[He feels the smile, the attentiveness, the desire... All of it is right there, right in front of him, surging into him at every place they meet. He doesn't want to stop touching Moran, because he feels good, better than good, perfect in every way for Albert right now, even if his movements lack grace and little pauses disrupt the rhythm.
He's impressive, as a man. Albert knows all of Moran's best qualities and treasures them. So it's with all sincerity that he looks into his eyes at those words, and smiles.]
Not at all.
[His hips edge forward, begging Moran to enter without saying as much in words, knowing they're both a wreck, that they're both going to look back on this morning with a strange sense of humor later on. But for now, Moran is wanted, and Albert's hands are greedily casting over every scar and ridge of muscle that he can reach as he tries to show that he loves just as much.]
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He's impressive, as a man. Albert knows all of Moran's best qualities and treasures them. So it's with all sincerity that he looks into his eyes at those words, and smiles.]
Not at all.
[His hips edge forward, begging Moran to enter without saying as much in words, knowing they're both a wreck, that they're both going to look back on this morning with a strange sense of humor later on. But for now, Moran is wanted, and Albert's hands are greedily casting over every scar and ridge of muscle that he can reach as he tries to show that he loves just as much.]