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[ He dips his head down to capture Albert's lips again in a hungry kiss. It muffles the sound of his moans and whines as he feels those fingers brush over his gem, run through his fingers. His hand lets go of the man's hip so that he can grab onto the back of the couch instead, fingers gripping hard on the cushion, as he starts meeting the warm body beneath him.
Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]
Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]
[He hardly uses that steel here, not yet at least, but leveling it at a willing partner like Ignis feels good and right, a grasp at power that anchors him to the world and pulls him away from his worries. His thumb runs over Ignis' lips before he draws away as well, giving Ignis one last appraising look before he cleans up the table and goes to do the dishes.
Knowing he's a fool for all of this doesn't change how much he wants or enjoys it, and even if he doesn't deserve it, or happiness at all, and much less Ignis, he he'll embrace the whole thing as tightly as he can. This is a gentle, beautiful thing that he's never experienced before, so he'll keep his head held as high as he can and accept it, no matter the consequences.
Soon enough he's done, and he makes his way to the bathroom to join Ignis. It's... lovely. He's made it cozy and it smells wonderful. Truly all that's missing is red roses, and he swears he'll make that happen next time.
He strips down to nothing quietly, then pads into the bathroom, draping his arms over Ignis from behind.]
You'll spoil me.
Knowing he's a fool for all of this doesn't change how much he wants or enjoys it, and even if he doesn't deserve it, or happiness at all, and much less Ignis, he he'll embrace the whole thing as tightly as he can. This is a gentle, beautiful thing that he's never experienced before, so he'll keep his head held as high as he can and accept it, no matter the consequences.
Soon enough he's done, and he makes his way to the bathroom to join Ignis. It's... lovely. He's made it cozy and it smells wonderful. Truly all that's missing is red roses, and he swears he'll make that happen next time.
He strips down to nothing quietly, then pads into the bathroom, draping his arms over Ignis from behind.]
You'll spoil me.
Maybe that's the plan.
[ ignis murmurs playfully as he looks back at him in the mirror, still remembering the feeling of his thumb against his lips. the gentle golden glow of the flickering flames makes everything a hundred times more romantic and sensuous, and it's very obvious that albert is naked behind him.
those arms are strong but gentle, and he can't help his heart racing just a little as he meets his gaze. truly, albert is an incredible, fascinating man -- he might have his secrets, but there is no doubt about his kindness, the sharp, intelligent edges of him that tolerates no fools and demands higher standards of those who deserve better. he's enamored with the way they engage as equals, drawn to the steel in his words -- albert is a formidable man in his own right, the comfortable push-pull of their shared dynamics is erotically addictive, and ignis finds himself wanting more.
albert is in a league of his own, and he grasps the older man's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips so albert can see him brushing reverent, gentle kisses to his knuckles. ]
Would you like to undress me, Albert?
[ ignis murmurs playfully as he looks back at him in the mirror, still remembering the feeling of his thumb against his lips. the gentle golden glow of the flickering flames makes everything a hundred times more romantic and sensuous, and it's very obvious that albert is naked behind him.
those arms are strong but gentle, and he can't help his heart racing just a little as he meets his gaze. truly, albert is an incredible, fascinating man -- he might have his secrets, but there is no doubt about his kindness, the sharp, intelligent edges of him that tolerates no fools and demands higher standards of those who deserve better. he's enamored with the way they engage as equals, drawn to the steel in his words -- albert is a formidable man in his own right, the comfortable push-pull of their shared dynamics is erotically addictive, and ignis finds himself wanting more.
albert is in a league of his own, and he grasps the older man's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips so albert can see him brushing reverent, gentle kisses to his knuckles. ]
Would you like to undress me, Albert?
Edited 2021-03-30 16:52 (UTC)
[Albert looks at Ignis and sees the same thing. He may be younger, but he's incredibly capable, strong-willed, but gentle and caring in equal measure. He's fascinated by him, and he isn't opposed to a younger man guiding him along. Their dynamic works, smoothly and beautifully, and Albert is incredibly grateful for Ignis already. Without him, he'd be a little less solid, a little more adrift.
