chance to warn Alec before he's coming hard down Alec's throat with a shout of pleasure.
Alec swallows it all down, sucking gently at Magnus' cock until it's almost too much to get every last drop, and looks just a bit smug when he finally slips his fingers out of Magnus and releases his cock from his mouth. It seems like Alec may have a competitive streak.
They shower together and end up jerking each other off, and by the time Magnus settles under the covers, he's feeling pleasantly boneless. But his partners don't always want to stay for the night, some of them leaving immediately after the sex is done, so it's the cherry on the cake when Alec settles down under the covers next to him and lets him wrap his arm around him.
"Good night," Alec says, turning his head for a kiss.
"Good night," Magnus replies, and turns off the lights.
--
The next morning, it takes Magnus a moment to place where he is. Someone is snoring softly in his arms, and when Magnus shifts, Alec blinks awake mid-snort, which makes Magnus chuckle.
"Hey," Alec says softly, and immediately goes in for a kiss.
"Good morning," Magnus replies between kisses, which Alec respond to with great enthusiasm.
There's some fumbling with lubes and condoms and before he knows it, he has one arm hooked under his own knee to hold himself spread and Alec is driving his thick cock into him with soft grunts of exertion, his body curled around Magnus' back and hand stroking Magnus' cock in time with his thrusts. At this angle, the head of Alec's cock is pressing right into Magnus' prostate, so he honestly can't be blamed for the way he's moaning out praises for Alec's cock when it's fucking him so beautifully.
"God, right there, Alec — harder, fuck me harder," Magnus gasps as the pressure in his balls builds and builds.
His free hand goes to his cock as well, and all it takes is a dozen firm strokes for him to come into their joint hands, clamping down so hard on Alec's cock that Alec comes with a loud groan as well, burying his cock deeper into his ass and grinding desperately into him as he comes.
For a long while, neither of them can speak.
"Fuck. That was..." Alec mumbles. He kisses Magnus' shoulder in lieu of words. "At least I managed to last this time."
Magnus chuckles and turns around to kiss him properly. "Well, you know what they say — practice makes perfect."
"Yeah?" Alec murmurs. "You wanna practice some more? And I mean, doesn’t have to be today."
It's not the first time Magnus has had a partner from a one-night stand ask for a little more, but it's the first time Magnus finds himself considering it seriously. Maybe it's because Magnus has gone for at least two years without assplay to being fucked twice in a night, but something about Alec makes him want to say 'yes'.
"Let's have some breakfast first, to build up our energy," Magnus suggests instead. "The hotel does a mean Belgium waffle."
The more Magnus thinks about it, the more it makes sense to give Alec a chance and see him again. He seems sweet, and sex always gets better with a regular partner. It doesn’t have to be proper dating, but even having a regular no-strings-attached sex partner would be less emotionally tiring than the endless one-night stands.
Alec offers to pour Magnus another cup of tea and demonstrates his excellent observation skills by remembering how many cubes of sugar Magnus takes his tea with, and Magnus makes up his mind.
“I can’t believe a man like you is still swinging single,” Magnus says.
“I’ve been so busy at the hospital since I came back,” Alec says with a shrug. “And with all the apps and stuff these days, dating just seems unnecessarily complicated."
“I agree. I guess we got lucky meeting each other in the bar last night, then,” Magnus says.
“Yeah,” Alec agrees. “Really lucky."
They are rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. Their breakfast orders have already been delivered; Magnus frowns and gets up to answer the door.
“Yes?” Magnus demands as he opens the door, but it isn’t one of the hotel staff. “Ragnor? What are you doing here? I’m kind of busy right now,” Magnus whispers, closing the door behind him.
“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if you would just pick up my calls,” his best friend and legal advisor says with a sigh.
“But you keep wanting to talk about boring things,” Magnus shoots back.
“Magnus, have you read any of the letters that your father’s lawyer has sent you over the last few months?”
“Obviously not,” Magnus snorts. As a matter of fact, all of the emails that have his father’s name in them are automatically filtered into the trash bin.
“Well, I really wish you had,” Ragnor says, and hands Magnus a tablet. “Did you know that your father added this to the conditions of the succession agreement?"
When Magnus turns 35, he is supposed to join Edom Group as Vice-President of the company, and is eventually expected to succeed his father and become the CEO. Magnus is not looking forward to that prospect, but it’s the only way that he gets to keep his inheritance. It’s still ages away though, so he hasn’t wanted to think about it until he can’t avoid it anymore, but as Ragnor has pointed out, there is an addendum to the succession agreement. According to this new document, Magnus is expected to have been married for at least one year before he is eligible for the position, and the deadline for him to submit a marriage certificate or a prenuptial agreement is today — at noon, to be exact, which leaves him with about four hours to get himself a spouse.
“Is there anyone at all whom you could ask?” Ragnor asks.
Magnus has had several serious relationships, but they are exes for a reason. “Let me get dressed,” Magnus mutters, and slips back inside the VIP suite.
Alec is still at the dining table drinking his coffee, and he frowns when he looks up and sees the expression on Magnus’ face. “What happened?"
Alec is sitting in a shaft of morning light that bathes him in gold, and his hair is still sticking up every which way from their night together. There’s also the fact that he’s dressed in a bathrobe and not much else.
Magnus blames the next words that come out of his mouth on the fantastic sex addling his brain.
“Alec, how do you feel about getting married?"