[Darling. Oh, how he latches on to that little word and savors it, holding it close in his mind. He'll never stop calling Ignis that from now on, he can tell. This is like being adored, like being kept, and for just tonight, when the loneliness is peaking and his only outlet is something like this, he'll hold that feeling close.
It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]
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It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
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[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]