In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
It would be my pleasure.
In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
It would be my pleasure.
[Albert doesn't mind the messiness; it's true that the imperfection of their bond is half the appeal, the way they have to work together to make things happen rather than either of them being perfect. So Albert is careful to pull his weight even here, eager hips working with a leg hooked around Moran. He wishes the kisses wouldn't stop, and he's just as eager in that, his tongue working against Moran's most unlike a proper gentleman. He never has to be proper with Moran, though, and all he can do is show how sincerely and deeply he understands that.
As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]
As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]
[ ignis easily lets him divest himself of his clothing -- he raises his arms to pull it all the way over his head as he regards him with lidded, hungry eyes, limned with open affection and deeper feelings. he has learned so much about him tonight, and as he removes his glasses proper, he turns to seek out his lips, showing his lean body off in the mirror just for him.
he guides his hands down to his pants nice and slow, undoing the buckle of his belt and the catch for him as he leans into albert's warm embrace, feeling the swell of their synchrony. it's even more intense than before -- and he wonders if it's because of what they had shared earlier this evening. perhaps. he feels closer to him, wants him even more deeply; their connection has clearly strengthened, the ease of their dynamics more formidable, and ignis finds himself moved by his grace and vulnerability.
how odd and wonderful, to find someone like that here. how odd, too, to find that he wants to protect him and keep him close. ]
Kiss me. [ he murmurs. ]
he guides his hands down to his pants nice and slow, undoing the buckle of his belt and the catch for him as he leans into albert's warm embrace, feeling the swell of their synchrony. it's even more intense than before -- and he wonders if it's because of what they had shared earlier this evening. perhaps. he feels closer to him, wants him even more deeply; their connection has clearly strengthened, the ease of their dynamics more formidable, and ignis finds himself moved by his grace and vulnerability.
how odd and wonderful, to find someone like that here. how odd, too, to find that he wants to protect him and keep him close. ]
Kiss me. [ he murmurs. ]
[Albert works the shirt off Ignis, taking time to run his hand admiringly down that toned torso as he lets Ignis steal a brief kiss. Then he works his way down, lips on Ignis' neck and chest, gently, like a lover, like someone with a right to be there. His hands do as they're directed, pulling the belt open and free, then the pants beneath are opened, too. All in this slow, adoring dance.
Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]
Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]
[ albert is absolutely, wonderfully sensuous like this, when he touches him like they belong together, like there is nothing else that matters in the world. the warmth of his touch makes ignis' pulse race and his skin tingle, anticipation simmering under his skin. despite the growing intimacy of the moment, he can't help but admire the lovely sweep of albert's eyelashes, the jewel-green of his eyes, catching the flickering light of the candles in the dark.
he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?
he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?
[He keeps showering Ignis with affectionate touches, smooth and soft and sensuous. They are quite the pair, and he's sure Ignis will see the other side of his vulnerability sooner rather than later, but for the rest of tonight he wants to be by his side, like this, like equals who know everything they need to know.
They're bared entirely a few moments later, Ignis' hard, lithe body next to Albert's, pressed together, Albert canting his hips to feel just the barest hint of friction. It won't take much to get Albert hard--it never does with ignis--and he's ready and willing to make that a part of the evening. This bath is supposed to be relaxing, but if they spend a few moments prior letting off a little of their emotional pressure, won't it be all the sweeter?]
Do? With me?
[He continues the kiss, lazy and thorough as he's held against Ignis, his tongue dancing on Ignis' as his fingers stray to that gorgeous, fulfilling cock Ignis bears.]
After we bathe...
[He pauses the kiss and looks up to his eyes.]
...I want you to take me like you did our first night. Until I can't feel a damn thing anymore, other than you.
[His fingers dance along Ignis' length, teasing and drawing him along.]
I thought I might let you come down my throat first, though.
They're bared entirely a few moments later, Ignis' hard, lithe body next to Albert's, pressed together, Albert canting his hips to feel just the barest hint of friction. It won't take much to get Albert hard--it never does with ignis--and he's ready and willing to make that a part of the evening. This bath is supposed to be relaxing, but if they spend a few moments prior letting off a little of their emotional pressure, won't it be all the sweeter?]
