[He has more to say, but then Moran is touching him rather intimately, and his eye brows raise in surprise. That's his false hand; Albert had no idea he'd had adjustments made here, so when Moran turns on that function, he can't help fairly squirming.
It's more that he doesn't expect it than it is anything about how it feels, and after a moment of the vibration with Moran's solid form pressed against him, too, he manages little more than a sigh at first.
Oh, he was asked a question. As if the way his hips press into the touch isn't indication enough, though.]
[ He comments more to himself than to Albert. His lips press a soft kiss on the underside of the man's jaw before dipping down to place a harder, more appreciative kiss against the gem on Albert's throat. Moran opens his mouth to flick his tongue against the surface of it before drawing himself lower. ]
It seems like you took care of me this whole morning. [ With a conversational tone, his hand presses more between the man's legs. His fingers lightly running along, lightly teasing, the inseam of the pants. ]
I'm sorry for being so difficult. [ He should at least say that much, going back to a point the two of them made earlier -- admitting that he's to blame for not attempting to reconcile with him sooner. There's a bit that he wants to make up for as he settles down between the man's legs, still stroking and rubbing him hard with his false hand. ]
[He tipshis head back with a scoff, letting Moran do as he will, accepting it and enjoying it. It's especially lovely when he sweetly attacks the gem, which turns out to be more sensitive than Albert thought it would be. Between that and the way Moran's hand is working on him, Albert is well on his way to being an absolute mess.
Difficult, though? He could reassure, but one hand lands squarely in Moran's hair and grips. Albert is certain he was being just as troublesome as Moran. And yet here he is getting this kind of attention...]
At least you're making up for it...
[The more Moran works, the more Albert wants, but he's certainly not about to say that. Moran truly has nothing to make up or apologize for in Albert's eyes. Misunderstandings between the two of them are explosive, at times. They've moved on, and Albert is keen on continuing going forward.]
[ Moran leans into the hand that is on his hair; tilting his head into the grip. He really is sometimes a dog of the manor, but he smiles as he accepts that about himself, too. ]
It would be a little helpful, yes.
[ He's not so cruel -- he turns the vibrations off as he starts to unbutton and zip down the man's pants. His eyes drift back up to look at him -- staring carefully at the other's green eyes. There is something silent in his stare that asks him to watch.
My devotion isn't only for William. It is something that he's said, something that he wanted felt, but actions are sometimes better than feelings and words. He slips his artificial fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, as he pulls the pants and undergarments down.
The fingers slide out of his mouth. ]
Even this part of you is beautiful, huh? [ So he says before placing a kiss at the base of the arousal in front of him. ]
[This is very new and different, and Albert is not in any way complaining. If the attraction is mutual, why shouldn't they do what the place demands? And it is attraction, from Albert's side, even if he wouldn't openly admit it before. Moran is handsome, capable, rough around the edges in all the ways that make a man magnetic, and he's loyal almost to a fault. He's as remarkable as he is safe for Albert, so who better for him to try all of this out with?
With the silent request to watch, Albert unquestioningly obeys, lifting his hips to allow Moran to work his lower garments down. His fingers stroke Moran's hair lightly, its usual artful messiness a wreck from the night before. He wants to remind him that he doesn't have to do this, and he's about to as he watches those fingers slide past Moran's lips, but...
Then he calls him beautiful, and Albert's resolve snaps, changes from simmering curiosity to honest desire, and his fingers tighten into a grasp.]
[ He again places another kiss on the underside of the other's arousal, like he is offering him a thanks. ]
Certainly not how you thought your morning would go, hm?
[ Moran decides to share with him just how he feels about the day. But it seems like they have some pent up feelings that they aren't certain what to do with -- at least, that is how it is in his case. The relief at finally meeting Albert as equals; the comfort in knowing they understand one another; the loneliness and pain at being away from the manor but solace that they have in being with each other. All these feelings crash inside of him.
He drags his tongue along the underside of Albert. His fingers slipping underneath to lightly rub against his entrance. ]
Feeling up to that, or... [ He's fine with just tasting Albert rather than doing anything more. ]
Not in the slightest how I thought my morning would go.
