[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]
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[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]