[No amount of looking at Ignis is ever enough for Albert, and he meets his gaze in the mirror for a lingering moment, flashing a coy smile. Then he tracks the motion of those hands, watching them as they shower him with affection he doesn't want to let go of, attention he memorizes with his skin and his eyes.
Ignis is so remarkable. Albert's hips barely stay still as he's fondled and stroked, his body warming from the heat of the lingering steam from the bathtub and the increasingly intent touches. He loves the way Ignis claims him with simple, sweeping touches, the way he makes every moment they're together feel like an intimate, sweeping dance that Albert only sometimes leads. It's a breathless awe that often takes Albert in his presence, and he's so close to admitting it.]
I do so wish you would, Ignis. Spend your hours taking me apart...
[He takes the lube in hand and coats three fingers with it, though he does it in such a slow, deliberate manner that it can't look anything but lewd. And so too does he slowly move to bend and hunch over just enough to do what he's tasked with, sliding a finger inside himself with a flutter of his eyelids.
His pulse races at this. It's nothing he's ever done before or even really considered, and he can tell by the way Ignis is looking at him and being so delightfully firm that he's delighted by it all. So the latent actor in Albert, that habit used so often for ill, comes out beautifully now. He commands Ignis' attention with a throaty moan, low enough to not make the room seem small, but loud enough to sink a claw into his attentive lover.]
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Ignis is so remarkable. Albert's hips barely stay still as he's fondled and stroked, his body warming from the heat of the lingering steam from the bathtub and the increasingly intent touches. He loves the way Ignis claims him with simple, sweeping touches, the way he makes every moment they're together feel like an intimate, sweeping dance that Albert only sometimes leads. It's a breathless awe that often takes Albert in his presence, and he's so close to admitting it.]
I do so wish you would, Ignis. Spend your hours taking me apart...
[He takes the lube in hand and coats three fingers with it, though he does it in such a slow, deliberate manner that it can't look anything but lewd. And so too does he slowly move to bend and hunch over just enough to do what he's tasked with, sliding a finger inside himself with a flutter of his eyelids.
His pulse races at this. It's nothing he's ever done before or even really considered, and he can tell by the way Ignis is looking at him and being so delightfully firm that he's delighted by it all. So the latent actor in Albert, that habit used so often for ill, comes out beautifully now. He commands Ignis' attention with a throaty moan, low enough to not make the room seem small, but loud enough to sink a claw into his attentive lover.]
Nothing feels as good as you do...