[ albert is absolutely, wonderfully sensuous like this, when he touches him like they belong together, like there is nothing else that matters in the world. the warmth of his touch makes ignis' pulse race and his skin tingle, anticipation simmering under his skin. despite the growing intimacy of the moment, he can't help but admire the lovely sweep of albert's eyelashes, the jewel-green of his eyes, catching the flickering light of the candles in the dark.
he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?
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he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?