[He wants hours of this, days of this, sweetly surrendered to the man he's come to love. A man who knows his secrets, and still adores, who sees the blood on his hands but lays claim to him anyway. This affection is terrible and true, beautifully undeserved. But Albert will cherish it.
The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
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The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
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[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
Oh, look at you.