All right, I'm starting to have trouble focusing on breakfast. When you say stuff like that, I mean. [ He doesn't have the right words to put into a text message. And he spends a fair amount of time trying to think of a few. ]
[ Not that Magnus gives him any time to answer. No more than a couple of seconds pass between the buzz of Alec's cellphone and the sound of Magnus entering the apartment. ]
Alexander~
[ Magnus calls from the doorway, moving towards the kitchen where he presumes Alec is waiting. ]
Are you okay, darling? Are you starving? Do I need to nurse you back to health?
[ No time to reply indeed. Alec's already stashed his phone in his pocket by the time Magnus is done saying his name. He's smiling a little in the general direction of the ground when Magnus enters, though once he raises his head, it looks like he's making an attempt at being slightly more somber.
Slightly. ]
Hey, Magnus. [ His reaction to the queries seems overall quite good-natured. In an Alec-to-Magnus sort of way. ] Pretty hungry, not sure I'm starving yet though. [ He takes a half-step closer to Magnus, lessening a little distance between them. ]
[ Magnus immediately dumps the breakfast he's carrying on the nearest flat surface, moving to get rid of the distance between them entirely.
He gives a soft, mock worried tut and presses heavily ringed hands against Alec's cheeks as if to check for signs of wasting away. ]
Are you sure? I could tuck you in, serve you breakfast in bed. I make a lovely nurse, you know.
[ Although his tone is concerned and there's a faint furrow between his brows, Magnus has a hard time controlling the curl that tries to tug up at the corner of his lip, or the way his silver lined eyes sparkle with amusement. ]
[ Oh boy. Absolutely nothing about any of this lends itself to Alec managing to keep his composure. If it's not the way Magnus hurries to his side, it's the way he touches Alec without pretense, or maybe that hint of amusement underneath his words, which are the sort that make Alec's lips twitch too.
He's not really sure what kind of expression they're evoking, if it's concern or amusement or something else entirely, but he definitely just stands there in silence for a long enough moment that when he finally speaks, it's like the words are escaping some kind of mental barrier. ]
Uh, I bet you do. [ No, wait, is that what he wanted to say...? ] I mean, you don't have to do that.
[ Magnus doesn't rush him for a response, his thumbs stroking along Alec's cheekbones in quiet appreciation. While he delights in teasing Alec with innuendo, even just being allowed to touch Alec in this way is enough to send a thrill through Magnus. When he says he doesn't mind waiting for Alec, he truly means it. Every moment being around him and getting to know him better is a moment to be savored.
Magnus laughs in surprise, sliding the fingers of one hand down along the sharp line of Alec's jaw. ]
Alexander! [ And while he makes an attempt to sound scandalized, it isn't very successful with the weight of his happy amusement still heavy in his voice. ]
Are you picturing me in a skirt?? [ He leans in, the pitch of his voice dropping lower when he whispers: ] I have amazing legs, in case you're wondering.
[ And just like that, Magnus is straightening up and stepping back, moving towards the bags of food he brought with him. ]
I didn't know what you wanted to so I got a little bit of everything! Sausage, bacon, pancakes, a breakfast burrito. We can take the tortilla off and it's an omelette!
[ It's the fact that Magnus doesn't rush him that helps Alec feel so at ease around him. They have a kind of equilibrium that he's honestly never been able to match with anyone else, not quite like this anyway. It's nice, but also pretty vital to Alec himself, otherwise it'd probably be tough to let someone in this close.
His lips twitch again and his eyes drop at the comment about Magnus in a skirt. Someone else could've made that really embarrassing, but honestly? The way Magnus plays it, it's a little cute. ]
I already knew that. [ He would only say as much to Magnus in the privacy of his home, but. It is true. Kinda pointless to deny it... ] Not all nurses wear skirts. I know that much, too.
And burritos sound good, if you're in the mood.
[ As soon as he says as much, he's quick to look at Magnus. Like he's anticipating some kind of burrito-related euphemism or something. ]
[ There is very little about Alexander that Magnus doesn't find charming. They don't always agree, but they've managed to jump over some rather large hurdles for a chance at this. It might seem ordinary, almost dull, to spend the morning together puttering around the kitchen bantering back and forth, but Magnus has been starved for this type of affection for so many decades that he can't help but indulge in the small, day to day events.