[He expected to have coffee with Moran at best. Now he's fought with him, kissed him, been held in his arms, and his mouth is doing obscene things he's incredibly grateful to be experiencing. It isn't lost on him that Moran has a little bit of a reputation for skirt chasing, but that he chose to go home with Albert last night. Their reunion could've been bittersweet.
He'll use Moran as shelter, he's sure, because Albert always was the sort to rely too much upon the kindness of his brothers. However sturdy and capable he is alone, he's twice as much so when he has William's plans and Louis' support. But here, there's no MI6, no call signs or missions. Right now it's just the two of them, and what they want, and what they need.
And what he needs right now, he communicates clearly, sliding down a bit more on the couch as his eyes fix on Moran's. When he speaks, it's breathless, tight.]
By all means.
[Even if he generally prefers things the other way around, he is not saying no to Moran. Absolutely not. He's been far too curious for far too long.]
[ Something occurs to him and he pulls away -- there is a look of appreciation in how Albert is on the couch; the way that his body seems to want him. He breathes a little sharp in through his nose, feeling his own pants become quite uncomfortable at the sight.
But he pauses only to dig through his jacket in order to produce a small bottle. His head cants to the side as a way to brush off the appearance of it. However, that evening at the bar, he had intended to go home with someone and wasn't certain if that someone would be a woman or a man. He flicks the top of it off to pour some of the contents on his artificial fingers. ]
Albert. [ Moran calls to him as his fingers once more bringing between his legs, lightly touching him at his entrance before he gently slides one finger in. ] I swear myself to you, as well. Your will and dreams here... I'll see them come true.
[Albert watches him with curiosity, only to laugh faintly and look away when he sees what he's pulled from the jacket. He saw that the day before in a shop, so he's well aware of what it's used for now. He didn't think he'd be getting a taste of it so soon, of course, but things just go how they go in life, and he isn't complaining about the fact that Moran is definitely going through with this.
He looks back to him as he comes near again, at the sound of his own name, and the words that follow make his entire body ache. He never wanted loyalty sworn to himself. He never wanted anything but to be allies with a common cause. But he will take it, in William's absence.
He reaches up to grasp Moran's hair again and drag him down into a kiss, this time heated, as he feels the finger slip inside.]
I won't let you regret saying that. [It's murmured against those lips, before Albert captures them again.]
Moran lets Albert feel those words in how they kiss one another; he has them experience them in his other hand resting on the man's hip, lightly holding onto it. I won't regret it. This is what he says over and over as he kisses him; as their mouths press tight against each other and how his tongue slips into Albert's mouth.
This loyalty is yours. Because he won't lie to Albert. The loyalty that he feels for William will always overshadow whatever he feels for anyone else -- that includes Louis, Fred, Bond... everyone. He will betray their expectations in him for William. But that does not mean that the loyalty that he offers to Albert is not meant only for him.
These words -- these sentiments -- he attempts to repeat and be sworn to Albert as his fingers move themselves in and out, carefully preparing him. ]
[The more they stay this close, the more they kiss and touch, the more the sentiment is driven home for Albert. He can feel Moran's dedication as their bond strengthens, and it's an exquisite joy unlike anything he's ever experienced.
He lets his tongue dance against Moran's, both hands now roaming over his bare chest, looking for sensitive areas and teasing them relentlessly. He isn't going to let this be one-sided, or simply accept what Moran is giving without being fully engaged with him. By the same token, he digs a heel into the edge of the couch cushions and shifts his hips to give Moran more room to work.
This might be a lewd act, but all he can feel in it right now is the strength of their connection growing, his trust in Moran solidifying into dependence, into a loyalty that goes both ways. He makes soft, eager noises into the kiss, willing and able to be vulnerable.]
[ There is a smile that Albert probably feels in their messy kisses. It starts as soon as Albert starts to run his hands over his chest. He wonders if their connection is what told him that is where he is sensitive. One wouldn't think so with all the scars that he has over it, but he does like it when he's touched there.
His breath grows warmer, hotter, as Albert runs his hands over him; there is the sentiment -- the desire -- of having him touch him more. It makes his movements with his hand a little accidentally sloppy. His hand pausing in how it's moving in and out, preparing him, to pause to hold where it is as he pants against his mouth.
