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Nothing of import.

[Though he knows he can't hide anything from him, so he pauses, then responds after he mirrors the kiss to his cheek.]

Missing my brothers. That's all.

[He smiles as if to say "I told you it wasn't anything important", but his hand lingers in Ignis'.]

You look so comfortable I almost want to fall asleep on you. How are you so effortlessly breathtaking?

It's important to me.

[ ignis says quietly, bluntly, reaching up to cup his cheek. in the weeks that they have known each other, ignis has become increasingly enamoured with him, drawn to this man and his quirks.

he doesn't buy that smile either, and he brings up his hand to press a soft, gentle and lingering kiss to his knuckles. ]

I could say the same for you, but you're an incredibly distracting man, and I would rather spend tonight cheering you up. I'm sorry they're not here yet.

You're far too kind.

[He means more than that, but won't say it at the moment. There's a pause as his eyes track the kiss, the adoration he's sure he doesn't deserve, and won't ask for from anyone else.]

I wonder if it's better that they aren't, or if this is...

[A punishment. Divine retribution that he's suffering because of what he started.]

...something I shouldn't think about too heavily. There's little productive to gain. Furthermore, why should I be remotely sad when I have you in front of me?

[It's his turn to kiss his guest's hand.]

No need to cheer me. Just be yourself, and I'll be swept up in your charms sooner than I can blink.

Albert.

[ he says quietly -- as charming and lovely as he knows albert is, he also knows him enough to understand that he sometimes wields that charm as a defense mechanism, retreating into himself and putting others before him. ignis has noticed it, and gently calls him out.

after all, albert deserves more than he thinks he does. ]

It's time to not be selfless. Let me take care of you tonight. I tried my hand at making a Yorkshire pudding.

[It's permission to crumble, and he loves and loathes it. This is why he adores Ignis so, why they clicked from the first moment they laid eyes on each other. He smiles, bittersweet, for several moments.

Yorkshire pudding. Commoner food, to be sure, but the kind Louis would unironically make them all, and that Albert would love with every fiber of his being.

He's so touched he can't even speak for a while. He fears that if he does, his voice will betray him.

Rather than speak, he wraps Ignis into an embrace, something he's only come to appreciate since coming here. He knows it's horribly sentimental, so he doesn't hold it for longer than the amount of time it takes for him to breathe Ignis in and stave off an emotional response. When he pulls away, he reaches out to stroke fingers over Ignis' hair, so like a lover.]

You're the best man here. I can make some tea to go with it.

Edited 2021-03-27 06:15 (UTC)

[ there it is, a glimpse of the real albert, the young man underneath the many layers of gallant chivalry and charm. ignis had remembered when albert had spoken about his brothers, how he loved them and the food he ate, and he had attempted to replicate it himself as a gift for him.

as it turns out, it's one hell of a gift. he leans into the embrace and gives him a tender squeeze, happy to hold him as the warmth of their connection intensifies. he can feel it, the press of homesickness, albert's sadness, and he leans into his touch willingly.

how strange and wonderful, that he would connect with him so strongly. he catches a hold of him with a soft, playful smile. ]

Let me help. I'm loathe to let you go now that I have you again.

[His heart aches at being wanted in any way when he's missing his brothers so much, at the kindness and courtesy Ignis always shows him. He's an absolute treasure, Albert knows, and he's endlessly glad he caught his eye.

And he can feel that concern, the tenderness, something he's all too sure he doesn't deserve.]

I can't say no to you.

[He'll lead him to the kitchen by that hold, smiling distractedly still.]

Could I somehow convince you to stay the night?

Only if you stop standing on ceremony with me.

[ he says plainly. even now, albert is immaculate, polite and sweetly courteous. tonight is not about ignis, not when he knows albert is struggling with profound homesickness alone in his quiet apartment.

he follows him into the kitchen, but he gently backs him against the counter, his gaze intent but warm, focused only on albert. he's here for him tonight. his hand cups his cheek. ]

Ask me again.

