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[All he wants to do is watch Ignis, the ever shifting need in his eyes, the way he is barely holding himself back. It all comes together and makes Albert's arousal stronger, more real, more present, beautiful and absolutely molten. He's wanted Ignis back inside him constantly since that night, though he's been an absolute gentleman at all times. It simply wouldn't do for Albert to chase after him for some base desires.
But here they are, crudely entwined, Albert showing off like some prize animal who wants to be praised. This part of Ignis is well hidden and sacred to Albert, who knows better than anyone what a veneer of propriety can do to a man.
His fingers are eased free, and he gasps as Ignis' hand contacts the firm skin of his ass, the slap unexpected but somehow not unwelcome. He wonders if he'd let this man degrade him, debase him... He doesn't have to think for long, though, because once that thick, glorious cock starts to press inside he knows instinctively that the answer to that question is yes.]
Ah, Ignis...
[He rocks back greedily, knowing he can take him with little effort.]
Hard. Please.
But here they are, crudely entwined, Albert showing off like some prize animal who wants to be praised. This part of Ignis is well hidden and sacred to Albert, who knows better than anyone what a veneer of propriety can do to a man.
His fingers are eased free, and he gasps as Ignis' hand contacts the firm skin of his ass, the slap unexpected but somehow not unwelcome. He wonders if he'd let this man degrade him, debase him... He doesn't have to think for long, though, because once that thick, glorious cock starts to press inside he knows instinctively that the answer to that question is yes.]
Ah, Ignis...
[He rocks back greedily, knowing he can take him with little effort.]
Hard. Please.
You're absolutely captivating.
[ he's practically purring in his ear, holding his gaze in the mirror. his own is intense and full of promise, pleased that he has all of him as he seats himself balls-deep inside that wonderfully tight, tight channel.
he gives albert a moment to get used to his size, the way he feels inside of him even in everything raw and feral in ignis wants to fuck him hard, without mercy -- no, there will be time for that. for now, he will give him a few blessed seconds.
his hands are appreciative, roaming over his sides, up the lovely, glorious lines of his body, from that lean waist to his chest and down. albert is solidly built, in prime condition and very evidently favoured by the gods.
he pulls out then, almost fully, before he thrusts in again in one swift push. twice. again, feeling the way albert takes him inside and swallow him whole. it's wildly intoxicating, and all ignis can do is murmur praises into the crook of his neck as he starts to give him a good, thorough fucking.
his thick, full cock is buried deep inside him again and again, rubbing up those sensitive walls, but he's seeking that one spot, the one he knows will make albert absolutely melt.
he's in no hurry, however -- after all, he wants albert to enjoy this. he speaks again, words rough as he bites the side of his neck gently. he watches albert's cock bounce every time he bottoms out inside him, pleased. ]
Do you like it when I fuck you like this, dear Albert...? Any man would kill to be me.
[ he's practically purring in his ear, holding his gaze in the mirror. his own is intense and full of promise, pleased that he has all of him as he seats himself balls-deep inside that wonderfully tight, tight channel.
he gives albert a moment to get used to his size, the way he feels inside of him even in everything raw and feral in ignis wants to fuck him hard, without mercy -- no, there will be time for that. for now, he will give him a few blessed seconds.
his hands are appreciative, roaming over his sides, up the lovely, glorious lines of his body, from that lean waist to his chest and down. albert is solidly built, in prime condition and very evidently favoured by the gods.
he pulls out then, almost fully, before he thrusts in again in one swift push. twice. again, feeling the way albert takes him inside and swallow him whole. it's wildly intoxicating, and all ignis can do is murmur praises into the crook of his neck as he starts to give him a good, thorough fucking.
his thick, full cock is buried deep inside him again and again, rubbing up those sensitive walls, but he's seeking that one spot, the one he knows will make albert absolutely melt.
he's in no hurry, however -- after all, he wants albert to enjoy this. he speaks again, words rough as he bites the side of his neck gently. he watches albert's cock bounce every time he bottoms out inside him, pleased. ]
Do you like it when I fuck you like this, dear Albert...? Any man would kill to be me.
For you, Hot Stuff, gladly.
[ If his brothers are anything like Albert, she's sure she'll like them. And if not — it'd be easy to find something to like about them regardless, just because Albert loves them. ]
Keep me posted.
[ The admission of that fear is what placates her at this moment. Fear is what keeps her alive — as she knows her death, back home, will mean plenty to the people that stick by her. Biggs and Wedge, and the men that've served her through thick and thin — they've always relied on her being alive, because it's her talents that've ultimately brought food on their table, money in their pocket — their lives have always been in her hands. She's always feared what would happen if she suddenly dies.
She's seen what it's like, to sacrifice yourself for a bigger cause, seen firsthand the deaths that come with such a promise. It's something she'll never understand — she's always fought to live. ]
You measured your entire life around your value as a dead man. Means you're starting to learn just how much you're worth when you really live.