Moran slowly sliding his fingers out. He leans in to kiss Albert yet again; his real hand clinging onto his hip and digging his fingers in. Touch me. His artificial hand dipping down to start to undo his pants, kicking them off once free. He feels his own body yielding to Albert; to every touch and soft wish.
He locates the bottle again to smear and coat the same contents on him. Drawing himself back, he presses the tip of his arousal against Albert, and pauses. This is -- we're really messy people, aren't we? ]
[He feels the smile, the attentiveness, the desire... All of it is right there, right in front of him, surging into him at every place they meet. He doesn't want to stop touching Moran, because he feels good, better than good, perfect in every way for Albert right now, even if his movements lack grace and little pauses disrupt the rhythm.
He's impressive, as a man. Albert knows all of Moran's best qualities and treasures them. So it's with all sincerity that he looks into his eyes at those words, and smiles.]
Not at all.
[His hips edge forward, begging Moran to enter without saying as much in words, knowing they're both a wreck, that they're both going to look back on this morning with a strange sense of humor later on. But for now, Moran is wanted, and Albert's hands are greedily casting over every scar and ridge of muscle that he can reach as he tries to show that he loves just as much.]
He breathes out a little harder as he responds to how Albert edges his hips closer to him; he leans in to kiss him as those hands continue to run over his scars. It spurs him on. It makes his body feel that much hotter than it did before -- feeling those fingertips over his old wounds, and the love that Albert has for his ruined body.
Moran lets out another sigh feeling Albert's legs around him, and how comfortable it is to be in this position as he thrusts in. What a strange morning. But he doesn't hate it; he lets himself sink into that warm, tight heat. His mouth opening softly to pant weakly against his lips. ]
I love you. [ The love he has for him is different than the love he has for William. It's the different than what he feels for anyone that he says it to; he wonders if that makes him a terrible person to be able to love others so easily. But like the loyalty that he feels for Albert, this love that he has is also just for him.
He adjusts as he's holding Albert around his hips before he starts moving. ]
[Has Albert ever heard those words spoken to him with sincerity by anyone but his brothers? It isn't the same, he's certain, but it's dyed in similar blood and filled with equal parts hope and loyalty. That barely occurs to him, as the feeling of Moran pushing inside drives everything else out of his mind.
The sound he makes against Moran's lips is undignified, but low, quiet, secretive. He won't let the world know he's being given this. And it feels like a damn gift, too, one he won't admit to wanting but will greedily cling to. And what's more, he for once in his life he won't reject it or turn it away. He'll embrace this.
His legs pull Moran firmly against him as he closes his eyes and lets his body relax under the attention it's being given. One hand trails back into Moran's hair, and he kisses him haltingly, more messily than his dignity should allow. The other hand curves over the gem on Moran's chest, as though willing this connection even deeper, more secure.]
[ He dips his head down to capture Albert's lips again in a hungry kiss. It muffles the sound of his moans and whines as he feels those fingers brush over his gem, run through his fingers. His hand lets go of the man's hip so that he can grab onto the back of the couch instead, fingers gripping hard on the cushion, as he starts meeting the warm body beneath him.
Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]
[Albert doesn't mind the messiness; it's true that the imperfection of their bond is half the appeal, the way they have to work together to make things happen rather than either of them being perfect. So Albert is careful to pull his weight even here, eager hips working with a leg hooked around Moran. He wishes the kisses wouldn't stop, and he's just as eager in that, his tongue working against Moran's most unlike a proper gentleman. He never has to be proper with Moran, though, and all he can do is show how sincerely and deeply he understands that.
As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]
[ What a challenge. He wonders if he could even have it in him to pull away from the sight that is before him. It is what drives him to place another kiss on the corner of Albert's mouth and along the man's chin. His voice drops down as he brings his mouth close to his ear. ]
You're really good.
