"That's answer enough for me", I say, grab Alec's hand and pull him towards the exit. I don't get far, Alec holds me back and looks at me reproachfully.

"First say goodbye Magnus. Then play", he says with a grin. Of course. First goodbye. Or actually I should introduce myself properly first. Since arriving, I've only met a handful of people and the bride and groom, the stars of tonight, were not among them. I look around searchingly and catch sight of a whole row of dancing people. Only now do I realise that the hall is bursting with partygoers who are strangers to me. The atmosphere is boisterous, the alcohol is flowing, the dance floor is packed and one or two people are not sleeping alone tonight. If he sleeps, that is.

Alec, too, stands there somewhat indecisively and looks around searchingly. Suddenly he starts moving and again I stumble after him. This too has somehow become our thing. The thought makes me grin and become careless. Alec stops abruptly and I bump into his back. Apologetically, he turns to me and puts a hand to my cheek.

"Are you okay?", he asks lovingly and I just nod.

"Fine. This is Izzy", he says and his look of concern a moment ago turns to affection. He loves his siblings very much.

"Izzy, this is Magnus", he says, revealing his sister. She beams all over, her fawn eyes shining with joy and happiness. She looks beautiful in that stunning dress and silky shiny black hair. Simon stands next to her. He stiffens imperceptibly and his eyes pass nervously back and forth between Alec and me. Why is Simon so nervous?

"So you're the man who charmed my brother in Vegas", Izzy says, and Simon blushes. What is wrong with him? I just ignore Simon and hold out my hand to Izzy. Immediately she pulls me into a tight hug and I can't help but return it.

"Yes. Enchanted might be right", I reply and hear Alec's sister chuckle. Him too, by the way. I quickly break away from Izzy and look alternately at Simon and his wife.

"I wish you all the happiness in the world. All the best to you guys. You make a beautiful couple."

"So do you", counters Izzy, laughing, and Simon almost chokes on his drink.

Before I can say anything back, I feel Alec's hands on my hips and his body pressing gently but firmly against mine. "I agree." He murmurs in my ear and a chill runs down my spine. Alec has an insanely erotic aura and once again it catches me ice cold.

"Let's go", he says in a rough voice, my body takes control, I shudder and press my lips tightly together to keep from moaning out loud.

"Nice meeting you guys." I say goodbye. But Izzy has other plans.

"Are you leaving already?", she asks, looking at her brother disappointedly.

"We're going", replies Alec. "Where to?" I suspect what is about to happen.

"Away." Izzy winks conspiratorially at Alec and Simon looks sheepishly at the floor. This one is apparently very interesting. He tries to distract himself so as not to have to witness this conversation. With the tip of his shoe he paints some kind of pattern on the wooden floorboards and I wonder what his problem is. His wife knows by now that he was at our Elvis wedding in Vegas. And obviously she doesn't hold it against him, otherwise she would hardly have married him.

"We're leaving Magnus. Have a good evening, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And remember your room mates", Alec says firmly and grabs my hand. I just manage to wave goodbye. Alec pulls me out of the hall and I can hardly follow. His long legs literally fly across the floor, suddenly he's in quite a hurry.

"Alec not so fast", I say with a grin.

"This is all taking far too long already", he replies. So it's the same game as always. Alec pulls me around, I stumble after him. But this time I am prepared and attentive. We climb the stairs quickly, Alec leads me purposefully to his room. Silently we stand in front of the room door, dark wood, old. It has a beautiful brass handle set with a floral vine pattern above the beautifully designed handle. And as I suspected when I entered the entrance area, the owners of this beautiful hotel attach great importance to high-quality furnishings and the preservation of the old charm. There is no electronic locking system with one of those dull white plastic cards. Alec pulls a small gold-coloured key out of his trouser pocket. I didn't notice Jace handing it back to him. When did this happen?

Alec turns the key between his fingers somewhat indecisively, he seems nervous. I don't know him like this at all. I quickly take his hand, interlock our fingers and squeeze lightly. I want to show him that I am here, that this is what I want.

"Do you trust me?", asks Alec. His eyes fix on an imaginary spot on the grain of the wood in front of him. I nod slightly and Alec looks at me urgently.

