The kiss had been a terrible idea. No matter how brief the contact had been, it made Alec want to do more than just kiss Magnus. He knew that there was a danger. He'd seen enough illustrations in the books he'd read to know that Magnus was someone he should be terrified of, but he wasn't afraid. Magnus wasn't forcing him. The hand on his nape made him want to lean in, not try to get away.

Inhaling sharply when they ended up pressed together, Alec hesitated for a moment, almost blurting out that he'd never really kissed anyone. Not someone that he wanted to kiss. Cupping Magnus' cheek, he hoped that the incubus couldn't see how nervous he was. Before he could talk himself out of it, Alec shifted closer, finally giving in to temptation and kissing Magnus.