[ Moran sees no reason to get into how this isn't how either of them thought things would go. It's better to say something else. He thinks of all the times that he's complimented Albert and can only think of a few times he did so sincerely. But then, they both live more into wanting to do as what is expected of them than be giving false praise. ]
Every party of you is beautiful. [ He keeps giving him sweet words as he thrusts into him, as his hand slides up and down his hard cock, as he starts to lose some of his words to pants and obscene moans. Yet still, he can't stop himself from telling Albert how beautiful that he finds him, how good that he feels around him, drowning him in adoring words as he rolls and rocks his hips against him. ]
[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]
[ Moran captures his lips as he cries out, swallowing the sound in a kiss. He's selfish; he doesn't want to share any bit of Albert in this moment. Not even have someone overhear the sweet noises that he makes as he comes. His head tilts to the side as he kisses him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste even more of him, like he couldn't get enough from before.
The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
[That kiss, sealing against his lips as he comes, is one of the most splendid things Albert thinks he's ever felt. Leave it to Moran to swallow him whole like this. He slides his tongue against Moran's desperately, clinging to his arms, until the man finally releases as well. It's everything he could ever have wanted. The rich warmth and radiant togetherness of their synchrony is unlike anything Albert has ever experienced.
Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
[ He wants to sigh at Albert's confession; the timing really isn't the most ideal but he accepts the honesty of it. ]
Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
[Romance is for people who aren't recovering serial murderers, dear Moran. Well, no, but he wants to be sure Moran knows the he means it. He's experiencing Synchrony for the first time, and every spare thought and stray feeling that goes with it.]
I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
[A touch of color comes to Albert's cheeks as Moran does that, but he feels all of the emotions that accompany it and decides this place could be somehow much, much worse. His own embarrassment sparks slightly, but he still manages a fond chuckle at the scene, and this dear man.
He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
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[He has more to say, but then Moran is touching him rather intimately, and his eye brows raise in surprise. That's his false hand; Albert had no idea he'd had adjustments made here, so when Moran turns on that function, he can't help fairly squirming.
It's more that he doesn't expect it than it is anything about how it feels, and after a moment of the vibration with Moran's solid form pressed against him, too, he manages little more than a sigh at first.
Oh, he was asked a question. As if the way his hips press into the touch isn't indication enough, though.]
It's... surprising.
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[ He comments more to himself than to Albert. His lips press a soft kiss on the underside of the man's jaw before dipping down to place a harder, more appreciative kiss against the gem on Albert's throat. Moran opens his mouth to flick his tongue against the surface of it before drawing himself lower. ]
It seems like you took care of me this whole morning. [ With a conversational tone, his hand presses more between the man's legs. His fingers lightly running along, lightly teasing, the inseam of the pants. ]
I'm sorry for being so difficult. [ He should at least say that much, going back to a point the two of them made earlier -- admitting that he's to blame for not attempting to reconcile with him sooner. There's a bit that he wants to make up for as he settles down between the man's legs, still stroking and rubbing him hard with his false hand. ]
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[He tipshis head back with a scoff, letting Moran do as he will, accepting it and enjoying it. It's especially lovely when he sweetly attacks the gem, which turns out to be more sensitive than Albert thought it would be. Between that and the way Moran's hand is working on him, Albert is well on his way to being an absolute mess.
Difficult, though? He could reassure, but one hand lands squarely in Moran's hair and grips. Albert is certain he was being just as troublesome as Moran. And yet here he is getting this kind of attention...]
At least you're making up for it...
[The more Moran works, the more Albert wants, but he's certainly not about to say that. Moran truly has nothing to make up or apologize for in Albert's eyes. Misunderstandings between the two of them are explosive, at times. They've moved on, and Albert is keen on continuing going forward.]
Would this be easier if I were less... clothed?
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It would be a little helpful, yes.
[ He's not so cruel -- he turns the vibrations off as he starts to unbutton and zip down the man's pants. His eyes drift back up to look at him -- staring carefully at the other's green eyes. There is something silent in his stare that asks him to watch.
My devotion isn't only for William. It is something that he's said, something that he wanted felt, but actions are sometimes better than feelings and words. He slips his artificial fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, as he pulls the pants and undergarments down.
The fingers slide out of his mouth. ]
Even this part of you is beautiful, huh? [ So he says before placing a kiss at the base of the arousal in front of him. ]
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With the silent request to watch, Albert unquestioningly obeys, lifting his hips to allow Moran to work his lower garments down. His fingers stroke Moran's hair lightly, its usual artful messiness a wreck from the night before. He wants to remind him that he doesn't have to do this, and he's about to as he watches those fingers slide past Moran's lips, but...