[ To others, and ultimately, maybe, to himself. The long road ahead. ]
I'd hold on to that for as I can, if I were you.
[ If his brothers are anything like Albert, she's sure she'll like them. And if not — it'd be easy to find something to like about them regardless, just because Albert loves them. ]
Keep me posted.
[ The admission of that fear is what placates her at this moment. Fear is what keeps her alive — as she knows her death, back home, will mean plenty to the people that stick by her. Biggs and Wedge, and the men that've served her through thick and thin — they've always relied on her being alive, because it's her talents that've ultimately brought food on their table, money in their pocket — their lives have always been in her hands. She's always feared what would happen if she suddenly dies.
She's seen what it's like, to sacrifice yourself for a bigger cause, seen firsthand the deaths that come with such a promise. It's something she'll never understand — she's always fought to live. ]
You measured your entire life around your value as a dead man. Means you're starting to learn just how much you're worth when you really live.
[ To others, and ultimately, maybe, to himself. The long road ahead. ]
I'd hold on to that for as I can, if I were you.
[His expression softens further, and he pulls Aranea into an embrace of his own. She's brilliant in his eyes, like a star, like the moon in the night sky, silver and ephemeral and ever-changing. Yet somehow always there.]
I'll do everything I can to live. Not knowing what future awaits me is terrible and vexing, but knowing that this, however long it lasts, is another chance for me to correct all my many mistakes makes me feel like it's worth attempting something completely different.
[He hasn't told her what he is. What he's done. But he senses that from the gravity of this, she must know that he's done many things he isn't proud of, and things that would have seen him meet an untimely end by his own will.]
I am... so very sorry I worried you.
I'll do everything I can to live. Not knowing what future awaits me is terrible and vexing, but knowing that this, however long it lasts, is another chance for me to correct all my many mistakes makes me feel like it's worth attempting something completely different.
[He hasn't told her what he is. What he's done. But he senses that from the gravity of this, she must know that he's done many things he isn't proud of, and things that would have seen him meet an untimely end by his own will.]
I am... so very sorry I worried you.
[Albert bites at his lip as Ignis presses inside, utterly captivated by that look in his eyes, the way he is so wanted even like this. They've had incredible chemistry since the moment they met, and Albert refuses to take that for granted.
So it's easy to put on a show. No one else is around, it's just the two of them in this big, empty apartment, so Albert lets his voice raise when Ignis bottoms out inside him. His body presses back, grinding on Ignis, living for the way he can feel every inch of him, inside and out.
Then the praises start, and it sets something off in Albert that he didn't quite know he possessed. The closer Ignis gets to hitting his prostate, the weaker Albert's knees become, and each thrust earns an ever-increasingly lustful cry from Albert now. There are praises alongside meaningless curses, and while Albert wants to be touched, he resists, merely holding on to the edge of the countertop with one white-knuckled hand.]
I do... [He moans, uselessly wanton, uncaring for anyone else that might hear through the walls.] I think about you fucking me like this and I-- [Oh, there's that spot. Albert offers up a sharp cry.] Ignis...
So it's easy to put on a show. No one else is around, it's just the two of them in this big, empty apartment, so Albert lets his voice raise when Ignis bottoms out inside him. His body presses back, grinding on Ignis, living for the way he can feel every inch of him, inside and out.
Then the praises start, and it sets something off in Albert that he didn't quite know he possessed. The closer Ignis gets to hitting his prostate, the weaker Albert's knees become, and each thrust earns an ever-increasingly lustful cry from Albert now. There are praises alongside meaningless curses, and while Albert wants to be touched, he resists, merely holding on to the edge of the countertop with one white-knuckled hand.]
I do... [He moans, uselessly wanton, uncaring for anyone else that might hear through the walls.] I think about you fucking me like this and I-- [Oh, there's that spot. Albert offers up a sharp cry.] Ignis...
[ Moran captures his lips as he cries out, swallowing the sound in a kiss. He's selfish; he doesn't want to share any bit of Albert in this moment. Not even have someone overhear the sweet noises that he makes as he comes. His head tilts to the side as he kisses him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste even more of him, like he couldn't get enough from before.
The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
[That kiss, sealing against his lips as he comes, is one of the most splendid things Albert thinks he's ever felt. Leave it to Moran to swallow him whole like this. He slides his tongue against Moran's desperately, clinging to his arms, until the man finally releases as well. It's everything he could ever have wanted. The rich warmth and radiant togetherness of their synchrony is unlike anything Albert has ever experienced.
Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
[He has someone he intends still to die for, but that man is far from Albert's thoughts at the moment. His entire world right now, thanks to wrung-out emotions and a growing, dearly beloved lust, is Ignis.
Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.
Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.
