Magnus loved these moments when he was taller than Alec, kneeling and looking down at his gorgeous husband from a different perspective. It never felt wrong, just another angle from which to admire the color of his eyes and the shape of his lips. Combing the fingers of one hand back through Alec's thick hair, Magnus tugged to tilt his head back and expose more neck for him to kiss and bite. His body was bursting with energy and anticipation, and he couldn't help rolling his hips against Alec's as he sucked a dark bruise into the skin just above his deflect rune.

"You're more sure-footed than that, Alexander," he teased softly, grinning against his neck so Alec could feel the faint press of his fangs over his pulse point. "But I'll be there to catch you. And drag you to bed," he added with a low laugh that Alec was more likely to feel than hear. "You're hands, your lips, your body. All of you was built to make me lose control."