Then he calls him beautiful, and Albert's resolve snaps, changes from simmering curiosity to honest desire, and his fingers tighten into a grasp.]
I fully suspect you're no less impressive.
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[ He again places another kiss on the underside of the other's arousal, like he is offering him a thanks. ]
Certainly not how you thought your morning would go, hm?
[ Moran decides to share with him just how he feels about the day. But it seems like they have some pent up feelings that they aren't certain what to do with -- at least, that is how it is in his case. The relief at finally meeting Albert as equals; the comfort in knowing they understand one another; the loneliness and pain at being away from the manor but solace that they have in being with each other. All these feelings crash inside of him.
He drags his tongue along the underside of Albert. His fingers slipping underneath to lightly rub against his entrance. ]
Feeling up to that, or... [ He's fine with just tasting Albert rather than doing anything more. ]
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[He expected to have coffee with Moran at best. Now he's fought with him, kissed him, been held in his arms, and his mouth is doing obscene things he's incredibly grateful to be experiencing. It isn't lost on him that Moran has a little bit of a reputation for skirt chasing, but that he chose to go home with Albert last night. Their reunion could've been bittersweet.
He'll use Moran as shelter, he's sure, because Albert always was the sort to rely too much upon the kindness of his brothers. However sturdy and capable he is alone, he's twice as much so when he has William's plans and Louis' support. But here, there's no MI6, no call signs or missions. Right now it's just the two of them, and what they want, and what they need.
And what he needs right now, he communicates clearly, sliding down a bit more on the couch as his eyes fix on Moran's. When he speaks, it's breathless, tight.]
By all means.
[Even if he generally prefers things the other way around, he is not saying no to Moran. Absolutely not. He's been far too curious for far too long.]
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[ Something occurs to him and he pulls away -- there is a look of appreciation in how Albert is on the couch; the way that his body seems to want him. He breathes a little sharp in through his nose, feeling his own pants become quite uncomfortable at the sight.
But he pauses only to dig through his jacket in order to produce a small bottle. His head cants to the side as a way to brush off the appearance of it. However, that evening at the bar, he had intended to go home with someone and wasn't certain if that someone would be a woman or a man. He flicks the top of it off to pour some of the contents on his artificial fingers. ]
Albert. [ Moran calls to him as his fingers once more bringing between his legs, lightly touching him at his entrance before he gently slides one finger in. ] I swear myself to you, as well. Your will and dreams here... I'll see them come true.
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He looks back to him as he comes near again, at the sound of his own name, and the words that follow make his entire body ache. He never wanted loyalty sworn to himself. He never wanted anything but to be allies with a common cause. But he will take it, in William's absence.
He reaches up to grasp Moran's hair again and drag him down into a kiss, this time heated, as he feels the finger slip inside.]
I won't let you regret saying that. [It's murmured against those lips, before Albert captures them again.]
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Moran lets Albert feel those words in how they kiss one another; he has them experience them in his other hand resting on the man's hip, lightly holding onto it. I won't regret it. This is what he says over and over as he kisses him; as their mouths press tight against each other and how his tongue slips into Albert's mouth.
This loyalty is yours. Because he won't lie to Albert. The loyalty that he feels for William will always overshadow whatever he feels for anyone else -- that includes Louis, Fred, Bond... everyone. He will betray their expectations in him for William. But that does not mean that the loyalty that he offers to Albert is not meant only for him.
These words -- these sentiments -- he attempts to repeat and be sworn to Albert as his fingers move themselves in and out, carefully preparing him. ]
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He lets his tongue dance against Moran's, both hands now roaming over his bare chest, looking for sensitive areas and teasing them relentlessly. He isn't going to let this be one-sided, or simply accept what Moran is giving without being fully engaged with him. By the same token, he digs a heel into the edge of the couch cushions and shifts his hips to give Moran more room to work.
This might be a lewd act, but all he can feel in it right now is the strength of their connection growing, his trust in Moran solidifying into dependence, into a loyalty that goes both ways. He makes soft, eager noises into the kiss, willing and able to be vulnerable.]
