[ there is something deeper and more profound going on, and even with albert's response, he knows that there are things albert isn't telling him. but he knows, too, that albert is burdened and haunted by them. that albert squarely takes the blame makes his heart ache.
they must be terrible things. but ignis sympathises; he is no stranger to terrible things and hard choices. he understands that sometimes they must be done, for the betterment of everything else. ignis regards him for a long moment, then gestures for him to continue eating. he stays close, choosing his words with care. ]
You can tell me about it when you're ready, if only to have its weight lifted off your shoulders. I would be a fool to let you go, wouldn't I?
[He hopes it's Ignis he tells, and that this place doesn't force his hand in some strange way. If anyone will accept that he can change, he swears it's this man. It had all seemed right at the time, and perhaps it was the only way. But stepping away from it and trying something else is quickly proving to him that he doesn't have to go that far again.
He doesn't eat yet, though.]
I will. [It's as good as an oath.] When I'm stronger, I'll tell you. [And somehow... he doesn't think it will shock Ignis much.] Thank you. I do mean that, sincerely. You've lightened my burden considerably just by being here.
[ ignis gently chides, smiling nonetheless. there is so much he has yet to learn about albert, so much to uncover, but this is a good start. there is so much more to him that he lets on, the brittle, fragile nature of his vulnerability underneath the layers of smooth composure and that sharp intelligence is incredibly compelling.
he reaches out to cup his cheek, inviting him to lean in as he regards him with quiet warmth. ]
[At least that admonition results in Albert laughing faintly, genuinely, the tension in him breaking like a wave.
Ignis is everything he could ask for in a confidant, and he's grateful to have met him. Whatever strange fate brought them together, he'll thank, and hope it doesn't see fit to tear them apart.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Ignis' palm. His eyes close, and his lips linger there, until the last bits of tension ebb slowly away, breath after breath. His touch is soothing. Then Albert looks back to him, meeting his gaze.]
I'm finishing this Yorkshire pudding first.
[The smile he offers is a little fragile, but broad and sincere. And for once, it reaches his eyes.]
[ he feels the soft press of that lips to his palm, warm and so much like rose petals, and his breath catches. how frustrating, that even the smallest things albert does can take his breath away. he lets him settle, lets the tension bleed out and he finds that he can't look away from those beautiful jewel-green eyes.
his thumb smooths over his cheekbone now, admiring the lightness of his smile, how it reaches his eyes now instead of engineered to be placidly polite. how beautiful he is, just like this. ]
I'll bring you onion gravy next time.
[ he murmurs, before he pulls away and gives him space to eat. ]
[Albert's whole body warms at the mere thought of this food being even better, and while that is a wholly embarrassing thought, he embraces it anyway. With real enthusiasm seeping in, he takes another bite of the pastry, once again cutting a second bite after to offer to Ignis. Something about eating with him, just sitting like this, is making all the distress seem absolutely ridiculous.
He had to have been right when they first met. His first impression was wholly accurate. This man may be the best man he's met in so, so long. And the more he pushes himself out of his comfort zone with Ignis, the freer he feels. Between bites, he smiles, and at each bite he closes his eyes indulgently, savoring it completely.]
What should we do with the evening? If you're taking care of me, well... I can see you're already formulating a plan, so go on and tell me.
Let me run you a warm bath, and we'll go from there.
[ from his experience, warm baths go a long, long way towards resting and relaxation. he takes what's offered, leaning into the easy intimacy of eating off a new lover's fork. there is anticipation, a thrill and gentle delight in his company. when they finally finish the pudding, ignis reaches out to slowly, deliberately pull down the zipper of what he's wearing, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. ]
May I trouble you to wash the dishes, in the meantime?
[Albert is quieter than usual as he finishes the pudding, but once he's done and he can turn all his attention to Ignis, he's all warmth and clever affection again. It may be that he's a little bruised, but it doesn't change how fond he is of Ignis, and how much he wants to show that fondness endlessly.]
Of course. It's only proper, when you've been so thoughtful.
[Ah, there he goes again, being proper. He catches himself and laughs faintly.]
