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[ he doesn't take his eyes off him in the mirror, his hands possessively coming to slide up his sides, shifting to over the flat of his abdomen, the defined muscles he finds there, over his chest and down again, one hand coming to cup his balls in his palm before stroking upwards, sensuously tightening around the thickening shaft of his cock.

ignis' gaze is intent and admiring, hungry in the light as he leans forward to nuzzle into albert's neck, his cheek, leaning into his touch. they're a match made in paradise, and ignis can't ignore the way he slots so perfectly against him, how albert is so effortlessly sensual and captivating. he sees a man that is made to be ravished and worshiped, to be loved, and he hums in approval when he feels albert's soft lips against his jaw.

he continues to gently stroke his cock, up and down where they can both see, thumbing over his sensitive slit before teasing at his foreskin, pulling it down to reveal the plump, flushed head of his cock. ]

So are you, Albert. I'm afraid I'm addicted to you.

[ he says softly, honestly. ] I could spend hours and hours worshiping you, exploring you, giving you pleasure until you fall apart around me.

[ his other hand simply plucks the lube from the armiger, before gently tucking it into albert's hand, his meaning clear. ]

Let me inside you again, my dearest man.

[ ignis picks up on that impulse, those stirrings through their bond -- is it him, or do the feelings he's picking up on their connection more vivid, more apparent than before? ignis raises their joined hands so that he can press a soft, lingering kiss to his knuckles, courtly but clearly affectionate.

of course, ignis, who is clearly also a bad influence on albert, simply pulls albert into his arms, an arm sliding around his waist to keep him close, their hands still joined on the other, almost like they're easing into a dance only they can hear the music to. ]

I'll miss this lovely place. The times I had with you in here. [ he muses almost playfully, but he's clearly approving. albert needs to be with the people he loves and not alone. ]

[The kiss to Albert's hand makes him give Ignis a wry half-smile, endlessly charmed, but pulling him into his arms makes Albert tip his head back for a joyous little laugh. Maybe they should dance. His hand holding the rose balances against Ignis' back as he looks into those gentle green eyes, enchanted.

Albert straightens a bit and sways Ignis in the open space between the dining table and the couch.]

I never made it home.

[His smile won't fade, won't so much as wilt, even at the cheekiness.]

Promise me you'll come make wonderful memories with me in my new home. The bathroom in the largest bedroom is magnificent, and when you see the bed, you'll get endless ideas.

[A little cheek leveled back at him as he turns them slowly through the room.]

[ oh, darling, you're absolutely lovely.

ignis' sentiment practically blossoms in their shared bond as meets his gaze, just as captivated. his hand splaying over the small of his back as they slip flawlessly into a slow dance, he can't help but chuckle, delighted by his joy and excited by that endearing little laugh.

albert laughs so rarely, and ignis loves each and every time he draws it out of him. he's just as cheeky and appreciative as he lets albert lead, slowing only to press his forehead to his with a tender, soft smile. ]

So you're getting the biggest bathroom, I see. And of course, I promise. [ he noses playfully against his cheek. ] Tell me all about that bed of yours, and how much you want me in it.

Hey. Don't go reading into things for your own benefit.

I'll be over soon it's a bit too big to bring to the apartments so be prepared for a bit of a walk.

If you got me something you weren't excited about, you'd leave it at my door and tell me later.

A walk? I needed to get out, anyway. Very well; I'll be waiting.

Be quiet or I'm sending it back.

[ He will turn this whole manor around!!

So he says without meaning it as he heads over to Albert's apartment. Is he dressed a little nicer than usual? No! It's just the man's imagination. Moran did not get better clothes instead of maintaining and keeping up his old manor attire. Shut up. ]

This is text, Moran. I haven't said a word.

[He's really loving this internet sarcasm portion of New Things here.

When he opens the door to see... a very handsomely dressed Moran, he can't help giving him two entire looks up and down.]

I am actually surprised that the gift isn't you, dressed like that.

[Albert is dressed down for the day, having decided to go out again to Ruby Underground, but he waves Moran inside so he can go change to match.]

I won't be a moment.

[ Moran reaches out to grab onto Albert's arm to stop him from disappearing into the apartment. He clicks his tongue as he has to admit that he is honestly excited about the gift that he has gotten the man; it's something that will be felt in their connection.

But he turns his head to let out a huffing sigh. ]

If you like it so much, don't wander off. Come bask in my looks as we head out.

[ It's not like he wants him to see what he got him as soon as possible so that he can see Albert happy. Not at all it. ]

[Oh. Moran grabs Albert and he stops in his tracks, turning back to face him. That eagerness threads its way into their connection, and Albert looks at Moran apologetically.]