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His breath grows warmer, hotter, as Albert runs his hands over him; there is the sentiment -- the desire -- of having him touch him more. It makes his movements with his hand a little accidentally sloppy. His hand pausing in how it's moving in and out, preparing him, to pause to hold where it is as he pants against his mouth.
Moran slowly sliding his fingers out. He leans in to kiss Albert yet again; his real hand clinging onto his hip and digging his fingers in. Touch me. His artificial hand dipping down to start to undo his pants, kicking them off once free. He feels his own body yielding to Albert; to every touch and soft wish.
He locates the bottle again to smear and coat the same contents on him. Drawing himself back, he presses the tip of his arousal against Albert, and pauses. This is -- we're really messy people, aren't we? ]
Would you be troubled if I said I loved you?
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He's impressive, as a man. Albert knows all of Moran's best qualities and treasures them. So it's with all sincerity that he looks into his eyes at those words, and smiles.]
Not at all.
[His hips edge forward, begging Moran to enter without saying as much in words, knowing they're both a wreck, that they're both going to look back on this morning with a strange sense of humor later on. But for now, Moran is wanted, and Albert's hands are greedily casting over every scar and ridge of muscle that he can reach as he tries to show that he loves just as much.]
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He breathes out a little harder as he responds to how Albert edges his hips closer to him; he leans in to kiss him as those hands continue to run over his scars. It spurs him on. It makes his body feel that much hotter than it did before -- feeling those fingertips over his old wounds, and the love that Albert has for his ruined body.
Moran lets out another sigh feeling Albert's legs around him, and how comfortable it is to be in this position as he thrusts in. What a strange morning. But he doesn't hate it; he lets himself sink into that warm, tight heat. His mouth opening softly to pant weakly against his lips. ]
I love you. [ The love he has for him is different than the love he has for William. It's the different than what he feels for anyone that he says it to; he wonders if that makes him a terrible person to be able to love others so easily. But like the loyalty that he feels for Albert, this love that he has is also just for him.
He adjusts as he's holding Albert around his hips before he starts moving. ]
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The sound he makes against Moran's lips is undignified, but low, quiet, secretive. He won't let the world know he's being given this. And it feels like a damn gift, too, one he won't admit to wanting but will greedily cling to. And what's more, he for once in his life he won't reject it or turn it away. He'll embrace this.
His legs pull Moran firmly against him as he closes his eyes and lets his body relax under the attention it's being given. One hand trails back into Moran's hair, and he kisses him haltingly, more messily than his dignity should allow. The other hand curves over the gem on Moran's chest, as though willing this connection even deeper, more secure.]
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Despite his show of before, his foot does still hurt from having kicked the table. That said that his thrusts are a little messier than they normally would be if he was not favoring his self-inflicted injury. But there is something enticing and exciting in that, as well. Maybe because it suits them -- that things should always just be a little imperfect between them.
He feels driven by feeling the tip of Albert's arousal slide along his stomach. It honestly burns a heat in him. His artificial hand on his hip pulls away to lightly wrap the fingers around the heated length. Pulling away from their kiss, he looks him carefully in the eyes as he starts to stroke him with his hand.
Moran doesn't say anything, however, but rather takes in the look of his beautiful face; his expression; the way his breath sounds. ]
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As the kiss breaks and Moran grasps his length to stroke it, Albert's eyes slip open for just a few moments, and the smile he offers back, breathless and content, is worth all the words he might otherwise muster. His arms go around Moran's neck as his body continues to work, now doubly stimulated, and his breath comes out even less steadily. It's deliberate, the way he challenges Moran by not looking away, daring him to push him over the edge.]
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You're really good.
[ Moran sees no reason to get into how this isn't how either of them thought things would go. It's better to say something else. He thinks of all the times that he's complimented Albert and can only think of a few times he did so sincerely. But then, they both live more into wanting to do as what is expected of them than be giving false praise. ]
Every party of you is beautiful. [ He keeps giving him sweet words as he thrusts into him, as his hand slides up and down his hard cock, as he starts to lose some of his words to pants and obscene moans. Yet still, he can't stop himself from telling Albert how beautiful that he finds him, how good that he feels around him, drowning him in adoring words as he rolls and rocks his hips against him. ]
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[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]
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The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
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Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
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Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
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I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
I love you.
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[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
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He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
...I'll be counting on you.
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