[Albert doesn't mind the messiness; it's true that the imperfection of their bond is half the appeal, the way they have to work together to make things happen rather than either of them being perfect. So Albert is careful to pull his weight even here, eager hips working with a leg hooked around Moran. He wishes the kisses wouldn't stop, and he's just as eager in that, his tongue working against Moran's most unlike a proper gentleman. He never has to be proper with Moran, though, and all he can do is show how sincerely and deeply he understands that.
As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]
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As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]