[ it's playful praise, and ignis is heartened to see that he at least has a spark of himself back. rising from his seat, he captures albert's chin to give him a soft kiss, his eyes lidded briefly. ]
[ ah, there it is, that steel underneath the velvet that is albert's compelling charms. ignis has never been a man who falls easily for such things, but albert is a formidable weapon, and for him, he makes an exception. he leans into those fingers, enthralled by his touch, and he's the one that presses a kiss to his thumb as he regards him, his gaze more heated than before.
he delights in that command, in the image that he creates just for him -- the two of them, spending the night together. ]
I'll say yes. And I'll hold you to that.
[ he murmurs, before he's slowly pulling away, lingering because he can, but knowing that he needs to get a move on while albert cleans up in the kitchen.
making his way to the pristine bathroom, he shrugs off his own sports coat, leaving the grey henley that he wears, and he lets the water run. he's searching around for the bath salts and tips it in once the water reaches an acceptable level. scented candles, next, set on the bathroom counter that he lights with his own magic, turning the overhead light off.
romantic. quiet, conducive. all that's missing are rose petals. ]
[He hardly uses that steel here, not yet at least, but leveling it at a willing partner like Ignis feels good and right, a grasp at power that anchors him to the world and pulls him away from his worries. His thumb runs over Ignis' lips before he draws away as well, giving Ignis one last appraising look before he cleans up the table and goes to do the dishes.
Knowing he's a fool for all of this doesn't change how much he wants or enjoys it, and even if he doesn't deserve it, or happiness at all, and much less Ignis, he he'll embrace the whole thing as tightly as he can. This is a gentle, beautiful thing that he's never experienced before, so he'll keep his head held as high as he can and accept it, no matter the consequences.
Soon enough he's done, and he makes his way to the bathroom to join Ignis. It's... lovely. He's made it cozy and it smells wonderful. Truly all that's missing is red roses, and he swears he'll make that happen next time.
He strips down to nothing quietly, then pads into the bathroom, draping his arms over Ignis from behind.]
[ ignis murmurs playfully as he looks back at him in the mirror, still remembering the feeling of his thumb against his lips. the gentle golden glow of the flickering flames makes everything a hundred times more romantic and sensuous, and it's very obvious that albert is naked behind him.
those arms are strong but gentle, and he can't help his heart racing just a little as he meets his gaze. truly, albert is an incredible, fascinating man -- he might have his secrets, but there is no doubt about his kindness, the sharp, intelligent edges of him that tolerates no fools and demands higher standards of those who deserve better. he's enamored with the way they engage as equals, drawn to the steel in his words -- albert is a formidable man in his own right, the comfortable push-pull of their shared dynamics is erotically addictive, and ignis finds himself wanting more.
albert is in a league of his own, and he grasps the older man's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips so albert can see him brushing reverent, gentle kisses to his knuckles. ]
[Albert looks at Ignis and sees the same thing. He may be younger, but he's incredibly capable, strong-willed, but gentle and caring in equal measure. He's fascinated by him, and he isn't opposed to a younger man guiding him along. Their dynamic works, smoothly and beautifully, and Albert is incredibly grateful for Ignis already. Without him, he'd be a little less solid, a little more adrift.
In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
[ ignis easily lets him divest himself of his clothing -- he raises his arms to pull it all the way over his head as he regards him with lidded, hungry eyes, limned with open affection and deeper feelings. he has learned so much about him tonight, and as he removes his glasses proper, he turns to seek out his lips, showing his lean body off in the mirror just for him.
he guides his hands down to his pants nice and slow, undoing the buckle of his belt and the catch for him as he leans into albert's warm embrace, feeling the swell of their synchrony. it's even more intense than before -- and he wonders if it's because of what they had shared earlier this evening. perhaps. he feels closer to him, wants him even more deeply; their connection has clearly strengthened, the ease of their dynamics more formidable, and ignis finds himself moved by his grace and vulnerability.
how odd and wonderful, to find someone like that here. how odd, too, to find that he wants to protect him and keep him close. ]
[Albert works the shirt off Ignis, taking time to run his hand admiringly down that toned torso as he lets Ignis steal a brief kiss. Then he works his way down, lips on Ignis' neck and chest, gently, like a lover, like someone with a right to be there. His hands do as they're directed, pulling the belt open and free, then the pants beneath are opened, too. All in this slow, adoring dance.
Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]
[ albert is absolutely, wonderfully sensuous like this, when he touches him like they belong together, like there is nothing else that matters in the world. the warmth of his touch makes ignis' pulse race and his skin tingle, anticipation simmering under his skin. despite the growing intimacy of the moment, he can't help but admire the lovely sweep of albert's eyelashes, the jewel-green of his eyes, catching the flickering light of the candles in the dark.
he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?
[He keeps showering Ignis with affectionate touches, smooth and soft and sensuous. They are quite the pair, and he's sure Ignis will see the other side of his vulnerability sooner rather than later, but for the rest of tonight he wants to be by his side, like this, like equals who know everything they need to know.
They're bared entirely a few moments later, Ignis' hard, lithe body next to Albert's, pressed together, Albert canting his hips to feel just the barest hint of friction. It won't take much to get Albert hard--it never does with ignis--and he's ready and willing to make that a part of the evening. This bath is supposed to be relaxing, but if they spend a few moments prior letting off a little of their emotional pressure, won't it be all the sweeter?]
Do? With me?
[He continues the kiss, lazy and thorough as he's held against Ignis, his tongue dancing on Ignis' as his fingers stray to that gorgeous, fulfilling cock Ignis bears.]
After we bathe...
[He pauses the kiss and looks up to his eyes.]
...I want you to take me like you did our first night. Until I can't feel a damn thing anymore, other than you.
[His fingers dance along Ignis' length, teasing and drawing him along.]
I thought I might let you come down my throat first, though.
[ ignis' breath catches at that, and when those ridiculously skilled hands explore him right in front of that mirror. he can feel albert's cock tucking between the soft insides of his thighs, the sleek, warm shaft sliding smoothly against his balls and his own cock, and he tightens around him. is he encouraging him to move? maybe.
he's already getting hard, and ignis can feel it. drawing out the kiss sweetly, he rocks into his hand when he feels himself getting stroked. there is intimacy and pleasure, slow but sure, simmering underneath as they enjoy each other. and oh, ignis savours albert like the finest of wines, letting the kisses linger before he looks into his eyes, impossibly roused by those smooth, slow touches.
he's not in a hurry to fuck, no -- after what he's heard from albert tonight, he wants to take it slow, make sure albert knows he's treasured. he reaches up to brush albert's hair from his handsome face, quietly concerned. ]
Are you sure? I was rough with you that night.
[ and he was, pushing albert past his limits -- even if ignis had more than made it up with superb aftercare, he still feels a little guilty about that. although that last line makes his dick twitch just imagining albert with his mouth around his dick. gods, this man is a sin. ]
[The way Albert moves his hips in response to the unspoken invitation is slow, gentle, a warm reminder that Ignis does things to him, for him, even in moments of kindness. They're so compatible, effortlessly so.
Albert's fingers dance over Ignis' cock, not lingering anywhere too long, not stroking with great purpose. Just enjoying his growing girth and length is enough to satisfy Albert. He thumbs at his slit as his own growing erection slides between Ignis' thighs, enjoying the feeling of friction against both his legs and what lies between. It's soothing, in a way, just being able to feel something.]
You were, but I enjoyed it. You unmade me, Ignis. [A slow, languid kiss.] Sometimes that's what I need, I think.
[He looks to Ignis' eyes, smiling faintly.]
Not that I'll mind if you're a gentleman instead. I've put you through a few things tonight. You might be feeling like I deserve... tenderness?
[God, but why does the thought of Ignis treating him gently and softly also appeal so terribly much? He's almost embarrassed to think of it, but he'd be content if they even just held each other in the bath and afterwards in bed; perhaps he could drift off with Ignis inside him, wrapped up in his arms...]
Albert. You deserve both, and I'll give it to you.
