It's easy for Magnus to tug Alec into a kiss; it's easy to fit himself right next to his boyfriend, pressed close and so very warm. He smiles as he catches sight of Magnus' real eyes, smiles as Magnus all but melts back into the sheets. This is something he helped build, this quiet space that's full of warmth and trust. It still makes something in his stomach flip-flop pleasantly.

"Maybe we should make this more of a regular thing." His hands still roam gently over the small of Magnus' back, more petting than kneading now, though he wouldn't mind going back to the massage. It all depends on what Magnus wants. "Should I keep going?"