[The promises Ignis pours on him make Albert's lips turn up into a joyous smile. He'll feel this tonight, and be his. It's crystal clear in the bonds between them that Albert is entirely captivated, that he won't look away from Ignis or so much as think of anything but him for the next several hours. Whatever may come after, in all its pain and tragedy, he can deal with. He can face them if he has this man by his side.
There's the smallest feeling in Albert that he tied himself to Ignis on that first night, when talk of ideals and loyalty mingled with loneliness and blind passion to make Albert more than willing to give over more than he usually would. Now, what he has to show for it is the only man here who knows all his secrets that didn't know them a mere month ago. What he has to show is overflowing affection that he can't contain.
Every mark Ignis makes sends a thrill up Albert's spine, his anguished thoughts melting into nothing. It feels good to be so wanted, claimed by strong, incredible men he has no illusions of ever parting from. They can make their marks, love or hate each other as fiercely as Albert adores them all, and he'll soak up every bit of the love he's shown. His fingers tangle in the sheets, eager and desperate.
Albert's hips rise as Ignis touches him, strokes and fondles and praises with his hands as well as his lips. He wants those hands to squeeze and undo him, wants those words to tear him apart.]
I'm yours. [The gravity of that isn't lost on Albert. He really will give his everything to Ignis, someone who sees his heart even when he doesn't see it himself. Moderation is what Ignis brings to his heart and mind, but in affairs like this he'd rather leave the moderation aside. Another man has killed to have him... and yet Albert is here. Selfishly.] Ruin me.
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There's the smallest feeling in Albert that he tied himself to Ignis on that first night, when talk of ideals and loyalty mingled with loneliness and blind passion to make Albert more than willing to give over more than he usually would. Now, what he has to show for it is the only man here who knows all his secrets that didn't know them a mere month ago. What he has to show is overflowing affection that he can't contain.
Every mark Ignis makes sends a thrill up Albert's spine, his anguished thoughts melting into nothing. It feels good to be so wanted, claimed by strong, incredible men he has no illusions of ever parting from. They can make their marks, love or hate each other as fiercely as Albert adores them all, and he'll soak up every bit of the love he's shown. His fingers tangle in the sheets, eager and desperate.
Albert's hips rise as Ignis touches him, strokes and fondles and praises with his hands as well as his lips. He wants those hands to squeeze and undo him, wants those words to tear him apart.]
I'm yours. [The gravity of that isn't lost on Albert. He really will give his everything to Ignis, someone who sees his heart even when he doesn't see it himself. Moderation is what Ignis brings to his heart and mind, but in affairs like this he'd rather leave the moderation aside. Another man has killed to have him... and yet Albert is here. Selfishly.] Ruin me.