Alec's simple, straightforward compliments satisfy him in the way no elaborate flattery ever could. The warmth spreading honey thick and golden beneath his skin remains there as he sets about unpacking the makings of breakfast. ]
I don't think any outside of porn do these days. [ Magnus admits with a laugh. Arching his eyebrows, he gives Alec a look over his shoulder but bites his lip, refusing to be that predictable when he sees the expectant look. ]
[ Alec starts to gravitate closer to Magnus as the process of breakfast-making seems to be getting on a roll. ] Can I help? [ He asks because he wants to help. Not because he's a great cook, but because doing something with Magnus sounds nice. Something kind of normal and average and every-day. ]
I wouldn't know. About those nurses, or the skirts. Skirts aren't my thing.
[ That really didn't need to be said, did it? Not only is that not something Alec finds entertaining - he kind of prefers to be with someone face to face, not watching other people on a video screen - the whole "nurse in a skirt" aesthetic is definitely not in his sphere of interest. At all.
He clears his throat. ] Your legs though, maybe.
[ Would he have ever let those words leave his mouth a month ago? Probably not. But that's Magnus. He lets Alec stand in his kitchen and clumsily offer to help with breakfast and he lets Alec say the things in his head. ]
[ With Alec so close, Magnus can't (more like won't) stop himself from leaning back and brushing a light kiss against his stubbled cheek. He could get used to this. Coming home to Alec after dealing with obnoxious clients. ]
Grab me a bowl from the top shelf and a knife from the drawer, please.
[ Sure, he could just have bought the burritos, but then he wouldn't get to see Alec puttering around his kitchen.
A smile grows wider on his face with each word, finally turning around from where he was washing his hands to look at Alec with amusement lighting up his features. ] Maybe? [ Pursing his lips, Magnus glances down at his legs and back at Alec, tapping his fingers against the kitchen counter. ] My legs are maybe your thing?
[ As they've already begun to discuss a little, that feeling is mutual. Magnus' home feels like a place that's safe, in a certain sense. Apparently there are things that are unsafe in the apartment, but it definitely gives Alec a feeling of... peace? Or something akin to contentment. These are sort of foreign feelings to him, so he probably couldn't put his finger on it if you asked him.
At Magnus' request, he nods and moves to comply. He's still thinking about that kiss when Magnus questions him about the...
Thing he said about Magnus' legs. While he's facing the opposite direction to grab the knife Magnus asked him to retrieve, he lets himself smile a little and roll his eyes. The smile is still there when he turns around. ]
Okay, no 'maybe.' [ He crosses the distance between them yet again, leaving only enough space to pass the bowl and knife to the counter before he leans forward to press a mirror of Magnus' earlier kiss to his cheek. ] I like them about as much as any other part of you. Which is a lot.
Definitely a lot compared to nurses and skirts or whatever.
[ Alec is now back within his reach, and Magnus wastes no time in pressing his hands flat against his broad chest. His hands skim upwards, fingers tracing a light path along Alec's neck before Magnus laces them together behind the nape of Alec's neck. ]
Keep talking dirty like that and we'll break out that nutella sooner than expected.
[ His tone lilting and flirty. Yet when he uses the the hands on the back of Alec's neck to tug him down for a kiss, it's soft and sweet rather than filthy, almost chaste in the way that he doesn't push to deepen it but simply enjoys the closeness of Alec's mouth against his own. ] And because I didn't get to say it before leaving this morning... [ Magnus mumbles into the scarce space between them, bumping his nose affectionately against Alec's. ] Good morning, handsome.
[ Alec clears his throat by way of reply, timing the sound with a movement to lay his hands on Magnus' hips. He's still figuring this out, but he's not shy about showing affection in ways that are already mapped out in his head.
His grip tightens just slightly when their lips touch. That always sends a little thrill right through him. Though his brain sometimes still needs to be reminded sometimes that he's allowed this, he never enjoys it any less than the first time. And it's not just this warm, relaxing moment, but the fact that he gets to share it with Magnus Bane of all people that surprises him so. Someone of whom he's pretty deeply fond and getting more fond by the day.