[ ignis' gaze flickers up to meet his in the mirror, intent and unyielding. he can feel albert growing even more aroused, and the way he teases the sensitive slit of his cock is incredibly distracted. already, sticky pre-cum is smeared onto albert's fingers, proof of how much ignis desires him.
he slips out of his hold now, mourning the feeling of that cock so intimately pressed against him, but there'll be more time for that after. completely naked, just like albert, he turns around to observe him, to admire that fine, fine body, the broadness of his chest and shoulders and just how perfect he is, right down to that incredible cock.
he takes his hand now, leading him to the full length mirror on the bathroom wall beside the counter, and he comes around behind him this time, letting albert be on full display before the mirror. pressing his lips to his ear, his words are pitched low, sultry. just for him. ]
I'll fuck you thoroughly and roughly like I did before. I'll split you open on my cock, you gorgeous man. And I'll put you back together tenderly, over and over again. I've missed your sweet cries, and how greedy you are.
[Albert makes a soft sigh of protest when Ignis moves, but he can't be upset for long when those gorgeous eyes are on him, feasting, admiring. He holds Ignis' hand a little tighter than he probably needs to, struck vulnerable by that first statement.
Once he's in front of the mirror and Ignis leans in, he raises a hand to tangle it in his hair, perfect and lovely as always. It's clear Ignis doesn't want him to look away, so he doesn't, eyes running down his own body, learning himself for what feels like the first time even if it isn't. He looks for what Ignis sees, strength, passion, someone who deserves to be treated properly by another.
Slowly, his eyes rake back up, just as his fingers stroke Ignis' cheek.]
I will never tire of how you treat me. [A soft sigh.] How could I not be greedy for you? Once I felt you inside me, I craved more. [He turns his head to press his lips to Ignis' proud, gorgeous jaw.] You're everything I didn't know I needed. I mean that.
[ he doesn't take his eyes off him in the mirror, his hands possessively coming to slide up his sides, shifting to over the flat of his abdomen, the defined muscles he finds there, over his chest and down again, one hand coming to cup his balls in his palm before stroking upwards, sensuously tightening around the thickening shaft of his cock.
ignis' gaze is intent and admiring, hungry in the light as he leans forward to nuzzle into albert's neck, his cheek, leaning into his touch. they're a match made in paradise, and ignis can't ignore the way he slots so perfectly against him, how albert is so effortlessly sensual and captivating. he sees a man that is made to be ravished and worshiped, to be loved, and he hums in approval when he feels albert's soft lips against his jaw.
he continues to gently stroke his cock, up and down where they can both see, thumbing over his sensitive slit before teasing at his foreskin, pulling it down to reveal the plump, flushed head of his cock. ]
So are you, Albert. I'm afraid I'm addicted to you.
[ he says softly, honestly. ] I could spend hours and hours worshiping you, exploring you, giving you pleasure until you fall apart around me.
[ his other hand simply plucks the lube from the armiger, before gently tucking it into albert's hand, his meaning clear. ]
[No amount of looking at Ignis is ever enough for Albert, and he meets his gaze in the mirror for a lingering moment, flashing a coy smile. Then he tracks the motion of those hands, watching them as they shower him with affection he doesn't want to let go of, attention he memorizes with his skin and his eyes.
Ignis is so remarkable. Albert's hips barely stay still as he's fondled and stroked, his body warming from the heat of the lingering steam from the bathtub and the increasingly intent touches. He loves the way Ignis claims him with simple, sweeping touches, the way he makes every moment they're together feel like an intimate, sweeping dance that Albert only sometimes leads. It's a breathless awe that often takes Albert in his presence, and he's so close to admitting it.]
I do so wish you would, Ignis. Spend your hours taking me apart...
[He takes the lube in hand and coats three fingers with it, though he does it in such a slow, deliberate manner that it can't look anything but lewd. And so too does he slowly move to bend and hunch over just enough to do what he's tasked with, sliding a finger inside himself with a flutter of his eyelids.
His pulse races at this. It's nothing he's ever done before or even really considered, and he can tell by the way Ignis is looking at him and being so delightfully firm that he's delighted by it all. So the latent actor in Albert, that habit used so often for ill, comes out beautifully now. He commands Ignis' attention with a throaty moan, low enough to not make the room seem small, but loud enough to sink a claw into his attentive lover.]