[He hates being admonished for defending himself the way he always has, but their bond is a unique one, and he would rather be as honest with Ignis as he can be. Even if the man knows next to nothing of the truth, he's sure he suspects there's more going on.

So Albert closes his eyes for a moment, letting the press of Ignis in front of him and the counter behind him center him. When he opens his eyes again, his gaze is dull, tired. Honest.]

Stay with me. Please.

[ albert is right. ignis might not be privy to his secrets, but he knows that there's more going on with him than he's let on. however, ignis is in no hurry to pry those secrets from him -- not when he isn't ready. after all, there are still other things they have yet to discover and learn about each other, and ignis looks forward to further deepening their unique bond.

he softens when albert finally discards that lovely veneer of aristocratic manners, when he finally shows him his true state of mind, and he cups his cheek briefly. he sees him as he is, and he accepts him. ]

I will stay with you tonight.

[ he murmurs gently, then shifts away to give him space. ]

I'll make the tea and serve the pudding. Go and take a seat.

[Albert absolutely hates being vulnerable, but he's learning that it's okay with some people, or in fact necessary. There will be times when he'll resist, he knows, but not when he's being looked at like that with those beautiful eyes and a hand on his cheek.

Ignis shifts away, but Albert follows, pulling him close again for a brief, gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. If Ignis gets to assert himself, so does Albert. That's how their dance works. He murmurs against his skin.]

Thank you, Ignis.

[A breath. He's being cared for, waited on like Louis would when he had a hard time of things, and it only makes things ache more. But he'll dutifully go and sit at the small dining table to wait. Pulling the jacket around himself more tightly and zipping it, he watches Ignis work.]

You really are the most handsome man I've ever seen.

I wonder if I'll remember that when we return, or if things will go back to how they were.

[ It's an idle question that he asks as he watches Albert lightly kiss his fingertips. The soft touch of his lips is somehow novel. He rests his false hand between the man's legs, pressing it lightly over the front of his pants. Moran always laments about not being able to feel what his hand can, but it is thanks to being in this world that he acquired something useful. ]

I wonder if von Herder could make something like this for me.

[ The man did help create quite the useful artificial hand back home; it could move like a normal hand even if he had no feeling in it. But what he really appreciates about his new robotic appendage is something that he'd been using more to massage sore muscles that he had. So, he's been wondering and seems like he gets to try it out with Albert -- the palm of his hand against the front of the man's pants and fingers slipping lower; he turns on the vibrating function, softly at first.

He wonders how sudden and frightening it still is and brings his body to press more against Alberts; hot mouth close to his ear. ]

How is it?

I don't know--

[He has more to say, but then Moran is touching him rather intimately, and his eye brows raise in surprise. That's his false hand; Albert had no idea he'd had adjustments made here, so when Moran turns on that function, he can't help fairly squirming.

It's more that he doesn't expect it than it is anything about how it feels, and after a moment of the vibration with Moran's solid form pressed against him, too, he manages little more than a sigh at first.

Oh, he was asked a question. As if the way his hips press into the touch isn't indication enough, though.]

It's... surprising.

I didn't realize you could be so cute.

[ He comments more to himself than to Albert. His lips press a soft kiss on the underside of the man's jaw before dipping down to place a harder, more appreciative kiss against the gem on Albert's throat. Moran opens his mouth to flick his tongue against the surface of it before drawing himself lower. ]

It seems like you took care of me this whole morning. [ With a conversational tone, his hand presses more between the man's legs. His fingers lightly running along, lightly teasing, the inseam of the pants. ]

I'm sorry for being so difficult. [ He should at least say that much, going back to a point the two of them made earlier -- admitting that he's to blame for not attempting to reconcile with him sooner. There's a bit that he wants to make up for as he settles down between the man's legs, still stroking and rubbing him hard with his false hand. ]

Cute...?

