[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]
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[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]