[ he doesn't take his eyes off him in the mirror, his hands possessively coming to slide up his sides, shifting to over the flat of his abdomen, the defined muscles he finds there, over his chest and down again, one hand coming to cup his balls in his palm before stroking upwards, sensuously tightening around the thickening shaft of his cock.

ignis' gaze is intent and admiring, hungry in the light as he leans forward to nuzzle into albert's neck, his cheek, leaning into his touch. they're a match made in paradise, and ignis can't ignore the way he slots so perfectly against him, how albert is so effortlessly sensual and captivating. he sees a man that is made to be ravished and worshiped, to be loved, and he hums in approval when he feels albert's soft lips against his jaw.

he continues to gently stroke his cock, up and down where they can both see, thumbing over his sensitive slit before teasing at his foreskin, pulling it down to reveal the plump, flushed head of his cock. ]

So are you, Albert. I'm afraid I'm addicted to you.

[ he says softly, honestly. ] I could spend hours and hours worshiping you, exploring you, giving you pleasure until you fall apart around me.

[ his other hand simply plucks the lube from the armiger, before gently tucking it into albert's hand, his meaning clear. ]

Let me inside you again, my dearest man.