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Magnus kept giving Alexander a little bit of space to think throughout the evening, though not truly keeping away. Partly because he couldn't help but want to be as close as Alexander would allow, and partly because he was sure giving him too much space would worry Alexander even more.
He felt equal amounts of puzzled and charmed when Alexander made his move, awkwardly trying to settle between his legs. Magnus held no illusions that it was an actual move, the young shadowhunter was clearly not ready to make one, but he welcomed the move towards slightly more physical contact even more eagerly than he would have welcomed something more outright.
Small steps were good steps, after all, and he was alright with Alexander setting whatever pace he wanted to. So he made him space and encouraged him without pressing, smiling for himself as Alexander clumsily tried to be sensual. Or whatever it was he was trying to accomplish, actually. Magnus was not entirely sure, but he was enjoying it anyway.
As such, Magnus was only too eager to turn the tables and show Alexander a few things, grasping his opportunity when Alec looked up and gave him that sweet, innocent, uncertain smile. He moved gently, settling Alexander against the couch and tenderly unbuttoning a few shirt-buttons, slowly to avoid spooking him.
"Lesson number one," he mumbled, smiling against the younger man's skin, knowing that the nephilim heard him, "is to relax and trust your partner. If you let me know, however you want to, speaking or showing, what you want to learn, Alexander, I'll teach you. Start with relaxing. I am not going to bite. Much." He relished the startled but genuine laughter Alexander responded to those words with.
Magnus took his time, running his hands across Alexander's shouders and mumbling assurances, making sure the shadowhunter was actually enjoying himself once he started to kiss down his chest, keeping firmly to innocent touches, however heated. He didn't even remove the younger man's shirt, letting it remain over his shoulders and arms, not wanting to press Alexander.
Magnus explored slowly, only stopping his assault on his new boyfriend's (unless it was too early to break out that word? With how mundanes used it there didn't seem to be any such thing) senses when he felt they were both close to that line between mere innocent kissing and something else, something absolutely not on the agenda, quite possibly not for a long time yet.
At that crossroads, Magnus flipped them both over, laughing at Alexander's dazed expression and beginning blush as he said he couldn't possibly replicate what Magnus had just done. "There's no need to, Alexander. I like you just being you. And I think that's enough experimenting for today, anyway. We could just dig out some ice cream and watch tv for a while, you know."
As it happened, that was exactly what they did. And if Alexander fell asleep on him and because of that sleepily agreed to stay the night, ending up dressed in only pyjama bottoms in Magnus' bed, then well, the warlock sure as hell was not going to complain about it!