[ he can feel it, the overwhelming, glorious way albert loves him, how the man winds around him and seeks him out. in this instant, albert james moriarty is the only man that matters. he revels in the difference between how they're dressed, how albert is so completely exposed to him, open and trusting -- so different from when they first met that it makes his heart skip a beat.

his fingers track over the lovebites that were left on his skin, vivid but fading, and he presses his mouth to the one over his pulse point and kisses it. he sucks hard, now, sealing his mark over it. another, and another -- there is an odd sort of possessive, perverse pleasure he finds in claiming albert for himself, when his mouth, hot and hungry, trails down over his chest to take a nipple in his mouth.

his hands are skilled, roaming his lovely body, a hand coming to curl around his cock as he slowly works him, stroking and playing with the shape and feel of his shaft, the weight of his balls, the patch of skin behind it that he teases. ]

I'll ravish you all day long. [ he murmurs, low and sultry as he looks up at him with dark green eyes. ] I'll make you come until you can't come anymore.

[ and he kisses his way down, spreading his legs further. ] Look at you. Any man would kill to have you, and you're mine.