[He tipshis head back with a scoff, letting Moran do as he will, accepting it and enjoying it. It's especially lovely when he sweetly attacks the gem, which turns out to be more sensitive than Albert thought it would be. Between that and the way Moran's hand is working on him, Albert is well on his way to being an absolute mess.

Difficult, though? He could reassure, but one hand lands squarely in Moran's hair and grips. Albert is certain he was being just as troublesome as Moran. And yet here he is getting this kind of attention...]

At least you're making up for it...

[The more Moran works, the more Albert wants, but he's certainly not about to say that. Moran truly has nothing to make up or apologize for in Albert's eyes. Misunderstandings between the two of them are explosive, at times. They've moved on, and Albert is keen on continuing going forward.]

Would this be easier if I were less... clothed?

[ Moran leans into the hand that is on his hair; tilting his head into the grip. He really is sometimes a dog of the manor, but he smiles as he accepts that about himself, too. ]

It would be a little helpful, yes.

[ He's not so cruel -- he turns the vibrations off as he starts to unbutton and zip down the man's pants. His eyes drift back up to look at him -- staring carefully at the other's green eyes. There is something silent in his stare that asks him to watch.

My devotion isn't only for William. It is something that he's said, something that he wanted felt, but actions are sometimes better than feelings and words. He slips his artificial fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, as he pulls the pants and undergarments down.

The fingers slide out of his mouth. ]

Even this part of you is beautiful, huh? [ So he says before placing a kiss at the base of the arousal in front of him. ]

[This is very new and different, and Albert is not in any way complaining. If the attraction is mutual, why shouldn't they do what the place demands? And it is attraction, from Albert's side, even if he wouldn't openly admit it before. Moran is handsome, capable, rough around the edges in all the ways that make a man magnetic, and he's loyal almost to a fault. He's as remarkable as he is safe for Albert, so who better for him to try all of this out with?

With the silent request to watch, Albert unquestioningly obeys, lifting his hips to allow Moran to work his lower garments down. His fingers stroke Moran's hair lightly, its usual artful messiness a wreck from the night before. He wants to remind him that he doesn't have to do this, and he's about to as he watches those fingers slide past Moran's lips, but...

Then he calls him beautiful, and Albert's resolve snaps, changes from simmering curiosity to honest desire, and his fingers tighten into a grasp.]

I fully suspect you're no less impressive.

That's quite the compliment.

[ He again places another kiss on the underside of the other's arousal, like he is offering him a thanks. ]

Certainly not how you thought your morning would go, hm?

[ Moran decides to share with him just how he feels about the day. But it seems like they have some pent up feelings that they aren't certain what to do with -- at least, that is how it is in his case. The relief at finally meeting Albert as equals; the comfort in knowing they understand one another; the loneliness and pain at being away from the manor but solace that they have in being with each other. All these feelings crash inside of him.

He drags his tongue along the underside of Albert. His fingers slipping underneath to lightly rub against his entrance. ]

Feeling up to that, or... [ He's fine with just tasting Albert rather than doing anything more. ]

Edited 2021-03-28 00:26 (UTC)

[ oh -- he likes that. ignis can't help but smile when albert pulls him close, clearly asserting himself in turn even as he allows ignis to boss him around and mind him. it's lovely, how albert discreetly, sweetly reminds him that he's doing this because he wants to, that their dance has always been between equals.

he smiles at that praise, before he prepares two cups of tea and one yorkshire pudding, collecting the cutlery with him on a tray. he sets it down delicately before him, removing the items from the tray to serve, before he settles in a seat adjacent to him. ]

And you are the most charming man I've ever met. I fear I may be spoiled by your praise.

[That Albert can revere and admire him while also being equals is something terribly special to him. The fact that he's found someone he can be that comfortable with is in itself a comfort.

His whole body is turned toward Ignis, full attention on him in a most undignified manner, so that he actually has to move the chair slightly when the food is set before him.]

