Haven't written these two in a while… anyway, i don't smut often, (read; ever) but there's a T for a reason. Sorry!

Magnus Bane was a surprisingly bad kisser.

You'd think that after eight hundred years of practice, he'd have gotten good at it.

But Alec was finding out this was not the case.

"Magnus!" I wiped my mouth my mouth with the cuff of my tattered black—well, graying—sleeve.

"What, Alec dearest? Did I arouse you?" Magnus said, looking at me quizzically with those inhumanly green eyes of his.

"No, Magnus, far from it." I pushed him off me and sat up on the chaise of the schmancy hotel room in Milan he'd insisted upon getting.

"How could such a passionate kiss be likened to a cold shower?" replied my boyfriend, who ran a hand through his glittery hair, mussed from our, uh, make-out session.

"Passionate? You kiss like a golden retriever!"

"I do NOT kiss like a dog," an indignant Magnus said, cocking his head, "and even if I did, dogs are man's best friend."

I sighed. I like Magnus, like, a ton, but sometimes… aye, aye, aye… "Yeah, a man's best friend, not boyfriend!"

My eight hundred year old boyfriend harrumphed. (A/N: I just like that word!) "I am not a bad kisser."

"Yes you are!"

"Am not." He pouted.

I swear, for an 800 year old all-powerful warlock, Magnus could sometimes be a big baby. "Come on, Magnus!"

"Coming is not the problem here, Alec, as we found out last night…" At this, I could feel my face burning red.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, kidding, just wanted to make you blush. I love it when you blush..."

My blush deepened. Magnus just laughed, and cupped my chin. He was about to press his lips to mine, when I jerked back.

"What?"

I took a deep breath, and, not wanting to offend the warlock, made my objective clear.

"Magnus."

"Yes, dear?"

"You are a horrible, awful, sloppy, slobbery kisser."

Magnus put a hand to his chest which, I noticed, was exposed, in fake dismay. At some point his white, frilly shirt had come unbuttoned. "Moi, a horrible kisser? Lies! Blasphemies!"

"Sorry! But seriously... you're... too agressive, or..." Magnus' interest was piqued at this.

"Agressive, you say?"

"Yeah... y-you, always just kind of-eat my face." At this, Magnus erupted in peals of laughter. I stammered out, "you slobber all over me, and never let me..." I trailed off, wanting to hide from Magnus' emerald gaze. I looked away.

"Take control?" he supplied, again catching my eyes with his.

"Yeah," I whispered. Again Magnus cupped my chin.

"Well then," he said softly, "Why don't you show me how you want to be kissed?"

My breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Magnus', who shuddered and put a hand behind my neck. Now, this is how you kiss, I thought as I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across my boyfriend's lips. It was a soft, sensual kiss, the sort of thing I could never expect when Magnus was in control. He opened his mouth, and soon enough... he was attacking me with his tongue. Could I ever win?

I pulled away momentarily, and gave Magnus a look. He returned it with the most adorable pupp dog cat's eyes I'd ever seen . Aww, what the hell.

He may be a horrible kisser, but, hey, he's mine.

:D

Love them. Slightly OOC, but whatev's.

I had intended to end this dirtier. Let me know if you want the extended ending! :P

-H