Alec leans closer, entire body drawn towards Magnus like a magnet, and he gets a whiff of something warm, expensive-smelling, masculine. "Do you think this is working on me?" Magnus' voice is a low burr that hooks itself into Alec’s skin and makes him prickle all over. “I guess I’ll know when this night is over.” Holy fuck, Alec wonders, feeling dazed. How is this guy even real?
Rhamnousia:
Абсолютно изумительный фик. Смешной то посинения. Логичный. Интересный. Оригинальный. Бонусом - миллион комментариев которые в совокупности тоже доставляют много удовольствия.