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(Typing that dramatically was probably more fun than it should've been).

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"But I'm not thirsty," came the response.

"Doesn't matter," Magnus decided.

Alec regarded him with obvious suspicion, furrowing his eyebrows as he cupped his chin in the grazed palm of his hand. He worried his bottom lip between the tips of his teeth, eyelashes throwing lengthy paintbrush strokes of shadows along the planes of his face as Magnus furtively rounded the couch. Sheathed tonight in a glaringly bright white shirt worthy of a toothpaste commercial smile.

Radiant, looky-over-here-at-me! items of dazzling clothing were just one of Magnus's many idiosyncrasies. And although Alec greeted them with an exasperated roll of his eyes on any ordinary day, he couldn't argue that the sheer materials didn't bring out the molten green-gold of the Warlock's flirty irises, amplify the coffee tones of his flawless skin or add warm fuel to the palpable confidence of his smirk.

The chosen shirt on this day did just that, accenting the stunning brown of Magnus's forearms as he reached out, gently gripped Alec's shoulders to push him back against the sofa, and took a seat.

Directly in Alec's lap, trapping the slack-jawed Shadowhunter by settling his knees on either side of Alec's slender thighs.

Alec squirmed beneath the lithe weight of his boyfriend, an uneasy rosy flush of blood blooming along the sharp lines of his cheekbones. He wasn't sure if enjoying Magnus in his lap this much was quite okay, and the paramount extent of the adoration he had for the Warlock abruptly began simmering in his veins, blowing his irises into glossy, charcoal circles that he desperately attempted to cloak in the safety of Magnus's shoulder. The couple had already approached and become acquainted with the heavy L word, Magnus more so a beguiling friend than Alec, but that didn't completely rid the Shadowhunter's chest of butterflies, his lips of nervous laughter or his cheeks of blood when he felt something affectionate towards Magnus or vice versa. He was unsure of where to put his hands, fretting over the double meanings or hints that his boyfriend would doubtlessly pull from every graze of their skin.

He tentatively settled for leaving them fall to the couch at his sides, fingers curling into fists until they glowed a snowy white against the crimson-red of the upholstery.

"Alec," Magnus hummed, a chuckle apparent in his voice as he nuzzled the sooty hair tucked under his chin fondly. He hooked his long fingers beneath Alec's jaw, applying slight pressure to coax the Shadowhunter out of his hiding place in the crook of his neck, pressing an airy kiss to his temple.

"Stop hiding," he whined.

"I'm not," Alec scoffed indignantly, cursing inwardly as the skin of his face went ahead anyway and heated up considerably with colour.

"You are," Magnus frowned, trying again to wriggle Alec's persistent head free. He stifled an endeared upward curve of his lips as he felt the clammy palms of his boyfriend's hands unconsciously grip and twist into the material at the base of his spine, fighting to melt even further into Magnus's arms than he already was.

"All to stop me from seeing you blush," he murmured once he'd wrestled the reluctant boy away. He flattened his hands to Alec's shoulders, delighting in the rush of exhale he felt tickle his skin, and pressed him firmly against the back of the couch. Sweeping the Shadowhunter's expression with an eager gaze, Magnus found himself almost cracking a grin as he noticed enchanting apprehension kindle in his favourite, quickly-blinking baby blues.

"But," he continued, tilting forward as he felt an illicit shiver run its frosty fingertip down his boyfriend's back. "Do you know what, Alec?"

"What?" Alec hurriedly responded, tipping his chin higher into the air to trail Magnus's eyes with his own. Unexpectedly, he seemed to realise the location of his hands, and froze like a block of ice.

But he didn't move away yet.

Magnus bent closer to Alec's face, reading every twitch and flitter of his cerulean irises like a picture book in his hands. When he opened his mouth again, he felt the shivering boy's pant stroke his cheeks, long charcoal eyelashes tangling with his own when Alec's eyes fluttered closed involuntarily, and his lips touched and brushed the other's slowly as he spoke.

"I like it when you blush," Magnus admitted secretively.

And then they were kissing.

