[ that permission, that request is all the permission ignis needs. he isn't a stranger to the rough side of sexual play -- in fact, he's proven quite a natural at it, adept at pain and pleasure both, and he's more than happy to show albert how it's done.

he can feel that joy, that recklessness, that sharpened desire and intent, the need for more. ignis has never felt more connected to him than tonight, their bond taut and crackling with mutual need and the ferocity for more.

the gravity of those words is not lost in ignis, either -- he knows that albert has someone he is steadfastly loyal to, someone he loves deeply, and for him to offer himself up like that is a tremendous thing. the weight of his words are significant, as is the way he gives himself over so completely to him, entrusting himself to ignis. he presses loving kiss-bites to the sensitive inside of albert's thigh now, marking him up as he lets his cock brush up against his cheek.

it's brief, fleeting, because as much as he wants to suck him off, now is not the time for that. he's fishing out the lubricant for them both, smearing a generous amount onto his fingers gripping his hip to urge him up and turn him over. ]

On your hands and knees, and face the mirror.

[ the full length mirror, perpendicular to the bed, right where ignis can watch his every expression when he claims all of him. he's helping him into position, coming up behind him with a smile, a possessive hand gripping his hip bruisingly tight. ]

Spread your legs for me, darling. Let me see your tight little hole.

[ his lube slick fingers find it, and he murmurs, ] Tell me, does it miss me?