[He loves him. He loves everything about Ignis, really and truly, from the lilt of his voice to the touch of his fingers and tongue. He's getting the latter right now, his fingers digging into Ignis' hair and scraping nails over the back of his neck and shoulders as his hips buck into the expert sucking.
This hotel room is too nice for how filthy they're being, he knows it, but he craves it, too. This plush wingback chair near the bed where he was sitting and reading has only about half of Albert properly on it now, his coat pushed down and his shirt open, his tie untied and hanging uselessly around his neck. There's no telling where Ignis threw his slacks when he pulled them off, just before he dug his fingers into Albert's hips as they kissed and pulled him to the edge of the chair. Doubtless Albert is a sight right now, legs spread wide as Ignis works like he's being paid to do this, loud, unrestrained moans coming from Albert's kiss-bruised lips.
It's heaven. Looking down into those sweet green eyes even in this dim light makes him feel utterly powerless and completely unstoppable at once. This is love unlike anything he's ever experienced, physically and emotionally. Ignis claimed him, claims him even now...]
Darling... you're a pretty little whore when you want me this badly.
[It's breathless and useless, but Albert is absolutely taken in by Ignis tonight.]
[ what an incredible sight albert is, a feast laid out just for him in the plush chair -- he's pretty sure that will be rendered unusable when they're done with it, but ignis doesn't care.
in this moment, albert is the only thing he fiercely, desperately craves, and he can't help a low laugh as he deepthroats him, the slick, obscene sounds of his throat tight around the thickness of albert's shaft punctuating his lover's filthy words. he loves the familiar, clean musk of him, the tickle of his curls against his nose. ignis claims him, again and again, with his legs draped on his shoulders. it's love, desire, and ignis is more than happy to drown himself in him. ]
I always want you this badly.
[ he murmurs roughly when he finally releases his cock just to comment, words scraped from his throat from how hard and enthusiastically they were going at each other. the tips of his fingers brushing against the knot deep inside of him, ignis continues -- ]
I want to taste you, Albert. Come inside my mouth. Let me swallow you down.
[ and of course, he goes back to sucking him off, harder this time. ]
[His hips jolt up as Ignis finds that sweetest of spots inside him, those deft, darling, dear fingers that know him so well.]
God, Ignis... You are everything...
[His fingers tense in those sandy locks, gripping hard and forcing Ignis down for just a moment, enjoying the way his cock touches the back of Ignis' throat and fills his mouth. It's good that Ignis has both skill and patience with Albert's unquestionably generously sized cock. He wagers some people wouldn't handle it with such authority and grace. But Ignis swallows him like a pro, and Albert groans again, grinding against both those probing fingers and the walls of Ignis' mouth.
His thighs squeeze Ignis in a most undignified manner, then relax as he settles into a shallow rhythm of bucking against the fingers inside him and working a beautiful counterpoint to the symphony of Ignis' mouth.]
Swallow me, you filthy thing. Drink all my cum. You want it so badly, don't you...
[Breathless again, uselessly enamored, and since they've been so damnably busy lately, he knows he'll come hard and abundantly at any moment. Ignis is really just that good. One more brush of those fingers inside, and Albert gasps, stilling, before practically roaring out a moan that sounds an awful lot like his lover's name. His fingers tremble in Ignis' hair as his cock twitches and empties, pumping cum into his eager mouth and waiting throat.]
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This hotel room is too nice for how filthy they're being, he knows it, but he craves it, too. This plush wingback chair near the bed where he was sitting and reading has only about half of Albert properly on it now, his coat pushed down and his shirt open, his tie untied and hanging uselessly around his neck. There's no telling where Ignis threw his slacks when he pulled them off, just before he dug his fingers into Albert's hips as they kissed and pulled him to the edge of the chair. Doubtless Albert is a sight right now, legs spread wide as Ignis works like he's being paid to do this, loud, unrestrained moans coming from Albert's kiss-bruised lips.
It's heaven. Looking down into those sweet green eyes even in this dim light makes him feel utterly powerless and completely unstoppable at once. This is love unlike anything he's ever experienced, physically and emotionally. Ignis claimed him, claims him even now...]
Darling... you're a pretty little whore when you want me this badly.
[It's breathless and useless, but Albert is absolutely taken in by Ignis tonight.]
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in this moment, albert is the only thing he fiercely, desperately craves, and he can't help a low laugh as he deepthroats him, the slick, obscene sounds of his throat tight around the thickness of albert's shaft punctuating his lover's filthy words. he loves the familiar, clean musk of him, the tickle of his curls against his nose. ignis claims him, again and again, with his legs draped on his shoulders. it's love, desire, and ignis is more than happy to drown himself in him. ]
I always want you this badly.
[ he murmurs roughly when he finally releases his cock just to comment, words scraped from his throat from how hard and enthusiastically they were going at each other. the tips of his fingers brushing against the knot deep inside of him, ignis continues -- ]
I want to taste you, Albert. Come inside my mouth. Let me swallow you down.
[ and of course, he goes back to sucking him off, harder this time. ]
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God, Ignis... You are everything...
[His fingers tense in those sandy locks, gripping hard and forcing Ignis down for just a moment, enjoying the way his cock touches the back of Ignis' throat and fills his mouth. It's good that Ignis has both skill and patience with Albert's unquestionably generously sized cock. He wagers some people wouldn't handle it with such authority and grace. But Ignis swallows him like a pro, and Albert groans again, grinding against both those probing fingers and the walls of Ignis' mouth.
His thighs squeeze Ignis in a most undignified manner, then relax as he settles into a shallow rhythm of bucking against the fingers inside him and working a beautiful counterpoint to the symphony of Ignis' mouth.]
Swallow me, you filthy thing. Drink all my cum. You want it so badly, don't you...
[Breathless again, uselessly enamored, and since they've been so damnably busy lately, he knows he'll come hard and abundantly at any moment. Ignis is really just that good. One more brush of those fingers inside, and Albert gasps, stilling, before practically roaring out a moan that sounds an awful lot like his lover's name. His fingers tremble in Ignis' hair as his cock twitches and empties, pumping cum into his eager mouth and waiting throat.]