Alec's eyes roll back in his head before he can even hope to contain the blush he feels crawling up his neck and he laughs, breathy and a little helpless before he returns to grinning directly back at Magnus. Vicious slander, indeed. "I apologize," he says, somehow managing to channel the heat crawling along his skin into his tone. He's not very practiced at it, but he likes to think he's got a little time to work on it.
There's no masking the moment of relief that washes over Alec as he's gently pried from the chair. He really can't think of anything he has to hide, but that might still be the spell talking, and he crowds gently into Magnus' space, hands dropping to the other man's hips, which alerts him to something he really should have realized sooner, and would you look at that, his blush is definitely a little high in his cheekbones now.
"A few hours?" he asks, unsuccessful attempting to hide his fading any moment now blush by leaning in and pressing his lips against Magnus' forehead, lingering there. "What did you have in mind?" he might have a few ideas, himself, though he's not exactly opposed to being used as a glorified body pillow if Magnus is determined to get his beauty sleep in.
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There's no masking the moment of relief that washes over Alec as he's gently pried from the chair. He really can't think of anything he has to hide, but that might still be the spell talking, and he crowds gently into Magnus' space, hands dropping to the other man's hips, which alerts him to something he really should have realized sooner, and would you look at that, his blush is definitely a little high in his cheekbones now.
"A few hours?" he asks, unsuccessful attempting to hide his fading any moment now blush by leaning in and pressing his lips against Magnus' forehead, lingering there. "What did you have in mind?" he might have a few ideas, himself, though he's not exactly opposed to being used as a glorified body pillow if Magnus is determined to get his beauty sleep in.