[ He wants to sigh at Albert's confession; the timing really isn't the most ideal but he accepts the honesty of it. ]
Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
[Romance is for people who aren't recovering serial murderers, dear Moran. Well, no, but he wants to be sure Moran knows the he means it. He's experiencing Synchrony for the first time, and every spare thought and stray feeling that goes with it.]
I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
I love you.
I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
I love you.
Isn't it?
[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
[ She can't refute it now, can she? She was worried, and she still is. The things he's learned is a lot to process, and the development he's undergone in here is just as heavy a situation to bear on his shoulders. ]
Don't be an idiot. Are you that sorry that I care for you? [ She'll hit you if you say yes to that, Albert, so don't you dare. ] Bury yourself in your troubles all you like, if that's how you really wanna cope with it -- I'm just here to point out that there's no harm in sharing them with others, too. You're only human.
[ She pulls back a little, a hand lingering on his face, brushing stray hair away from his eyes. Handsome even in his distress, yet so much more vibrant than the first time she's ever met him.
Her eyes linger on his for a couple of seconds, before she pulls back completely, leaving only her hand on his, squeezing gently. ]
Come on. Finish the food I made for you at least. [ She teases. ] Then I can let you go, I guess.
Don't be an idiot. Are you that sorry that I care for you? [ She'll hit you if you say yes to that, Albert, so don't you dare. ] Bury yourself in your troubles all you like, if that's how you really wanna cope with it -- I'm just here to point out that there's no harm in sharing them with others, too. You're only human.
[ She pulls back a little, a hand lingering on his face, brushing stray hair away from his eyes. Handsome even in his distress, yet so much more vibrant than the first time she's ever met him.
Her eyes linger on his for a couple of seconds, before she pulls back completely, leaving only her hand on his, squeezing gently. ]
Come on. Finish the food I made for you at least. [ She teases. ] Then I can let you go, I guess.
No, it's not that...
[He knows he's defeated, just a bit, and that he ought to not try to explain. The food is good, made wonderful by the sentiment. He can't say that he's ever in his life had someone care so directly about his idiotic death wish.]
I'd like to stay for a while, if I could.
[Stay. Lay down with his head on her shoulder, or on her lap. Feel connected and valued for who he is and not reviled for the things he's let pass through his mind. Or perhaps he'll just sleep while she goes about her day, a useless husk that needs to recharge and reevaluate.]
You're so good for me. It might help more than you know.
[He knows he's defeated, just a bit, and that he ought to not try to explain. The food is good, made wonderful by the sentiment. He can't say that he's ever in his life had someone care so directly about his idiotic death wish.]
I'd like to stay for a while, if I could.
[Stay. Lay down with his head on her shoulder, or on her lap. Feel connected and valued for who he is and not reviled for the things he's let pass through his mind. Or perhaps he'll just sleep while she goes about her day, a useless husk that needs to recharge and reevaluate.]
You're so good for me. It might help more than you know.
Colonel, I really don't know what to say. You've thought of all the most important things.
[The gentleness of the gesture doesn't escape Albert, but for once he won't call Moran out. He'll accept this gift generously.]
We'll see to it there's a greenhouse in the back, with roses, lilies... daffodils, irises...
[He's getting carried away, smiling faintly.]
Until then, it'll just be the two of us. You'll hardly notice I'm here.
[The gentleness of the gesture doesn't escape Albert, but for once he won't call Moran out. He'll accept this gift generously.]
We'll see to it there's a greenhouse in the back, with roses, lilies... daffodils, irises...
[He's getting carried away, smiling faintly.]
Until then, it'll just be the two of us. You'll hardly notice I'm here.
[He's utterly enchanted, and the rest of the day goes by in something of a blur, Albert working himself to near exhaustion to keep from the anticipation eating away at him.
When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
...For me?
When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
...For me?
[A touch of color comes to Albert's cheeks as Moran does that, but he feels all of the emotions that accompany it and decides this place could be somehow much, much worse. His own embarrassment sparks slightly, but he still manages a fond chuckle at the scene, and this dear man.
He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
...I'll be counting on you.
He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
...I'll be counting on you.
[ ignis blinks when he answers the door, surprised. albert has always been a handsome, charming man with a smile that haunts his every fantasy, but tonight, he's gorgeous.
the dark purple suits him, and it takes ignis only a moment to realise that albert, sweet albert is starting to dress like him. he smiles, warm and tender and delighted as he offers him the large bouquet. ]
I am only sorry that they're not as stunning as you.
[ he tells him with a soft smile, musing. ]
Perhaps I should wear green the next time I see you.
the dark purple suits him, and it takes ignis only a moment to realise that albert, sweet albert is starting to dress like him. he smiles, warm and tender and delighted as he offers him the large bouquet. ]
I am only sorry that they're not as stunning as you.
[ he tells him with a soft smile, musing. ]
Perhaps I should wear green the next time I see you.
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