I simply thought I was underdressed. If it's fine like this, I'll bask in your devilish charms just as I am.

[Better?]

So annoying.

[ He can feel the tips of his ears turning red as he keeps tugging him along -- being just polite enough to let Albert be able to close the door before he lets go of his hand. ]

It's fine like it. [ Moran tugs lightly on the bottom of his dress shirt before he tucks his hands into his pockets to start walking. ] I just dressed up a little. Don't worry so much about it.

[ And he's off -- walking quickly!! ]

You...

[Shut up and just be handsome, Moran. Albert likes the look and appreciates the extra effort being made for... whatever reason it's being made for. But fine. He locks up and briskly walks to catch up with Moran.]

I'll try not to worry. You're keen on doing this quickly, then.

[He smiles, genuine but guarded because there may be other people around.]

I'm getting excited, myself.

[Off they go! He won't badger Moran to talk while they travel.]

[ It is probably good that he doesn't keep holding Albert's hand as they head toward the manor. Moran even has moments when he gets too into his own head.

He wonders if, perhaps, what is a nice gift that he may be overstepping his boundaries a little. After all, despite separating himself from that life, he also is a noble. He grew up in that sort of life. Buying something like this for a beloved is natural, but doesn't it also step on the pride of someone else.

As they walk, he lets out a few sighs but turns his head away so Albert can't see the expression that he's making. There is a feeling building up that he may just say, "Let's forget it." But they've already reached their destination -- which is something moving from one district to another with someone who seems like they're having some existential crisis, but here they are.

Moran pauses to stop outside of the manor. He keeps his back turned. ]

Well, anyway, here it is. [ A beat. ] This here ... it's yours. [ He reaches into his pocket and produces the items to prove that it was all bought in Albert's name. ]

[Well, it's not like he wouldn't hold Moran's hand, propriety be damned and all. He's concerned that the poor man is having a crisis of some sort, but he's not about to ask in public.

It's a bit of a walk, but when they get there and they stop in front of a beautiful mansion, Albert looks around curiously. As intelligent as he is, he could never fathom Moran buying him something massive, so it's not until the papers come out that he registers whats going on.

His eyes slide from the papers to the facade of the manor, not as overwhelming as theirs back home but perfect for if the rest of the crew shows up, and tasteful on the outside. And it probably cost an absolute fortune.]

...Colonel.

[Pride is nothing when he has someone as devoted and true as Moran at his side. He's going to treasure this.]

[ What a challenge. He wonders if he could even have it in him to pull away from the sight that is before him. It is what drives him to place another kiss on the corner of Albert's mouth and along the man's chin. His voice drops down as he brings his mouth close to his ear. ]

You're really good.

[ Moran sees no reason to get into how this isn't how either of them thought things would go. It's better to say something else. He thinks of all the times that he's complimented Albert and can only think of a few times he did so sincerely. But then, they both live more into wanting to do as what is expected of them than be giving false praise. ]

Every party of you is beautiful. [ He keeps giving him sweet words as he thrusts into him, as his hand slides up and down his hard cock, as he starts to lose some of his words to pants and obscene moans. Yet still, he can't stop himself from telling Albert how beautiful that he finds him, how good that he feels around him, drowning him in adoring words as he rolls and rocks his hips against him. ]

What?

[ It sounds more accusatory than what he means. He still hasn't quite turned to look to see what sort of expression that Albert is making -- even though that is why he rushed him along so that he could see it.

His eyes close as he frowns -- disappointed in himself more than anything else. He lets out a single sigh, defeated, before he finally shifts so that he could look at him. ]

Yes?

[It says something that Albert's reaction is to stare back at Moran in disbelief for several seconds, like he's going to say this is a joke, or there's a catch. But deep down he knows that won't happen, because Moran is Moran, a good man, a sound ally, a friend.

And right there in front of everyone in the whole neighborhood, Albert reaches up to hook a hand at the back of Moran's head and pull him down into a lengthy, rather spirited kiss.

It's the best he can do to start repaying him for this kindness. A little manna to go with his gratitude.]

[ Huh?

Stupidly, that word comes into his head as Albert pulls him down into a kiss. His eyes widen a little as he wasn't expecting it. The affection that he feels in it, however, settles whatever nerves and doubts that he is having.

His arms wrapping around the man to pull him in close. He tilts his head so that he can deepen the excited kiss that he is given. Mouth opening a little, he wants to taste a little more.

Moran hates that there is a feeling of gratitude in Albert's response; he sends those emotions whether he likes them or not. There is a warm sense of happiness that he is able to do something for the man, since it has always felt that Albert did all things by himself. ]

[Good. Let Albert still have a few surprises left in him. He can feel Moran settling calmly into the kiss, their connection warming Albert from the inside out like a good drink.

