Alec's willingness to give in to Magnus' directions made him smirk against his neck. After the expo where Alec had taken control of the situation, it felt nice to return the favor with the promise to overwhelm his husband with pleasure. Without a word he bit down with more force, just enough to lightly break the skin with his sharp canines and ensure that there would be a mark there—at least until Alec's quick healing kicked in.

Gasping, trying to place the memory but failing for the moment, Magnus pushed it aside for another time. Wandering hands were very distracting, though he hoped that Alec would feel equally side-tracked when he realized that Magnus wasn't wearing anything beneath his purple jeans. "Perhaps it would make you feel better to objectify me?" he asked, grinning as he pulled away. Pushing up onto his knees, he quickly turned around in Alec's lap, still straddling his hips but now leaning forward against the booth's table with his ass in the air just in front of Alec.