Alec's hungry fingers twirled strands of Magnus's hair around their tips, locking the Warlock's lips to his own almost possessively. His heart thrummed painfully behind his ribs, threatening to break from his chest with an uneven thump-thump, and he positively reeled as pounding blood sang in his ears, a familiar but still frighteningly new, new, new emotion bubbling in his veins and threatening to consume him whole-

A throaty, seductive trickle of sound tore from the depths of Magnus's throat, and the only word Alec could summon to describe it was a purr. Spurred by the dizzying moan, he impatiently tightened his grip of the older man's hair, weaving him impossibly closer and Magnus curved willingly, leaning into Alec more fully as he braced his hands on the back of the sofa in order to shimmy his hips back along the Shadowhunter's muscular thighs.

The delicious friction painted Alec's shut eyelids with a firework explosion of glimmering, bright stars. He rewarded Magnus with a parched whimper all of his own, nose and forehead scrunching in an indecipherably cute manner. His chest enlarged with an astonished inward rake of suddenly-too-hot air, feeding his quaking lungs, and a short laugh left Magnus amusedly, before Alec straightened his spine comically fast and the pair felt a sharp knock to both of their heads.

A beat of terse, baffled silence followed, spreading until the sliver of space between them was as stiff as a piece of cardboard.

"… Did that really just happen?" Magnus eventually managed to question.

He looked up, a delectable smile tingling on his lips and a soft, melting heat in his eyes. Alex's inexperience, and his tangible nerves and awkwardness during these situations, ones where they were pressed tightly together, wound around one another, had never, and would never, irritate him or prove to be unattractive. On the contrary, Magnus found them unintentionally adorable and charming. An opportunity to teach and instruct.

But Alec didn't appear to be at all impressed with himself. He hadn't yet moved, back uncomfortably alike an unyielding ruler, fingers clenched painfully on his thighs. Magnus tilted his head to the side quizzically as the eighteen year old's cheeks began to viciously rival the blood-coloured skin of an apple he had eaten earlier that day.

"It's okay," he soothed. He stroked the backs of his fingers to the Shadowhunter's flaming skin, caressing his face tenderly. "Happens all the time to people, Alec, it's nothing to worry about."

"Does not," he heard the younger boy retort irately, but despite his words, he relaxed fractionally back into the sofa once again.

Magnus smiled. "It's okay," he reiterated, brushing a soft kiss to Alec's forehead.

"And now.. Now I just have to.." He carefully paused.

Alec crooked an inquiring eyebrow, lips parting to question Magnus's uncharacteristic hesitance, when the Warlock abruptly shifted his hips and oh god-

Alec was helpless to do anything other than clamp his jaw closed as a deep groan rattled behind his teeth. He dropped his head onto Magnus's shoulder as if he was suddenly boneless, nosing softly at the point where shoulder meets neck, and sucked in an inadequate drawl of scorched air as the golden-eyed man kissed his hair with a loud chuckle.

"Shh," he whispered, nipping at Alec's ear. "Shh, just relax.."

Alec would reluctantly admit that he was very, very pleasantly surprised that Magnus didn't hop gracefully off of his lap and disappear for half an hour as he'd all so frequently done before for the sole purpose of teasing his boyfriend. Instead, he simply slid and crawled backwards ever so slowly atop Alec's thighs, his eyes bright and simultaneously laced with dark tones that told Alec that he knew just what he was doing. The Shadowhunter shivered and trembled beneath the Warlock's tall frame, humiliated by the reactions of his body but too swept up by the heat brimming in his blood to pay more than a second of thought to anything other than Magnus.

"Close your eyes," Magnus commanded in a sing-song tone of voice, twisting agilely around to shape his hands around something on the nearby coffee table.

"What?" Alec hastily asked, confused. He squinted his eyes and cast a sceptical stare at the sparkly man in his lap.

"Close your eyes."

"What?" Alec shook his head curtly, admittedly more than a little disappointed at where the conversation had drifted. He shifted uncomfortably. "No."

Magnus rolled his eyes dramatically, heaving a sigh that caused his shoulders to slump.

"Alec, please. Just close your eyes!"

"No."

"Why are you so stubborn?" he wondered snappily, a stern frown drawing his preened eyebrows into downward slants. "I'm not going to stab or poison you, Alec!"

Alec inhaled sharply, a flinching grimace contorting his expression. "Magnus," he hissed, scandalised.

Magnus gave him a flat look, lips pressed together into a line and a single eyebrow cocked challengingly.