[ ignis can't take his eyes off of him, the way he's pushing a lube-slick finger inside of himself. he takes the lube back quick, squeezing out a generous portion before he slicks himself up just to make sure that albert has an easier time of it. of course, he's also stroking himself to the fact that seeing his companion's tight, firm ass swallow up that finger does so many primitive, savage, primal things to his libido.
the man is making a dramatic production out of it, and ignis is ensnared. albert has sank his claws into him all right, and ignis meets those enchanting green eyes in the mirror as he huffs a soft chuckle. in this moment, albert is all his; albert belongs to him, and ignis is the one who can give him this kind of pleasure.
he doesn't stop teasing his cock, palming his balls in his hand firmly to reward him for being so obscenely, lewdly obedient. he's the one that tucks his cock between his thighs now, so aroused that he's dripping with it, smearing pre-cum between those soft thighs.
he presses his lips to his shoulder now, moving flush against him but making space for him to fuck himself properly. ]
I will. You belong only to me tonight. I'll make you feel so good, you'll ache for me after. [ he reaches between them, gently coaxing albert to slip the other one in. ] Second finger. Stretch yourself for me.
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they must be terrible things. but ignis sympathises; he is no stranger to terrible things and hard choices. he understands that sometimes they must be done, for the betterment of everything else. ignis regards him for a long moment, then gestures for him to continue eating. he stays close, choosing his words with care. ]
You can tell me about it when you're ready, if only to have its weight lifted off your shoulders. I would be a fool to let you go, wouldn't I?
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He doesn't eat yet, though.]
I will. [It's as good as an oath.] When I'm stronger, I'll tell you. [And somehow... he doesn't think it will shock Ignis much.] Thank you. I do mean that, sincerely. You've lightened my burden considerably just by being here.
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[ ignis gently chides, smiling nonetheless. there is so much he has yet to learn about albert, so much to uncover, but this is a good start. there is so much more to him that he lets on, the brittle, fragile nature of his vulnerability underneath the layers of smooth composure and that sharp intelligence is incredibly compelling.
he reaches out to cup his cheek, inviting him to lean in as he regards him with quiet warmth. ]
Allow me to tend to you tonight.
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[At least that admonition results in Albert laughing faintly, genuinely, the tension in him breaking like a wave.
Ignis is everything he could ask for in a confidant, and he's grateful to have met him. Whatever strange fate brought them together, he'll thank, and hope it doesn't see fit to tear them apart.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Ignis' palm. His eyes close, and his lips linger there, until the last bits of tension ebb slowly away, breath after breath. His touch is soothing. Then Albert looks back to him, meeting his gaze.]
I'm finishing this Yorkshire pudding first.
[The smile he offers is a little fragile, but broad and sincere. And for once, it reaches his eyes.]
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his thumb smooths over his cheekbone now, admiring the lightness of his smile, how it reaches his eyes now instead of engineered to be placidly polite. how beautiful he is, just like this. ]
I'll bring you onion gravy next time.
[ he murmurs, before he pulls away and gives him space to eat. ]
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He had to have been right when they first met. His first impression was wholly accurate. This man may be the best man he's met in so, so long. And the more he pushes himself out of his comfort zone with Ignis, the freer he feels. Between bites, he smiles, and at each bite he closes his eyes indulgently, savoring it completely.]
What should we do with the evening? If you're taking care of me, well... I can see you're already formulating a plan, so go on and tell me.
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[ from his experience, warm baths go a long, long way towards resting and relaxation. he takes what's offered, leaning into the easy intimacy of eating off a new lover's fork. there is anticipation, a thrill and gentle delight in his company. when they finally finish the pudding, ignis reaches out to slowly, deliberately pull down the zipper of what he's wearing, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. ]
May I trouble you to wash the dishes, in the meantime?
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[Albert is quieter than usual as he finishes the pudding, but once he's done and he can turn all his attention to Ignis, he's all warmth and clever affection again. It may be that he's a little bruised, but it doesn't change how fond he is of Ignis, and how much he wants to show that fondness endlessly.]
Of course. It's only proper, when you've been so thoughtful.
[Ah, there he goes again, being proper. He catches himself and laughs faintly.]
Will you be joining me in the bath?
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[ it's playful praise, and ignis is heartened to see that he at least has a spark of himself back. rising from his seat, he captures albert's chin to give him a soft kiss, his eyes lidded briefly. ]
That depends on how firmly you ask me.
