Magnus can't help himself. He's a creature of vices, of passions and bad decisions. It's in his very core. It doesn't matter that the kiss is quick, a brush of lips. It inspires a fire in the incubus' veins all the same.

His leg hooks around Alec's, drawing him closer as he reaches out to slide his hand through the hair at the back of Alec's head. In a second, if Alec's body allows, they're practically flush together and Magnus' lips are hovering over Alec's.

"Kiss me again."