"Exactly, Alexander," he smoothly responded. "Magnus. Trust me."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course I do, but-"

Green-gold eyes filling Alec's vision until their precise shape and colour was branded to his mind, Magnus silenced the jittery young boy with a gentle, loving kiss to his lips. "Trust me," he breathed softly.

Alec gradually eased into the kiss. Obediently allowing his eyes to slide closed, he gave a guarded nod of acquiescence.

Magnus's cheeks spread into an enthralled, entertained beam, full of milky white teeth and a crinkling around the corners of his wickedly-warm eyes. Knotting his fingers into cushions at his sides, Alec huffed in an attempt to disguise a whine, wretchedly battling the urge to arc up into Magnus's lap when the Warlock swivelled on his thighs.

"Okay," Magnus said. "Now.. Drink."

Alec almost choked when he felt cool porcelain press to his bottom lip, gently encouraging it apart from his upper. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, nose wrinkling in bleak anticipation as he felt one of Magnus's hands cup the side of his face comfortingly.

"Drink, Alexander," he whispered in a voice of silk.

So he did.

A rich, velvety scent embraced his senses entirely and poured into his mouth with a frothy, tepid, thick liquid that soothed his throat, settled low in the pit of his belly and warmed him from the inside out. Hot chocolate. A delicacy that the Shadowhunter unfortunately never had the time, motivation nor resources to make. Smoothing his tongue along his damp lips when Magnus pulled the mug away, Alec grunted his protest and brought his hand up in search.

He heard a faint click (the mug being placed back on the table?) before every trail of thought in his mind evaporated with the smacking crash of Magnus's lips to his. The Warlock's hands scrabbled and gripped at Alec's face feverishly, hips rolling and shifting as he clambered closer to the eighteen year old until their thrumming chests were touching. Alec positively moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, all agitation and anxiety oozing from his pores as he succumbed to temptation and snaked his fingertips enticingly up Magnus's shoulder blades before looping them around his neck, pulling and tugging demandingly until the lean body moulded willingly against him.

"Mmm." Magnus hummed his approval, deep in his throat. Alec could feel the sound rumble through the older man's ribs and reach his own chest.

The hot chocolate was amazing. But Alec would, without a moment's hesitation, give up the tasty treat forever and a year if it meant that he could have even the tiniest taste of Magnus's lips every day of his life. The stroke of his fingertips through his hair. His knees squeezing the Shadowhunter's thighs alluringly, eliciting involuntary whimpers from Alec's lips.

"Waited for days," the Warlock gasped, pulling back briefly to rest his forehead against Alec's. "Couldn't wait to taste that new stuff."

Alec puffed breathlessly into Magnus's mouth, electricity singing in his veins. "Why didn't you?" he panted. "Try it before now?"

Magnus flashed a private, sex-drenched smirk, waggling his eyebrows playfully. He ducked his head, mouthing suggestively at Alec's collarbone until the younger boy was unable to take it any longer and began arching deftly up into his touch.

"I wanted to taste it," Magnus breathed, sinking his teeth gently into Alec's skin and earning himself an enthusiastic whine from the Shadowhunter's parted lips.

"But I wanted to taste it on you."

Alexander's head reeled.

Not yet the second chapter sick fic that I said might be coming. Apologies for that, it just wasn't flowing well! I will get back to it eventually though. This is just a random one-shot! :)

Let's not question how this went from from blushing, to teasing, to drinking hot chocolate, because I honestly don't understand how that happened either! :D I just went with it, and t'was fun to write :)

Sorry for not updating sooner! :( One of my English teachers recently gave me a confidence knock. Wasn't even constructive criticism, or a comment.. it was just a knock. He is a meanie, and for a few weeks I was seriously cringing at everything I wrote. Should've seen it. It was like:

'A went to the shop and B went too. A said "hi" and B said "hi". It was fun. They bought ice cream.'

Awkward.

And then last night, I just thought, to hell with it! Who cares what my annoying English teacher thinks?

SO because this scenario had been playing through my mind all day (HEY I FINISHED MY SPANISH PROJECT) I decided to just go with it and see what came about.

So, eh, yup. TA-DA! :D

HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING! :) Thank you so much for your time! Have a good weekend! xx :D