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[He raises a hand to stroke his lover's cheek, fingers trailing along the edges of Ignis' hair. His voice drops, gentle and adoring.]
What if I ask you softly? If I look into those beautiful eyes and tell you that I'd like to wrap you up in my arms for the rest of the night?
[A smirk. He has to follow it up with a firm addition, of course.]
You will join me. I'll make it worth your while.
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he delights in that command, in the image that he creates just for him -- the two of them, spending the night together. ]
I'll say yes. And I'll hold you to that.
[ he murmurs, before he's slowly pulling away, lingering because he can, but knowing that he needs to get a move on while albert cleans up in the kitchen.
making his way to the pristine bathroom, he shrugs off his own sports coat, leaving the grey henley that he wears, and he lets the water run. he's searching around for the bath salts and tips it in once the water reaches an acceptable level. scented candles, next, set on the bathroom counter that he lights with his own magic, turning the overhead light off.
romantic. quiet, conducive. all that's missing are rose petals. ]
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Knowing he's a fool for all of this doesn't change how much he wants or enjoys it, and even if he doesn't deserve it, or happiness at all, and much less Ignis, he he'll embrace the whole thing as tightly as he can. This is a gentle, beautiful thing that he's never experienced before, so he'll keep his head held as high as he can and accept it, no matter the consequences.
Soon enough he's done, and he makes his way to the bathroom to join Ignis. It's... lovely. He's made it cozy and it smells wonderful. Truly all that's missing is red roses, and he swears he'll make that happen next time.
He strips down to nothing quietly, then pads into the bathroom, draping his arms over Ignis from behind.]
You'll spoil me.
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[ ignis murmurs playfully as he looks back at him in the mirror, still remembering the feeling of his thumb against his lips. the gentle golden glow of the flickering flames makes everything a hundred times more romantic and sensuous, and it's very obvious that albert is naked behind him.
those arms are strong but gentle, and he can't help his heart racing just a little as he meets his gaze. truly, albert is an incredible, fascinating man -- he might have his secrets, but there is no doubt about his kindness, the sharp, intelligent edges of him that tolerates no fools and demands higher standards of those who deserve better. he's enamored with the way they engage as equals, drawn to the steel in his words -- albert is a formidable man in his own right, the comfortable push-pull of their shared dynamics is erotically addictive, and ignis finds himself wanting more.
albert is in a league of his own, and he grasps the older man's hand in his, bringing it up to his lips so albert can see him brushing reverent, gentle kisses to his knuckles. ]
Would you like to undress me, Albert?
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In the mirror, he meets Ignis' eyes, and for a long moment he simply observes. He's glorious like this, relaxed and off his guard, dressed down a bit, hair not so perfectly done up. Albert thinks he could drown in those eyes, or find comfort he rarely knows how to seek. How did he meet someone so precious and unforgettable in a place like this? And all because of one con of a network post.
His free hand shifts to run down the front of Ignis' shirt to the bottom hem, which he gently grasps and begins to pull up.]
It would be my pleasure.
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he guides his hands down to his pants nice and slow, undoing the buckle of his belt and the catch for him as he leans into albert's warm embrace, feeling the swell of their synchrony. it's even more intense than before -- and he wonders if it's because of what they had shared earlier this evening. perhaps. he feels closer to him, wants him even more deeply; their connection has clearly strengthened, the ease of their dynamics more formidable, and ignis finds himself moved by his grace and vulnerability.
how odd and wonderful, to find someone like that here. how odd, too, to find that he wants to protect him and keep him close. ]
Kiss me. [ he murmurs. ]
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Ignis is dangerous to Albert in all the ways that make him afraid and alive. He's kind and gentle, strong and firm and unyielding in his convictions. He wagers Ignis is a formidable foe when angered, and little signs here and there point to at least a brief history of combat. Their similarities thrill Albert, and their differences make his knees weak. He's never wanted anyone quite this way. He's never wanted to lay bare his whole soul for someone and have them judge him kindly. This isn't about ideals or attraction individually, but a whole suite of greater and lesser things Albert wasn't prepared to want ever in his life. They know they'd be fools to let each other go, but... He can't help hoping he never has to know that pain.