He lets himself be wrapped up in those arms, tipping his head to accept more, the tiniest flare of desire slipping in as he runs his tongue lightly over Moran's lips.

If Moran wasn't here, Albert would have been at a loss. Without him, he'd likely be an entirely paranoid mess. Instead, he has someone who will watch his back, who will always be there to ground him and keep him from being alone. No matter what.

He breaks the kiss by a small distance, breath steady and calm.]

...You'll live here with me, won't you?

You think that you can stand me?

[ His tone is affectionate and quiet. The words that he's saying, even in jest, are really only just for Albert to hear. It doesn't bother him all that much that they are out in public, but what he has to say is something that is only meant for him. Let his actions be narrated however anyone would like, but what he says is something he only wants given to Albert. ]

What did I tell you? I'd always be at your side.

[ Of course, he isn't so crass as to bring home people to the manor. He'll keep his apartment for those sort of situations. But in any other, he'll live and stay with Albert. ]

You won't be alone while I am here.

Thank you.

[For the house. For staying. For being loyal. For everything. Albert knows Moran doesn't want to hear it, but he'll only say it once. The way they are right now, so close, he doesn't care if the whole world sees. This is his man, his sworn, devoted friend, and he'll let it be known.]

Shall we look inside? I doubt it's furnished.

[He feels that look more than sees it, and the warm familiarity they've begun to radiate every time they speak or get close is becoming almost addictive for Albert. The press of his forehead makes Albert sigh gently, captivated and somehow wishing this moment could last far longer than it surely will. There's so much to be done today.]

The bathtub has room for two. [Tipping his head indulgently at the press of Ignis' nose, he lets put a content little hum.] The bed has tall posts and removable curtains. I've had some of the furniture moved in already. Is it pitiful that I'm so excited about simply having more space? Even empty, it will feel more like home. Oh, and the kitchen... [He closes his eyes and continues the slow, meandering dance.] Marble countertops, modern appliances, and space enough to cook for an army.

[ being with albert is incredible -- he has never been more at ease, unburdened and happy, the strength of their bond and their growing feelings for each other has never been more clear. ignis wishes, too, that these moments would last forever, that the world will disappear while they dance slowly, intimately, so wrapped up in each other that goodbyes are the sweetest sorrows. ]

We should probably be in the tub before we decide to touch each other, next time. [ a gentle tease, because look what happened when ignis tried to run albert a warm bath. he smiles, growing just a touch excited as he lists down the things in his new home. removable curtains and tall posts? marble countertops and appliances? amazing.

while his thoughts are firmly in the lewd and obscene territory when it comes to removable curtains and tall posts, he's effortlessly led to the potential joy of making food in that kitchen, and he squeezes his waist gently. ]

It's never pitiful, Albert. Although I suppose it would be nice to make you breakfast in your new home.

[And Albert has never felt more real, more alive, more present. Ignis makes him feel, makes him laugh and smile and think and breathe easier. He never asked for this and never expected it of any world, but now that he has it he's so reluctant to let it go.]

We'll be sure to enjoy the bath properly at the new house.

[A little laugh.]

My god, waking up to breakfast with you is the best thing. [It's only been a few sparing times, but already Albert appreciates it the way he'd appreciate waking up to hot tea every morning when he was around Louis.] Do you think... [He hesitates to ask, but he's so content right now that it seems the best time.] ...is it possible we could spend more nights together? I won't ask for all of them, of course. Just a few here and there.

[It's a lot, he wagers, to ask of anyone here, when the name of what they're supposed to do is create deep, lasting, and preferably numerous bonds. But if he's asking for one or two nights on odd sorts of days, he might not be being a burden.]

I'd never presume to take all your time, but I am becoming quite fond of you. Let me be a little selfish and I'll end up taking everything.

The worst part of my time with you is saying goodbye.

[ ignis says after a moment, as he listens to albert's request, his heart pounding at the way he asks -- what they have is becoming stronger, more solid, and with that comes the desire for more, to spend a definitive amount of time together.

the idea of being together for a couple more days is one that surprises him, but what's even more surprising is how much he wants it. he looks back at him, pulling back just a little to look him in the eyes, to ascertain for himself that albert isn't joking. ]

Yes. Take some of my nights, Albert, and let me claim yours.

[ he says quietly, almost fiercely, his eyes dark with sentiment, with what feels so much like love. he's gently nudging him against the nearest wall now, delicately pinning him to it. albert has never been a burden -- and this... this is incredible. ]

I'm afraid I've become quite fond of you as well, Albert. You've been in my thoughts more often, it's becoming difficult to stay away from you.

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