Following the motion, Alec lets his forehead rest against Magnus' for a second. ] Morning. Good to see you again, Magnus.
[ He draws back, pursing his lips slightly like he's holding back a smile. ] Still not really sure what you plan on doing with that nutella.
[ Magnus gives a soft, pleased hum at the hands that land on his hips. They're strong hands, capable hands, and most importantly, Alec's hands. They're beautiful, and he could spend an entire evening simply pressing soft kisses against Alec's knuckles, his fingertips, against the center of his palm... Although if pushed, Magnus would have a hard time coming up with a part of Alec he wouldn't enjoy worshiping.
Lips curving into a sly smirk, Magnus pats Alec's cheek lightly as one might an adorable child. ]
I could tell you, but I think I'd rather let you come up with a few ideas yourself.
[ It's a quiet, thoughtful murmur which probably means Alec may or may not be walking in on Magnus licking nutella from a spoon the next time he comes over.
He leans back, breaking the intimate contact of their foreheads even if he's rather enjoying being so close to him. ]
The burritos are not going to make themselves, Alexander.
[ The very thought that any part of him is worth that kind of attention is more than a little baffling to Alec. Attention, yes. He gives plenty of attention to his body, but only insomuch as it's a tool for fulfilling his duty.
Well.
A little less of that sort of thinking goes through his head now. He's pretty clearly thinking about something else entirely when Magnus pats his cheek and offers that thoughtful comment. It's definitely thought-provoking... ] Magnus. [ He doesn't inject too much energy into sounding scandalized.
No point. They both know he's probably a little curious.
His fingertips stop just shy of wandering around the hem of Magnus' shirt. ] Okay. No more distractions? [ He raises his hands, palms up. See? Focused. ]
[ Magnus is willing to take on the heavy burden of teaching Alec that his body is a tool for fulfilling far more pleasurable things than his duty. In due time. Really, despite his demon blood he must be a saint.
For now, he'll settle for bringing him the pleasure of a full stomach. There's a strong urge to lean in and catch his lips in another kiss, and Magnus has always been weak to resisting his cravings. It takes more effort than he'd like to admit to remain pressed back against the counter.
Alexander Lightwood is dangerously addictive, and Magnus does so love to overindulge.
He eyes Alec's hands, his lips twitching before he schools his features into a serious expression, voice pitching low. ]
How very disciplined of you. [ With his own hands held up in the air in a mirror of Alec's actions, Magnus gives his fingers a little wiggle and bites back a grin to solemnly promise. ]
I'll do my best. [ So... he'll probably manage to keep from touching Alec for at least five minutes. With a flourish, Magnus points to the meats, cheeses, and veggies he's set out for them to get them back on track before he decides cuddling in bed is a better idea and drags them out of the kitchen. ]
[ Alec thinks Magnus is sort of saintly. Well, his patience. He's a lot nicer than Alec would be to people who ask redundant questions or who don't pay attention to explanations the first time. He's patient with Alec, who sometimes feels like he's lagging a few steps behind where he wants to be in terms of navigating a new relationship.
As for pleasure, that's still a relatively new concept, too. It's not like he's never felt good in his life, but he's not used to doing things solely for that purpose.
He's learning though. Slowly but surely.
Magnus' comment causes him to scoff a little. Disciplined? He's the picture of discipline. Never mind how their relationship began. Just because he had one very public, very memorable moment of throwing self-control right out the window (for his own good) and just because he's maybe had one or two of those in private since... that doesn't mean he's abandoned discipline entirely.
Does he also want to kiss Magnus right now? Maybe a little. Would he kick up a fuss about being "dragged" off to bed? Probably not.
(Does he want to eat? Well, probably.) ]
Peppers? Are there bell peppers in there? [ He shifts a little, looking over the different food items Magnus has set out for them. He's still hovering pretty close, perhaps less aware of the lack of distance between them than he once would have been. ]
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I'll be there soon.
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All right, I'm starting to have trouble focusing on breakfast. When you say stuff like that, I mean. [ He doesn't have the right words to put into a text message. And he spends a fair amount of time trying to think of a few. ]
I'll just
I'll be here waiting.
