[Has Albert ever heard those words spoken to him with sincerity by anyone but his brothers? It isn't the same, he's certain, but it's dyed in similar blood and filled with equal parts hope and loyalty. That barely occurs to him, as the feeling of Moran pushing inside drives everything else out of his mind.
The sound he makes against Moran's lips is undignified, but low, quiet, secretive. He won't let the world know he's being given this. And it feels like a damn gift, too, one he won't admit to wanting but will greedily cling to. And what's more, he for once in his life he won't reject it or turn it away. He'll embrace this.
His legs pull Moran firmly against him as he closes his eyes and lets his body relax under the attention it's being given. One hand trails back into Moran's hair, and he kisses him haltingly, more messily than his dignity should allow. The other hand curves over the gem on Moran's chest, as though willing this connection even deeper, more secure.]
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The sound he makes against Moran's lips is undignified, but low, quiet, secretive. He won't let the world know he's being given this. And it feels like a damn gift, too, one he won't admit to wanting but will greedily cling to. And what's more, he for once in his life he won't reject it or turn it away. He'll embrace this.
His legs pull Moran firmly against him as he closes his eyes and lets his body relax under the attention it's being given. One hand trails back into Moran's hair, and he kisses him haltingly, more messily than his dignity should allow. The other hand curves over the gem on Moran's chest, as though willing this connection even deeper, more secure.]