Do? With me?
[He continues the kiss, lazy and thorough as he's held against Ignis, his tongue dancing on Ignis' as his fingers stray to that gorgeous, fulfilling cock Ignis bears.]
After we bathe...
[He pauses the kiss and looks up to his eyes.]
...I want you to take me like you did our first night. Until I can't feel a damn thing anymore, other than you.
[His fingers dance along Ignis' length, teasing and drawing him along.]
I thought I might let you come down my throat first, though.
[ ignis' breath catches at that, and when those ridiculously skilled hands explore him right in front of that mirror. he can feel albert's cock tucking between the soft insides of his thighs, the sleek, warm shaft sliding smoothly against his balls and his own cock, and he tightens around him. is he encouraging him to move? maybe.
he's already getting hard, and ignis can feel it. drawing out the kiss sweetly, he rocks into his hand when he feels himself getting stroked. there is intimacy and pleasure, slow but sure, simmering underneath as they enjoy each other. and oh, ignis savours albert like the finest of wines, letting the kisses linger before he looks into his eyes, impossibly roused by those smooth, slow touches.
he's not in a hurry to fuck, no -- after what he's heard from albert tonight, he wants to take it slow, make sure albert knows he's treasured. he reaches up to brush albert's hair from his handsome face, quietly concerned. ]
Are you sure? I was rough with you that night.
[ and he was, pushing albert past his limits -- even if ignis had more than made it up with superb aftercare, he still feels a little guilty about that. although that last line makes his dick twitch just imagining albert with his mouth around his dick. gods, this man is a sin. ]
he's already getting hard, and ignis can feel it. drawing out the kiss sweetly, he rocks into his hand when he feels himself getting stroked. there is intimacy and pleasure, slow but sure, simmering underneath as they enjoy each other. and oh, ignis savours albert like the finest of wines, letting the kisses linger before he looks into his eyes, impossibly roused by those smooth, slow touches.
he's not in a hurry to fuck, no -- after what he's heard from albert tonight, he wants to take it slow, make sure albert knows he's treasured. he reaches up to brush albert's hair from his handsome face, quietly concerned. ]
Are you sure? I was rough with you that night.
[ and he was, pushing albert past his limits -- even if ignis had more than made it up with superb aftercare, he still feels a little guilty about that. although that last line makes his dick twitch just imagining albert with his mouth around his dick. gods, this man is a sin. ]
[The way Albert moves his hips in response to the unspoken invitation is slow, gentle, a warm reminder that Ignis does things to him, for him, even in moments of kindness. They're so compatible, effortlessly so.
Albert's fingers dance over Ignis' cock, not lingering anywhere too long, not stroking with great purpose. Just enjoying his growing girth and length is enough to satisfy Albert. He thumbs at his slit as his own growing erection slides between Ignis' thighs, enjoying the feeling of friction against both his legs and what lies between. It's soothing, in a way, just being able to feel something.]
You were, but I enjoyed it. You unmade me, Ignis. [A slow, languid kiss.] Sometimes that's what I need, I think.
[He looks to Ignis' eyes, smiling faintly.]
Not that I'll mind if you're a gentleman instead. I've put you through a few things tonight. You might be feeling like I deserve... tenderness?
[God, but why does the thought of Ignis treating him gently and softly also appeal so terribly much? He's almost embarrassed to think of it, but he'd be content if they even just held each other in the bath and afterwards in bed; perhaps he could drift off with Ignis inside him, wrapped up in his arms...]
Albert's fingers dance over Ignis' cock, not lingering anywhere too long, not stroking with great purpose. Just enjoying his growing girth and length is enough to satisfy Albert. He thumbs at his slit as his own growing erection slides between Ignis' thighs, enjoying the feeling of friction against both his legs and what lies between. It's soothing, in a way, just being able to feel something.]
You were, but I enjoyed it. You unmade me, Ignis. [A slow, languid kiss.] Sometimes that's what I need, I think.
[He looks to Ignis' eyes, smiling faintly.]