It's so easy to praise you, though. [He thinks it'll be a cold day in hell before he sees a fault or a flaw in this man. Watery-eyed, he looks down at the pastry.]

I can't believe you remembered me talking about this. No, I... can believe it, because you're you, but I still think I might be dreaming.

[A glance up.]

I hope you know I'll be paying this back in kind, when I can. Somehow.

Not in the slightest how I thought my morning would go.

[He expected to have coffee with Moran at best. Now he's fought with him, kissed him, been held in his arms, and his mouth is doing obscene things he's incredibly grateful to be experiencing. It isn't lost on him that Moran has a little bit of a reputation for skirt chasing, but that he chose to go home with Albert last night. Their reunion could've been bittersweet.

He'll use Moran as shelter, he's sure, because Albert always was the sort to rely too much upon the kindness of his brothers. However sturdy and capable he is alone, he's twice as much so when he has William's plans and Louis' support. But here, there's no MI6, no call signs or missions. Right now it's just the two of them, and what they want, and what they need.

And what he needs right now, he communicates clearly, sliding down a bit more on the couch as his eyes fix on Moran's. When he speaks, it's breathless, tight.]

By all means.

[Even if he generally prefers things the other way around, he is not saying no to Moran. Absolutely not. He's been far too curious for far too long.]

You know...

[ Something occurs to him and he pulls away -- there is a look of appreciation in how Albert is on the couch; the way that his body seems to want him. He breathes a little sharp in through his nose, feeling his own pants become quite uncomfortable at the sight.

But he pauses only to dig through his jacket in order to produce a small bottle. His head cants to the side as a way to brush off the appearance of it. However, that evening at the bar, he had intended to go home with someone and wasn't certain if that someone would be a woman or a man. He flicks the top of it off to pour some of the contents on his artificial fingers. ]

Albert. [ Moran calls to him as his fingers once more bringing between his legs, lightly touching him at his entrance before he gently slides one finger in. ] I swear myself to you, as well. Your will and dreams here... I'll see them come true.

[Albert watches him with curiosity, only to laugh faintly and look away when he sees what he's pulled from the jacket. He saw that the day before in a shop, so he's well aware of what it's used for now. He didn't think he'd be getting a taste of it so soon, of course, but things just go how they go in life, and he isn't complaining about the fact that Moran is definitely going through with this.

He looks back to him as he comes near again, at the sound of his own name, and the words that follow make his entire body ache. He never wanted loyalty sworn to himself. He never wanted anything but to be allies with a common cause. But he will take it, in William's absence.

He reaches up to grasp Moran's hair again and drag him down into a kiss, this time heated, as he feels the finger slip inside.]

I won't let you regret saying that. [It's murmured against those lips, before Albert captures them again.]

[ I won't regret it.

Moran lets Albert feel those words in how they kiss one another; he has them experience them in his other hand resting on the man's hip, lightly holding onto it. I won't regret it. This is what he says over and over as he kisses him; as their mouths press tight against each other and how his tongue slips into Albert's mouth.

This loyalty is yours. Because he won't lie to Albert. The loyalty that he feels for William will always overshadow whatever he feels for anyone else -- that includes Louis, Fred, Bond... everyone. He will betray their expectations in him for William. But that does not mean that the loyalty that he offers to Albert is not meant only for him.

These words -- these sentiments -- he attempts to repeat and be sworn to Albert as his fingers move themselves in and out, carefully preparing him. ]

There's nothing to repay. I wanted to be here with you.

[ ignis tells him simply, because as their bond progressed in the past few weeks, ignis has increasingly stopped considering it as a transaction, or a resource. he is coming to genuinely care about albert beyond their incredibly chemistry and compatibility.

he reaches out now, gently tipping albert's face to his before he leans in to press a kiss on those soft, soft lips. ignis doesn't miss how his eyes are watery, nor the fact that he's clearly going through something, but he wants albert to know that he's here for him. ]

I know that this can never replace your brothers, but please know that you deserve to be cared for. And you deserve to be happy.

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