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[ Not that Magnus gives him any time to answer. No more than a couple of seconds pass between the buzz of Alec's cellphone and the sound of Magnus entering the apartment. ]
Alexander~
[ Magnus calls from the doorway, moving towards the kitchen where he presumes Alec is waiting. ]
Are you okay, darling? Are you starving? Do I need to nurse you back to health?
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Slightly. ]
Hey, Magnus. [ His reaction to the queries seems overall quite good-natured. In an Alec-to-Magnus sort of way. ] Pretty hungry, not sure I'm starving yet though. [ He takes a half-step closer to Magnus, lessening a little distance between them. ]
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He gives a soft, mock worried tut and presses heavily ringed hands against Alec's cheeks as if to check for signs of wasting away. ]
Are you sure? I could tuck you in, serve you breakfast in bed. I make a lovely nurse, you know.
[ Although his tone is concerned and there's a faint furrow between his brows, Magnus has a hard time controlling the curl that tries to tug up at the corner of his lip, or the way his silver lined eyes sparkle with amusement. ]
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He's not really sure what kind of expression they're evoking, if it's concern or amusement or something else entirely, but he definitely just stands there in silence for a long enough moment that when he finally speaks, it's like the words are escaping some kind of mental barrier. ]
Uh, I bet you do. [ No, wait, is that what he wanted to say...? ] I mean, you don't have to do that.
Obviously.
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Magnus laughs in surprise, sliding the fingers of one hand down along the sharp line of Alec's jaw. ]
Alexander! [ And while he makes an attempt to sound scandalized, it isn't very successful with the weight of his happy amusement still heavy in his voice. ]
Are you picturing me in a skirt?? [ He leans in, the pitch of his voice dropping lower when he whispers: ] I have amazing legs, in case you're wondering.
[ And just like that, Magnus is straightening up and stepping back, moving towards the bags of food he brought with him. ]
I didn't know what you wanted to so I got a little bit of everything! Sausage, bacon, pancakes, a breakfast burrito. We can take the tortilla off and it's an omelette!
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His lips twitch again and his eyes drop at the comment about Magnus in a skirt. Someone else could've made that really embarrassing, but honestly? The way Magnus plays it, it's a little cute. ]
I already knew that. [ He would only say as much to Magnus in the privacy of his home, but. It is true. Kinda pointless to deny it... ] Not all nurses wear skirts. I know that much, too.
And burritos sound good, if you're in the mood.
[ As soon as he says as much, he's quick to look at Magnus. Like he's anticipating some kind of burrito-related euphemism or something. ]
sorry this took so long! busy with holiday stuff
Alec's simple, straightforward compliments satisfy him in the way no elaborate flattery ever could. The warmth spreading honey thick and golden beneath his skin remains there as he sets about unpacking the makings of breakfast. ]
I don't think any outside of porn do these days. [ Magnus admits with a laugh. Arching his eyebrows, he gives Alec a look over his shoulder but bites his lip, refusing to be that predictable when he sees the expectant look. ]
Sounds delicious~
not at all! I hope you had lovely holidays! c:
I wouldn't know. About those nurses, or the skirts. Skirts aren't my thing.
[ That really didn't need to be said, did it? Not only is that not something Alec finds entertaining - he kind of prefers to be with someone face to face, not watching other people on a video screen - the whole "nurse in a skirt" aesthetic is definitely not in his sphere of interest. At all.
He clears his throat. ] Your legs though, maybe.
[ Would he have ever let those words leave his mouth a month ago? Probably not. But that's Magnus. He lets Alec stand in his kitchen and clumsily offer to help with breakfast and he lets Alec say the things in his head. ]
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Grab me a bowl from the top shelf and a knife from the drawer, please.
[ Sure, he could just have bought the burritos, but then he wouldn't get to see Alec puttering around his kitchen.
A smile grows wider on his face with each word, finally turning around from where he was washing his hands to look at Alec with amusement lighting up his features. ]
Maybe? [ Pursing his lips, Magnus glances down at his legs and back at Alec, tapping his fingers against the kitchen counter. ] My legs are maybe your thing?
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At Magnus' request, he nods and moves to comply. He's still thinking about that kiss when Magnus questions him about the...
