Day 26. Boring Sex

The thing about Magnus is, after all these years, he really hasn't changed in the way he fucks Taako. He takes his time at first, always kissing him until Taako’s lips are sore, always stretching him open one thick finger at a time. Always mouths over his ears, kisses down his neck, sucks on his nipples.

And it's not bad, necessarily- Magnus still fucks him into the mattress, fucks him so hard and so well he has trouble walking the next day. If Taako wants to mix it up, he can take control, if Magnus is willing to give it. Usually he is.

But it’s predictable. Knowing what’s coming doesn’t make it feel any less incredible, but Taako has the routine memorized at this point. So when Magnus keeps looking at him, keeps finding excuses to brush up against him, Taako knows what he wants. Sometimes he’ll tease Magnus about this, about being <i>so obvious</i> when he wants Taako. And Magnus will blush and laugh and kiss him.

And Magnus does kiss him, after they’ve retreated to his room- they don’t have sex in Taako’s room very often. It’s messy to the point of there being very few surfaces not covered in Taako’s stuff. His bed is usually full of clean- dirty?- clothes that he either hasn’t folded or hasn’t washed, and it’s just easier to work in Magnus’s room.

The kiss starts off gentle, soft- Magnus’s lips are rough and warm against his as he presses Taako back against the door. His hand is so big on Taako’s hip- all of Magnus is so big, especially compared to Taako. Sometimes it’s hot. Other times it’s an absolute nightmare, like when Magnus hides the best snacks in the highest cabinet. Not that Taako can’t levitate whenever he feels like it, but it’s the principle of the thing. He focuses back on Magnus’s hand, though, because it’s creeping around his hip, brushing over his ass before sliding up underneath  the back of his shirt. His callused hand is rough against Taako’s smooth skin in a good way, and then Magnus’s fingers are rubbing between his shoulder blades, making him melt.

Magnus brushes his tongue against Taako’s lips, and Taako parts them. Magnus an incredibly good kisser and has Taako pliant in his arms before too long. Taako knows what comes next, and he wants to be on the bed for it, so he pushes Magnus’s hips gently until he gets the idea and lets Taako lead him to the bed. He lays him down so easily, so sweetly before pushing Taako’s shirt up and peppering his belly with kisses. Sure enough, he lavishes attention on Taako’s nipples for what feels like hours until they’re all but raw and sore. Taako is absolutely a mess by the time Magnus sits up, a strand of spit stretching between his mouth and Taako’s nipple before breaking. He wipes his mouth, and Taako starts fumbling with his pants. Magnus laughs at him, gently swatting his hands away and tugging his pants down his thighs.

Taako is hard, cock poking out from the slick curls between his legs. Magnus strokes his thumb over it, earning a hiss before Taako sits up and starts undoing Magnus’s belt. He helps push his own pants down and off, and kneels on the bed as he strips his shirt off. His abs flex as he does, his muscles defined and so hot. Taako wants to kiss his scarred chest, kiss each and every mark on him. He’s well on the way to doing so by this point, surely.

Magnus has to get his dick out of his bedside drawer along with a bottle of lube, and he bends down to kiss Taako as he tightens the straps around himself. They frame his ass so nicely, black leather across dark, tanned skin and taut muscle. Then he’s climbing onto the bed between Taako’s legs, kneeling, uncapping the bottle and pouring lube onto his fingers. Some drips down on Taako’s thigh and he flinches at the coolness of it. Magnus puts the bottle to the side and presses his fingers to Taako’s asshole, circling the rim of it, letting the lube warm up against his skin and letting Taako prepare. It’s not a surprise when he presses a finger in, slowly and carefully like they’ve never done this before. Taako hooks his legs around Magnus as best he can, pulling him in, asking for more, and Magnus obliges. Another finger has Taako thrusting down onto his hand, trying to get as much of Magnus in him as possible.

It doesn’t take much to get him ready, anymore- one thing Magnus has changed is how long he fingers Taako. He used to work him open for ages, making sure he was ready. Now it only takes a few minutes before Taako is whispering a mix of pleas and curses, and Magnus doesn’t want to keep him waiting.

He slicks his cock with lube before teasing the tip against Taako’s hole. And just as Taako is about to complain, he pushes in and Taako’s hands go to his shoulders as his legs lock around his back. He slides in to the hilt easily, Taako pushing his hips down to get more of Magnus’s cock faster. The pace he starts with- the pace he <i>always</i> starts with- is slow. Not quite gentle, but purposeful and deep, and it always has Taako digging his nails into Magnus’s skin and telling him to go faster. Not one to disappoint, he always does.

When Taako gets to the point of squeezing his eyes shut and rolling his hips down onto Magnus, he brings a hand between his legs to stroke Taako’s dick, rolling it between his knuckles or circling his thumb over it. He’ll speed up, fucking Taako into the mattress, rubbing his cock until Taako screams- he always screams- and he doesn’t let up until the elf loosens his grip and goes limp.

And Magnus is a gentleman- he pulls out, strips out of his harness, and takes care of himself unless Taako offers. He usually does, but tonight he’s just watching Magnus through a cracked eyelid, breathing hard. That’s okay. It doesn’t take long for him to come, waves of his orgasm rippling through his body, and when he’s done he lies next to Taako, skin sticky with sweat and come, and falls asleep.

It’s predictable, but predictable never has to mean bad.