[He has someone he intends still to die for, but that man is far from Albert's thoughts at the moment. His entire world right now, thanks to wrung-out emotions and a growing, dearly beloved lust, is Ignis.
Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.
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Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.