Thing he said about Magnus' legs. While he's facing the opposite direction to grab the knife Magnus asked him to retrieve, he lets himself smile a little and roll his eyes. The smile is still there when he turns around. ]
Okay, no 'maybe.' [ He crosses the distance between them yet again, leaving only enough space to pass the bowl and knife to the counter before he leans forward to press a mirror of Magnus' earlier kiss to his cheek. ] I like them about as much as any other part of you. Which is a lot.
Definitely a lot compared to nurses and skirts or whatever.
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Keep talking dirty like that and we'll break out that nutella sooner than expected.
[ His tone lilting and flirty. Yet when he uses the the hands on the back of Alec's neck to tug him down for a kiss, it's soft and sweet rather than filthy, almost chaste in the way that he doesn't push to deepen it but simply enjoys the closeness of Alec's mouth against his own. ] And because I didn't get to say it before leaving this morning... [ Magnus mumbles into the scarce space between them, bumping his nose affectionately against Alec's. ] Good morning, handsome.
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His grip tightens just slightly when their lips touch. That always sends a little thrill right through him. Though his brain sometimes still needs to be reminded sometimes that he's allowed this, he never enjoys it any less than the first time. And it's not just this warm, relaxing moment, but the fact that he gets to share it with Magnus Bane of all people that surprises him so. Someone of whom he's pretty deeply fond and getting more fond by the day.
Following the motion, Alec lets his forehead rest against Magnus' for a second. ] Morning. Good to see you again, Magnus.
[ He draws back, pursing his lips slightly like he's holding back a smile. ] Still not really sure what you plan on doing with that nutella.
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Lips curving into a sly smirk, Magnus pats Alec's cheek lightly as one might an adorable child. ]
I could tell you, but I think I'd rather let you come up with a few ideas yourself.
[ It's a quiet, thoughtful murmur which probably means Alec may or may not be walking in on Magnus licking nutella from a spoon the next time he comes over.
He leans back, breaking the intimate contact of their foreheads even if he's rather enjoying being so close to him. ]
The burritos are not going to make themselves, Alexander.
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Well.
A little less of that sort of thinking goes through his head now. He's pretty clearly thinking about something else entirely when Magnus pats his cheek and offers that thoughtful comment. It's definitely thought-provoking... ] Magnus. [ He doesn't inject too much energy into sounding scandalized.
No point. They both know he's probably a little curious.
His fingertips stop just shy of wandering around the hem of Magnus' shirt. ] Okay. No more distractions? [ He raises his hands, palms up. See? Focused. ]
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For now, he'll settle for bringing him the pleasure of a full stomach. There's a strong urge to lean in and catch his lips in another kiss, and Magnus has always been weak to resisting his cravings. It takes more effort than he'd like to admit to remain pressed back against the counter.
Alexander Lightwood is dangerously addictive, and Magnus does so love to overindulge.
He eyes Alec's hands, his lips twitching before he schools his features into a serious expression, voice pitching low. ]
How very disciplined of you. [ With his own hands held up in the air in a mirror of Alec's actions, Magnus gives his fingers a little wiggle and bites back a grin to solemnly promise. ]
I'll do my best. [ So... he'll probably manage to keep from touching Alec for at least five minutes. With a flourish, Magnus points to the meats, cheeses, and veggies he's set out for them to get them back on track before he decides cuddling in bed is a better idea and drags them out of the kitchen. ]
What would you like?
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As for pleasure, that's still a relatively new concept, too. It's not like he's never felt good in his life, but he's not used to doing things solely for that purpose.
He's learning though. Slowly but surely.
Magnus' comment causes him to scoff a little. Disciplined? He's the picture of discipline. Never mind how their relationship began. Just because he had one very public, very memorable moment of throwing self-control right out the window (for his own good) and just because he's maybe had one or two of those in private since... that doesn't mean he's abandoned discipline entirely.
Does he also want to kiss Magnus right now? Maybe a little. Would he kick up a fuss about being "dragged" off to bed? Probably not.
(Does he want to eat? Well, probably.) ]
Peppers? Are there bell peppers in there? [ He shifts a little, looking over the different food items Magnus has set out for them. He's still hovering pretty close, perhaps less aware of the lack of distance between them than he once would have been. ]