Though discussing the details of a spell was unusual foreplay, Magnus could see the way that Alec's eyes lit up with curiosity and so he hardly minded giving in to that urge to understand. It did wonders for his pride, too, because many people forgot about the inventive aspect of magic, especially for a warlock as old as Magnus. Half of his job, both as High Warlock and as a magician-for-hire, was to come up with magical solutions to various problems. And, even though he didn't often brag about it, his hand in the creation of the first portal was something he'd be eternally proud of.

He was drawn from his reverie by strong arms lifting him effortlessly despite his noteworthy height and bulk of muscles. Tightening his arms around Alec, he wrapped his legs around his hips and encouraged his tail to partially coil around one thigh. Not only did the position make it easier to kiss Alec, but being held in his arms was always incredibly arousing to Magnus. "And you know how much I love your fascination and trust in my magic," Magnus replied with a grin, pressing their noses together.

Attention half on the progress towards the bed and half on the wings around them, Magnus hummed against Alec's neck as he spoke. It took him a moment to register the question, but he pulled back enough to smirk at Alec. "I always have enough magic for that," he said with a snap of his fingers that created a blue spark; moments later, their clothes were neatly folded on the desk that had been shoved into one corner of the room.