"Words Magnus. I want you to say it", he demands and his voice has dropped several octaves. Fuck this is turning me on so much. The blood in my body gathers to the next trip and I swallow dryly.

"Yes. I trust you", I reply quietly. The words come surprisingly easily from my lips and don't feel wrong. On the contrary. It's exactly what I want. I want to trust Alec and give myself fully to him and this game.

"And I trust you. That's the most important thing", he replied, inserting the key into the lock. With a soft click, the door springs open and Alec gently pushes me into the room.

It is beautiful. So is the rest of this impressive mansion. Alec wasn't underplaying. The bed is really big, covered with sheets and linen so brilliantly white and spotless. The sight almost hurts against the contrast of the dark wood. The bed is a true masterpiece of wood and shapes and thus clearly the centrepiece of the room. On the headboard, an intricate carving, shapes, patterns, a large flower in the middle, framed by vines. My gaze continues to roam the room. Long white curtains flank the large window, revealing a view of a large beautiful garden. A chest of drawers made of the same wood as the bed, I'm sure Alec can tell you a lot about its type and texture. The sun is already setting, the clouds are turning orange with a hint of purple. The moon begins to cast its light over the world and with it us. Shadows flit across the room, finding their place for the night, lingering there until the first rays of the new day chase them away again.

"Beautiful, Alec. The hotel is a dream", I say, looking at him for the first time since we entered the room. He smiles slightly and the uncertainty of a moment ago is gone. Back is the glitter and sparkle in his eyes. He is in charge, he decides what happens. We don't have to talk about it. We both know it. It has been like this with every one of our erotic adventures. And I don't intend to deviate from it now.

"Prepare yourself", he says, holding a small box out to me. I nod and lick my lips seductively. Alec growls and quickly I disappear behind the door of what I assume is the bathroom. Muffled, I hear Alec's voice and his request to put my clothes back on after I'm done. So he meant it when he said he wanted to undress me. My heart races at the thought of his hands touching me.

I have never been so nervous and tense when I wanted to make love to a man. I used to just take it. It was sex, lust, satisfaction. A climax, complete ecstasy for the moment and then everyone went their separate ways. I usually never saw the men again and if I did, then only for a blowjob in the toilet of a club or a quick fuck because the pressure was too great. Then Julian came along and there too it was more me who was the driving force. But this time it's different. I am involuntarily married. With a wonderful man whom I appreciate but do not love. And yet there is something deep inside me that tries to chase away all doubts and fears. Unknown feelings and always the question, why him? Why Alec?

Before I leave the bathroom again, I take a deep breath. My hand is already on the trigger. Cold and slick the metal feels, but the cold doesn't manage to get through my heated skin and calm me down. Don't be a coward Magnus. It's only sex. I keep muttering these words softly to myself and finally push the uncertainty to the back of my mind. It's best to put a big box in front of it so that it can't escape. And the sight of Alec literally takes my breath away and I swallow dryly as my gaze falls on the bed.

By now the moon has driven out the sun, it is dark in the world and outside the window the shadow of a tree moves to the light breeze of the wind. Only the soft moonlight illuminates the room, Alec stands in front of the bed and looks at me from greedy eyes. An interplay of light and shadow lies on his body. He wears nothing but his skin and I stare at his chest and the muscles testifying to hard physical labour. His pale skin is radiant and the contrast with his black hair is overwhelming, erotic, sensual and he is so beautiful.

"Come here", he says in a raspy voice and I suppress a moan. Fuck his manner and that voice are driving me crazy. Alec reaches out for me and without hesitation I take it. He pulls me close to his body, covering my cheeks and jaw with breathy kisses. My hands find their way to his hips and caress the wonderfully soft skin. The curve of his buttocks under my fingers intensifies the tingling inside me. Alec kisses my lips, it's more of a graze and I groan in frustration. I want to taste him, but he won't let me. Instead, his sensual lips continue to roam over my jaw and down my neck. Briefly he sucks on my earlobe and I forget everything around me as this sweet sin moves further and further down my neck. I remember our awakening in Vegas and the marks of a passionate night on our bodies. I'm pretty sure we'll wake up the same way tomorrow.