Not that I'll mind if you're a gentleman instead. I've put you through a few things tonight. You might be feeling like I deserve... tenderness?
[God, but why does the thought of Ignis treating him gently and softly also appeal so terribly much? He's almost embarrassed to think of it, but he'd be content if they even just held each other in the bath and afterwards in bed; perhaps he could drift off with Ignis inside him, wrapped up in his arms...]
Albert. You deserve both, and I'll give it to you.
[ ignis' gaze flickers up to meet his in the mirror, intent and unyielding. he can feel albert growing even more aroused, and the way he teases the sensitive slit of his cock is incredibly distracted. already, sticky pre-cum is smeared onto albert's fingers, proof of how much ignis desires him.
he slips out of his hold now, mourning the feeling of that cock so intimately pressed against him, but there'll be more time for that after. completely naked, just like albert, he turns around to observe him, to admire that fine, fine body, the broadness of his chest and shoulders and just how perfect he is, right down to that incredible cock.
he takes his hand now, leading him to the full length mirror on the bathroom wall beside the counter, and he comes around behind him this time, letting albert be on full display before the mirror. pressing his lips to his ear, his words are pitched low, sultry. just for him. ]
I'll fuck you thoroughly and roughly like I did before. I'll split you open on my cock, you gorgeous man. And I'll put you back together tenderly, over and over again. I've missed your sweet cries, and how greedy you are.
[ ignis' gaze flickers up to meet his in the mirror, intent and unyielding. he can feel albert growing even more aroused, and the way he teases the sensitive slit of his cock is incredibly distracted. already, sticky pre-cum is smeared onto albert's fingers, proof of how much ignis desires him.
he slips out of his hold now, mourning the feeling of that cock so intimately pressed against him, but there'll be more time for that after. completely naked, just like albert, he turns around to observe him, to admire that fine, fine body, the broadness of his chest and shoulders and just how perfect he is, right down to that incredible cock.
he takes his hand now, leading him to the full length mirror on the bathroom wall beside the counter, and he comes around behind him this time, letting albert be on full display before the mirror. pressing his lips to his ear, his words are pitched low, sultry. just for him. ]
I'll fuck you thoroughly and roughly like I did before. I'll split you open on my cock, you gorgeous man. And I'll put you back together tenderly, over and over again. I've missed your sweet cries, and how greedy you are.
[ ignis is a very polite man, and he also knows that albert has a soft spot for doing things the traditional way, even if nothing about their more adult activities can be termed 'traditional'.
anyway. ignis knows, and decides that he ought to surprise albert with it from time to time. so here he is, at his doorstep at an appropriate time in the mid-morning, holding a single, perfect rose, painstakingly chosen out of five flower shops. it is a vibrant, deep red the colour of heart-blood. and so he knocks, clad in a dark shirt and suspenders. ]
Albert?
anyway. ignis knows, and decides that he ought to surprise albert with it from time to time. so here he is, at his doorstep at an appropriate time in the mid-morning, holding a single, perfect rose, painstakingly chosen out of five flower shops. it is a vibrant, deep red the colour of heart-blood. and so he knocks, clad in a dark shirt and suspenders. ]
Albert?
[Albert has been busy arranging things for moving and purchasing furniture and the like, so he's been up for hours by the time the door is knocked on.
He isn't expecting company... but he drops everything and goes to the door anyway, dressed in a black and green subtly patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging loosely untied as he crunches numbers.
He doesn't expect to see Ignis on the other side, and his face lights up at the sight of him.]
Ignis! Good morning! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure?
He isn't expecting company... but he drops everything and goes to the door anyway, dressed in a black and green subtly patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging loosely untied as he crunches numbers.
He doesn't expect to see Ignis on the other side, and his face lights up at the sight of him.]
Ignis! Good morning! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure?
