[Albert is being manhandled, and he's not complaining. He's still a bit euphoric, honestly, and being surrounded by the men he loves gives him all the joy he could possibly hold.

A hand threads into Ignis' hair, and Albert looks keenly into those soft, dangerously intelligent eyes, his voice lowering.]

Like him? Dear Ignis, I love him. I've told him as much only recently.

[He lets a little content sound bubble up, then sighs as he steals a kiss of his own.]

He shakes me to my very core. He makes me want to be better.