A gentle hum, then he captures Ignis' lips properly, his pants half off his hips, Albert's fingers running over the sensitive skin low on his belly as his other hand slides into Ignis' hair. The kiss is as fierce as it is adoring, somehow forceful and meaningful without being lascivious, a kiss Albert wouldn't have dared give many before now.]
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he lets himself be explored and touched, fighting down a strange sense of self-consciousness as he watches him in the mirror, admiring just how good albert is with his hands. albert is right -- ignis is formidable when angered or when he's driven to protect against all odds, and as he leans eagerly into albert's touch with a murmur of approval and appreciation, he wonders if albert will become someone he will want to protect, too.
he has seen how vulnerable he can be tonight, just a little, and he turns his head to let himself be captured, kissing him back as his toes curl at how wonderful his kiss feels, the press of his tongue against his as he parts his mouth to accept him. he kisses him right back, thoroughly enjoying just how good albert is. the man is impossibly skilled with his tongue and his hands, and he helps him to push his pants and briefs all the way off. he wants to be touched, claimed, held by albert.
as he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles gently against him, hands slipping back to knead at the tight, firm cheeks of albert's ass, pulling him closer playfully. ]
I think you're getting hungry again. [ he murmurs, feeling that familiar, velvet shape of his cock slotting nicely between his thighs. ] What shall I do with you, Albert...?
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They're bared entirely a few moments later, Ignis' hard, lithe body next to Albert's, pressed together, Albert canting his hips to feel just the barest hint of friction. It won't take much to get Albert hard--it never does with ignis--and he's ready and willing to make that a part of the evening. This bath is supposed to be relaxing, but if they spend a few moments prior letting off a little of their emotional pressure, won't it be all the sweeter?]
Do? With me?
[He continues the kiss, lazy and thorough as he's held against Ignis, his tongue dancing on Ignis' as his fingers stray to that gorgeous, fulfilling cock Ignis bears.]
After we bathe...
[He pauses the kiss and looks up to his eyes.]
...I want you to take me like you did our first night. Until I can't feel a damn thing anymore, other than you.
[His fingers dance along Ignis' length, teasing and drawing him along.]
I thought I might let you come down my throat first, though.
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he's already getting hard, and ignis can feel it. drawing out the kiss sweetly, he rocks into his hand when he feels himself getting stroked. there is intimacy and pleasure, slow but sure, simmering underneath as they enjoy each other. and oh, ignis savours albert like the finest of wines, letting the kisses linger before he looks into his eyes, impossibly roused by those smooth, slow touches.
he's not in a hurry to fuck, no -- after what he's heard from albert tonight, he wants to take it slow, make sure albert knows he's treasured. he reaches up to brush albert's hair from his handsome face, quietly concerned. ]
Are you sure? I was rough with you that night.
[ and he was, pushing albert past his limits -- even if ignis had more than made it up with superb aftercare, he still feels a little guilty about that. although that last line makes his dick twitch just imagining albert with his mouth around his dick. gods, this man is a sin. ]
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Albert's fingers dance over Ignis' cock, not lingering anywhere too long, not stroking with great purpose. Just enjoying his growing girth and length is enough to satisfy Albert. He thumbs at his slit as his own growing erection slides between Ignis' thighs, enjoying the feeling of friction against both his legs and what lies between. It's soothing, in a way, just being able to feel something.]
You were, but I enjoyed it. You unmade me, Ignis. [A slow, languid kiss.] Sometimes that's what I need, I think.
[He looks to Ignis' eyes, smiling faintly.]
Not that I'll mind if you're a gentleman instead. I've put you through a few things tonight. You might be feeling like I deserve... tenderness?
[God, but why does the thought of Ignis treating him gently and softly also appeal so terribly much? He's almost embarrassed to think of it, but he'd be content if they even just held each other in the bath and afterwards in bed; perhaps he could drift off with Ignis inside him, wrapped up in his arms...]
