[Albert works the shirt off Ignis, taking time to run his hand admiringly down that toned torso as he lets Ignis steal a brief kiss. Then he works his way down, lips on Ignis' neck and chest, gently, like a lover, like someone with a right to be there. His hands do as they're directed, pulling the belt open and free, then the pants beneath are opened, too. All in this slow, adoring dance.
Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]
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Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]