WARNING: Mature material continues. Read at your own risk.

"Well, to start off with, a little light." A gentle snap, and a small lamp clicked on. It wasn't enough to be blinding (or ruin the mood), but it allowed Alec to see. Of course when his eyes met Magnus's for the first time since they'd joined in bed without clothing, the blush worsened.

Mindful of the shadowhunter's discomfort, Magnus reached for the edge of the comforter, lifting it back up to their hips. Alec appeared to relax somewhat, appreciating the fragile attempt to protect his modesty. Not that it was really necessary at the present moment. But an awkward, self-conscious Alec would be far less willing to hear any other requests than a semi-covered, and therefor more at ease Alec would.

"All right?"

Alec smiled tentatively and nodded.

"You know, I was hoping you'd end up coming over tonight."

"Why didn't you call me, then?" Alec asked, brows drawn.

"I was moody after the party was a flop. I wanted you, but at the same time, I could have sulked my way to bed and found consolation in a box of Ferrero Rocher."

"Box of what?"

"Those chocolate hazelnuts in the gold wrapper. You didn't like them."

Alec made a face, remembering. "I don't like the insides."

"More for me," Magnus teased, leaning into his elbow. He studied Alec's face in the soft glow of the lamp, the shimmer of cooling sweat and the bright color in his cheeks and chin. Alec's eyes were a dark, liquid blue tonight, the left one slightly obscured by the longer, unruly strands of his unkempt hair.

"You should have called me," Alec persisted, tossing the hair out of his face.

"But you read my mind and came over anyway."

"That was for me. I wanted to see you."

"Then how perfect - we wanted the same thing and it worked out."

"Next time it'd be a lot easier though, if you'd just send me a text and let me know you're free and want me to come over."

"But that's a given. I want that every night. And I'd take the days too, if they were free."

Alec smiled that little smile again, lowering his eyes. "That might be overkill."

"Never," Magnus crooned, leaning in and kissing him. Alec responded without hesitation, leaning into the kiss. Magnus stroked the boy's warm cheek with the pad of his thumb, enjoying the soft feel of his lips. They only seemed to get softer the more Magnus kissed him.

When Alec gasped for his next breath, Magnus kissed the sharp outline of the shadowhunter's jaw, feeling the raised tracery of scars. Just a few, scattered marks. There were more reminders of old wounds along his neck, and Magnus sucked at the different textured skin, wrenching a moan from Alec, who arched his throat in encouragement.

There was a fresh scratch across his shoulder. Magnus touched his fingertips to it, healing the flesh wound. Alec shuddered, riding the familiar wave of pinpricks and heat. When it was done, Magnus traced where the wound had been with his hot tongue, continuing his journey.

Magnus pursed his lips against the dip between Alec's collarbones, tongue flicking out to taste the salt. Alec swallowed, forcing the muscles in his neck to move and making the same area twitch beneath Magnus's mouth. He glanced up at Alec, who was watching him - though his dark lashes were half-mast. Magnus's mouth curved. Alec bit his lower lip.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"You didn't ask," Alec whispered, smiling shyly.

Magnus's brows shot up. "Would you have said yes, if I had?"

"Maybe."

"I didn't want to push you."

"You never push me," Alec said with conviction, lowering his hand to cup Magnus's cheek. It was a sweet gesture, and Magnus turned to kiss the shadowhunter's roughened, warm palm.

"You're right. I suggest and coax, when I think you're ready."

"I trust you," Alec reiterated. Magnus knew it was the truth. It was why he followed his lead with little to no objection, in spite of his fears, his hesitation. His uncertainty when facing the unknown - at least in this arena. Alec wasn't afraid of the dark; he didn't back down from demons, or from a fight. But in bed, Magnus knew from experience that he liked to be led. He needed it to progress.

"Magnus?" Alec interrupted his musing, and Magnus lifted his eyes again.

"Mm?"

"I think I'm ready."

"What's that?"

"For what you started," Alec admitted, biting his lip again.

Magnus had to think about it for a moment, and then he flicked Alec a grin. "Is that what you want?"

Alec nodded slightly, his hand curling around the ends of Magnus's loose hair.

"Serious now." Magnus smoothed out his own expression, leaning back up onto his elbow to be face to face with the shadowhunter. "Do you want me to take you into my mouth again?" he asked in a low voice, eyes intense. Alec twitched and tried not to look away. He barely managed to nod, swallowing with difficulty.

"Until you come?" Magnus added. Again, Alec's chin moved a little bit. It was his nervous nod.

"And what's the magic word?"

"Please," Alec managed in a strangled breath, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.

"Actually, I was thinking 'Magnus,' but since you were so polite..." The warlock snickered, lowering his head to kiss the boy's chest. Alec was already arching up and off the bed, and Magnus's lips had barely descended an inch. Magnus chuckled, tongue outlining Alec's right nipple.

"Magnus!" Alec gasped, his hand pulling on the hair in his grasp.

"Now, that's better," Magnus purred. He raked his teeth across the sensitive peak, rewarded by another gasp and another tug to his scalp.

"Don't stop," Alec breathed, squirming.

"Wasn't planning on it," Magnus replied, amused by Alec's impatience. He'd only withdrawn his mouth for maybe three seconds. But true to his word, he took the opposite nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Alec dug his nails in, gritting his teeth. He hadn't realized the boy's nipples were so sensitive. Or rather, that he would be so responsive to the light pressure of tongue and teeth. He definitely should have pushed the envelope long before now.

Magnus flicked his tongue across Alec's nipple, before blowing on it. Alec breathed in, shivering.

"Cold?"

Alec shook his head, eyes clenched shut.

"Good," Magnus murmured, continuing his kisses down the center of Alec's chest, back on the same path he had taken before. Only Alec knew what was coming, already acquainted with the feel of Magnus's mouth surrounding him. In greedy expectation of the same, Alec arched his hips up off the mattress before Magnus had even reached the soft skin of his stomach.

"Eager for something?"

"Please," Alec repeated in an almost pained whisper, lowering his hands into hard fists at his sides.

Magnus curled his hands around the boy's hips, lowering him back down against the bed. This was going to happen on his terms.

Alec groaned, his body rippling with tension - trying very hard not to move. Magnus pressed his mouth against the soft line where Alec's pubic hair began, tickling the skin of his belly with his nose. Alec was breathing harshly, chest rising and falling in a rhythm with his labored respiration.

Eyes briefly looking up at Alec's face, Magnus trailed his tongue along the underside of his erection. Alec gasped and thrashed his head against the pillow, giving up on trying to keep completely still. His entire body shook with his shudder.

Lip twitching in a smile of approval and self-satisfaction, Magnus stopped playing around, giving the boy what he so desperately wanted, lowering his head to take him into his mouth.