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[ ignis' gaze flickers up to meet his in the mirror, intent and unyielding. he can feel albert growing even more aroused, and the way he teases the sensitive slit of his cock is incredibly distracted. already, sticky pre-cum is smeared onto albert's fingers, proof of how much ignis desires him.
he slips out of his hold now, mourning the feeling of that cock so intimately pressed against him, but there'll be more time for that after. completely naked, just like albert, he turns around to observe him, to admire that fine, fine body, the broadness of his chest and shoulders and just how perfect he is, right down to that incredible cock.
he takes his hand now, leading him to the full length mirror on the bathroom wall beside the counter, and he comes around behind him this time, letting albert be on full display before the mirror. pressing his lips to his ear, his words are pitched low, sultry. just for him. ]
I'll fuck you thoroughly and roughly like I did before. I'll split you open on my cock, you gorgeous man. And I'll put you back together tenderly, over and over again. I've missed your sweet cries, and how greedy you are.
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Once he's in front of the mirror and Ignis leans in, he raises a hand to tangle it in his hair, perfect and lovely as always. It's clear Ignis doesn't want him to look away, so he doesn't, eyes running down his own body, learning himself for what feels like the first time even if it isn't. He looks for what Ignis sees, strength, passion, someone who deserves to be treated properly by another.
Slowly, his eyes rake back up, just as his fingers stroke Ignis' cheek.]
I will never tire of how you treat me. [A soft sigh.] How could I not be greedy for you? Once I felt you inside me, I craved more. [He turns his head to press his lips to Ignis' proud, gorgeous jaw.] You're everything I didn't know I needed. I mean that.
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ignis' gaze is intent and admiring, hungry in the light as he leans forward to nuzzle into albert's neck, his cheek, leaning into his touch. they're a match made in paradise, and ignis can't ignore the way he slots so perfectly against him, how albert is so effortlessly sensual and captivating. he sees a man that is made to be ravished and worshiped, to be loved, and he hums in approval when he feels albert's soft lips against his jaw.
he continues to gently stroke his cock, up and down where they can both see, thumbing over his sensitive slit before teasing at his foreskin, pulling it down to reveal the plump, flushed head of his cock. ]
So are you, Albert. I'm afraid I'm addicted to you.
[ he says softly, honestly. ] I could spend hours and hours worshiping you, exploring you, giving you pleasure until you fall apart around me.
[ his other hand simply plucks the lube from the armiger, before gently tucking it into albert's hand, his meaning clear. ]
Let me inside you again, my dearest man.
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Ignis is so remarkable. Albert's hips barely stay still as he's fondled and stroked, his body warming from the heat of the lingering steam from the bathtub and the increasingly intent touches. He loves the way Ignis claims him with simple, sweeping touches, the way he makes every moment they're together feel like an intimate, sweeping dance that Albert only sometimes leads. It's a breathless awe that often takes Albert in his presence, and he's so close to admitting it.]
I do so wish you would, Ignis. Spend your hours taking me apart...
[He takes the lube in hand and coats three fingers with it, though he does it in such a slow, deliberate manner that it can't look anything but lewd. And so too does he slowly move to bend and hunch over just enough to do what he's tasked with, sliding a finger inside himself with a flutter of his eyelids.
His pulse races at this. It's nothing he's ever done before or even really considered, and he can tell by the way Ignis is looking at him and being so delightfully firm that he's delighted by it all. So the latent actor in Albert, that habit used so often for ill, comes out beautifully now. He commands Ignis' attention with a throaty moan, low enough to not make the room seem small, but loud enough to sink a claw into his attentive lover.]
Nothing feels as good as you do...
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the man is making a dramatic production out of it, and ignis is ensnared. albert has sank his claws into him all right, and ignis meets those enchanting green eyes in the mirror as he huffs a soft chuckle. in this moment, albert is all his; albert belongs to him, and ignis is the one who can give him this kind of pleasure.
he doesn't stop teasing his cock, palming his balls in his hand firmly to reward him for being so obscenely, lewdly obedient. he's the one that tucks his cock between his thighs now, so aroused that he's dripping with it, smearing pre-cum between those soft thighs.
he presses his lips to his shoulder now, moving flush against him but making space for him to fuck himself properly. ]
I will. You belong only to me tonight. I'll make you feel so good, you'll ache for me after. [ he reaches between them, gently coaxing albert to slip the other one in. ] Second finger. Stretch yourself for me.
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