Alec caresses my neck with countless kisses, I tilt my head to the side, offering him more space and signaling to him through the sounds from deep inside me that this is exactly what I want. I want him to kiss me dizzy, to make my skin glow and my blood boil. I want him to fuck me and transport my mind to another galaxy. Blindly he reaches for the bow tie around my neck, unties the knot and lets the silky ribbon slip into my hand. His lips flutter gossamerly over my neck, he undoes the button of my tuxedo jacket and slides the fine fabric off my shoulders. I watch Alec as he hangs the jacket over the back of the chair to my right. He takes the silk from my hand, our fingers touch and the warmth of his skin has something familiar about it and calms a little my wildly beating heart. The cross-binder lands on the jacket and I see that Alec's clothes are already folded on a second chair. His shoes are lined up next to them and I smile at the sight. It's typical Alec and reminds me of our first evening. The malty taste of the beer and the smell of longing and desire settles on my senses, floods my body and makes me shiver slightly. Alec is standing close to me, my mind still on my house, when a touch on my cheek makes me jump.

"Do you want me to stop?", he asks and I shake my head vigorously.

"No." He nods slightly in confirmation and looks deep into my eyes as he begins to undo the buttons of my snow-white shirt. Slowly he slides the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms. The friction creates an excited tingling sensation and only the touch of his skin on mine can ease the feeling. But Alec is careful not to touch me. He carefully folds the shirt and lays it on the seat of the chair. Only now do I notice that it is made of the same wood as the bed. And the backrest has the same floral pattern with countless vines. I take a deep breath and try not to lose my temper. Alec suddenly kneels in front of me and undoes the straps on my shoes. I slip them off my feet and he places them next to the chair. The same image as on the other side. There is something reassuring about it, Alec doesn't talk but gives me all his attention. Again he kneels in front of me, his fingers run over the waistband of my trousers, undoing the button and I moan slightly as his thumb brushes over my penis. Deftly he unzips the trousers, pulls them down over my hips and looks at me in surprise.

Alec wanted me to get dressed again, though he didn't mention what clothes. So I decided without further ado to leave the shorts off. Piece by piece the fabric slides off my hips, exposing more and more heated skin and the arousal of my body. His gaze is on my penis and I breathe heavily, closing my eyes to resist the urge to thrust my hips forward. Letting Alec take the lead excites me greatly and this is clearly visible. I can't manage to turn my head off. I hear a soft rustling and have the image in my mind's eye that Alec creates with this sound. He folds my trousers and puts them with the other things. He conscientiously goes about this task. Again and again he surprises me anew and yet it is precisely these things that warm my heart.

"Open your eyes Magnus", says Alec and I do as he says. We stand facing each other and look at each other's bodies. No words are necessary, we are enjoying the moment, taking in each other's every muscle, every movement. Alec is visibly aroused too. His chest rises and falls a little faster than normal and the fingertips of his right hand rub together incessantly. He is truly beautiful, his muscular upper body forming a perfect symmetry, broad shoulders, pronounced pecs and abs. Strong muscular arms, silent witnesses of hard physical work. The light chest hair dark and soft, I know the sensation, feel the texture already under my fingers. The bones of his pelvis stand out sharply, hard muscles, a shapely V-line adorns the groin and I swallow dryly as my gaze falls on his penis. Hard and stiff, it stretches out towards me, covered in soft warm flesh and gossamer veins. The shiny wet tip is soft pink, the cleft a little darker and I whimper as the twitching shows me the full extent of his arousal. I lick my lips greedily and am about to reach out and wrap my fingers around Alec's hot penis to feel its hardness and heat when he growls. He gruffly knocks my hand aside. With this gesture he clearly shows me that he is in control, that he is the one of us who sets the pace.

With one step Alec stands in front of me, our tips lightly bump together and I moan loudly at this electrifying feeling. Alec can't suppress it either. I stare spellbound at our tips touching lightly, sliding against each other, creating friction. Just a little bit at a time, it's enough to get my hormones pumping and me sweating. It is incredibly arousing and I reach for my penis. Alec grips my wrist, holds me back and I am frustrated. But also immensely aroused. He leans forward, puts his lips to my ear.