[ ignis hadn't thought that albert could get any more handsome -- he was wrong. even in a state of casual dress, tie loose and sleeves rolled up, he's a stunner. even better, when he sees those beautiful eyes light up at the sight of him, and ignis privately thinks that there is little that charms him more than this.
he smiles, stepping up to offer the rose to him. ]
Good morning, Albert. As much as I've enjoyed our texts, I find myself wanting to see you again. [ he smiles, offering him a courtly little bow. ] I should like to invite you out on another date this evening at six-thirty. Will you accept?
he smiles, stepping up to offer the rose to him. ]
Good morning, Albert. As much as I've enjoyed our texts, I find myself wanting to see you again. [ he smiles, offering him a courtly little bow. ] I should like to invite you out on another date this evening at six-thirty. Will you accept?
[Oh. This is...
He's being...
Albert's gaze softens immeasurably as he looks at Ignis, reaching out to take the flower. There's something in the way he grasps it gently, dignified, with care... the way his fingers brush against Ignis'.
He places his free hand over his heart in a measure of respect and bows in return, half giddy, completely moved.]
I humbly accept. [He straightens, drawing the rose up so he can take in its distinctive scent.] I would love nothing more in the world.
He's being...
Albert's gaze softens immeasurably as he looks at Ignis, reaching out to take the flower. There's something in the way he grasps it gently, dignified, with care... the way his fingers brush against Ignis'.
He places his free hand over his heart in a measure of respect and bows in return, half giddy, completely moved.]
I humbly accept. [He straightens, drawing the rose up so he can take in its distinctive scent.] I would love nothing more in the world.
I'm glad.
[ his response and the brush of those fingers against his quells that small, oddly anxious flicker that he might be turned down, that albert might have had something on tonight, or if he is with someone else. his smile widens, drawn to just how albert takes the flower and responds. indeed, he was right to ask this in person. ] I thought you would prefer something like this to text.
[ he murmurs, green eyes warm and twinkling with affection and pleasure. after all, when you court a gentleman like albert, getting personal is crucial. ]
[ his response and the brush of those fingers against his quells that small, oddly anxious flicker that he might be turned down, that albert might have had something on tonight, or if he is with someone else. his smile widens, drawn to just how albert takes the flower and responds. indeed, he was right to ask this in person. ] I thought you would prefer something like this to text.
[ he murmurs, green eyes warm and twinkling with affection and pleasure. after all, when you court a gentleman like albert, getting personal is crucial. ]
[Albert faintly wonders if he wouldn't drop everything to go on a date with Ignis. He's looking at Ignis like he invented roses himself and had the forethought to bring the first one to him.
How he'd like to be courted by this man.]
Can I trouble you to come in for coffee, or should I be content to see you tonight?
How he'd like to be courted by this man.]
Can I trouble you to come in for coffee, or should I be content to see you tonight?
I would love to have some coffee with you.
[ ignis picks up on the unspoken implication immediately -- somehow, albert has made provisions for coffee even though he's an avid tea-drinker, and he can't help but be charmed by it. he meets those eyes, intent and genuine and purposeful in the same breath.
it's true, ignis is most definitely courting him. he nods, and steps forward when offered. ]
Have you acquired supplies of your own? I remember your drink of choice has always been tea.
[ and he's why ignis has an english tea and earl grey collection in his kitchen cupboard now. ]
[ ignis picks up on the unspoken implication immediately -- somehow, albert has made provisions for coffee even though he's an avid tea-drinker, and he can't help but be charmed by it. he meets those eyes, intent and genuine and purposeful in the same breath.
it's true, ignis is most definitely courting him. he nods, and steps forward when offered. ]
Have you acquired supplies of your own? I remember your drink of choice has always been tea.
[ and he's why ignis has an english tea and earl grey collection in his kitchen cupboard now. ]
[Albert does his best to hide his glee at Ignis accepting. Arranging things for the new house has been a task, and they'll move soon, but he can and will take a break to enjoy exceptional company.
He reaches out, offering a hand to bring Ignis inside.]
I have indeed acquired supplies of my own.
[A light laugh. He has a grinder and a press, and the finest beans from the best shop in town, a dark roast full of flavor that he's made for himself a few times to see if he'll develop a taste for it.
Though it's improper, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to Ignis' cheek, delicately possessive, appreciative.]
I've been thinking of trying it cold sometime as well, but I can't work up the nerve.
He reaches out, offering a hand to bring Ignis inside.]
I have indeed acquired supplies of my own.
[A light laugh. He has a grinder and a press, and the finest beans from the best shop in town, a dark roast full of flavor that he's made for himself a few times to see if he'll develop a taste for it.
Though it's improper, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to Ignis' cheek, delicately possessive, appreciative.]
I've been thinking of trying it cold sometime as well, but I can't work up the nerve.
I got you something. When can you be ready to come see it?
[ ignis takes his hand easily, fingers slotting with his as he follows him inside, taking in the state of things in his home. shifting to accept his kiss readily, he brightens when he sees the grinder and the press, the lingering scent of coffee in the kitchen. ]
It's an acquired taste, I must warn you. But milk and sugar makes it go down smoothly.
[ he gives his hand a squeeze, impossibly warmed that albert would try something new and so out of his wheelhouse just for him. so maybe the possessiveness and appreciativeness is a shared feeling, pulsing gently, comfortably in their easy synchrony. he's looking around, too, openly curious. ]
Are you moving?
It's an acquired taste, I must warn you. But milk and sugar makes it go down smoothly.
[ he gives his hand a squeeze, impossibly warmed that albert would try something new and so out of his wheelhouse just for him. so maybe the possessiveness and appreciativeness is a shared feeling, pulsing gently, comfortably in their easy synchrony. he's looking around, too, openly curious. ]
Are you moving?
[Albert makes a soft sigh of protest when Ignis moves, but he can't be upset for long when those gorgeous eyes are on him, feasting, admiring. He holds Ignis' hand a little tighter than he probably needs to, struck vulnerable by that first statement.
Once he's in front of the mirror and Ignis leans in, he raises a hand to tangle it in his hair, perfect and lovely as always. It's clear Ignis doesn't want him to look away, so he doesn't, eyes running down his own body, learning himself for what feels like the first time even if it isn't. He looks for what Ignis sees, strength, passion, someone who deserves to be treated properly by another.
Slowly, his eyes rake back up, just as his fingers stroke Ignis' cheek.]
I will never tire of how you treat me. [A soft sigh.] How could I not be greedy for you? Once I felt you inside me, I craved more. [He turns his head to press his lips to Ignis' proud, gorgeous jaw.] You're everything I didn't know I needed. I mean that.
Once he's in front of the mirror and Ignis leans in, he raises a hand to tangle it in his hair, perfect and lovely as always. It's clear Ignis doesn't want him to look away, so he doesn't, eyes running down his own body, learning himself for what feels like the first time even if it isn't. He looks for what Ignis sees, strength, passion, someone who deserves to be treated properly by another.
Slowly, his eyes rake back up, just as his fingers stroke Ignis' cheek.]
I will never tire of how you treat me. [A soft sigh.] How could I not be greedy for you? Once I felt you inside me, I craved more. [He turns his head to press his lips to Ignis' proud, gorgeous jaw.] You're everything I didn't know I needed. I mean that.
[He smiles, trying to resist the urge to stand close to Ignis, to wrap him up in his arms and hold him. It's a very new thing for Albert, wanting to embrace anyone fondly other than his brothers, but with Ignis the sync is blissful, and he'll take as much of it as he can get. Still, for now, he'll just hold his hand and look him over with kind eyes.]
Milk and sugar. I'll give that a try, too.
[He notes Ignis looking around, and takes a look as well.]
Ah, I was going to send you a note about that later. Yes, I'm moving. I think I mentioned before that one of our household servants is here? He... well, he's been here longer than I, and he saw fit to purchase a home for my use, and that of my brothers, should they arrive.
[A little wistfully:] It will be terribly empty for now, which is why I don't want to move until it's furnished and prepared.
Milk and sugar. I'll give that a try, too.
[He notes Ignis looking around, and takes a look as well.]
Ah, I was going to send you a note about that later. Yes, I'm moving. I think I mentioned before that one of our household servants is here? He... well, he's been here longer than I, and he saw fit to purchase a home for my use, and that of my brothers, should they arrive.
[A little wistfully:] It will be terribly empty for now, which is why I don't want to move until it's furnished and prepared.
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