"My tongue will make your whole body quiver Magnus. Tonight you're mine and when I'm done with you, you won't want anyone else." Alec strokes the outside of my neck as light as a feather, just the tip of his index finger skirting my shoulder and on down my arm. Goosebumps cover my body, his path continues onto my hip, slowly and deliberately Alec caresses my lower belly, circling my belly button. With the flat of his hand he glides up to my breast, the warmth of his skin captures me, the tips of his fingers graze my nipples and again a soft moan escapes me, all too soon the attention has passed. But Alec has apparently made it his goal to drive me completely out of my mind.

His lips fly over my body. Every inch of skin he covers with kisses. Lithe as a predator on the prowl, he walks around me, standing only a few millimetres away. His body lightly touches my back, his lips breathe kisses on my shoulders and neck. Automatically, my hands move back a little, find his hips and caress this beautiful body with gentle movements. Alec's kisses leave an electrifying tingle and a chill runs down my spine as he gently bites my skin and marks me. I moan heavily, push my ass backwards, feel Alec's penis hard and hot. He rubs against the cleft of my ass, licking and kissing my heated skin, caressing my chest and I claw hard at his hips. Growling, Alec bites the back of my neck, the sensations intensifying with every second that passes. I'm hot and my heart almost leaps out of my chest. It's so incredibly erotic. Alec circles my nipples with both index fingers, sometimes gently, then again more firmly. An interplay of friction and light pressure. His hot breath makes my skin literally burn, while gentle bites and loving kisses intoxicate me at the same time.

My penis is painfully swollen, adrenaline rushing quickly through my veins and I tilt my head back, placing it on Alec's shoulder and begin to stroke myself. "Fuck this is so good", I gasp, pumping myself faster and faster. I need release because it's already within my grasp. Suddenly I feel Alec's grip on my wrist and I flinch briefly. Growling again, he bites my neck, harder this time.

"Don't do that Magnus", Alec murmurs in my ear. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and release my grip on my throbbing penis.

"We were going to play for a bit." My legs shake like crazy and my knees go weak. I think of the box and its contents that Alec took out of my pocket earlier when I was in the bathroom. I see the contents lying on the large bed in the corner of my eye, neatly draped. Even now I barely manage to mask my excitement. Now my excitement is added to and the knowledge that Alec is about to take me into a world unknown to me until now.

Incessantly, Alec strokes my quivering chest and flat stomach. Each of his touches leaves a boiling hot trail on my skin, almost burning me. His teasing twirling of my already hard nipples only intensifies the sensation. I can't help but moan out my lust unbridled. Alec's hard cock continues to rub against my ass while his lips longingly caress my neck. I feel like I'm floating and have to restrain myself from taking off completely. I have never felt foreplay so intensely and experienced it with all my senses.

"You removed something from the box", Alec whispers in my ear. He kisses my neck and sucks on the skin. With a deep gasp he gets his answer and he obviously doesn't like it at all.

"Yes", I reply and Alec jerks away from me. Shaking and with legs as soft as Jell-O, I have to use all my strength not to slump to the floor. We haven't even started yet and already it feels like I've done a hundred-metre sprint. My head is spinning and I try to calm down a little. I miss Alec's touch. My breathing settles down to normal and the trembling also lessens. Alec stands beside me, watching my every reaction.

"And you put something else in there for that. Look at me Magnus." I turn my head slightly and look into Alec's deep blue eyes. His look tells me everything. No more shallow foreplay. No more caressing and tender touches. He wants me and my body. Doubts and fears, insecurity and the question of whether what we are doing is right are blown away. It is not important. What counts is that we both want it, that we want each other.

"Only today I leave the choice to you. Tell me what you want." My eyes slide over the various things in Alec's mysterious box. They are all familiar to me, but not all of them are familiar. In the years since I came out, I've had plenty of sex. But nothing strongly experimental has ever been involved.

"I want the plug", I say without giving it much thought. Alec's expression brightens and I'm pretty sure that's exactly the answer he was hoping for.

"I'm into bondage", I admit quietly. It makes me a little uncomfortable. Few of my partners have been willing to get involved.