[ 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.
[If Albert's flair for the dramatic never came in handy in life before now, it's suddenly a useful tool, something he can use to ensnare and entice as much as the same has been done to him. Ignis needs only look at Albert just so to make his heart flutter and his knees weak; if he can have the same effect with this, he's content.
The sounds don't stop, breathy sighs and pointless hums that punctuate what he's doing and that only get more sensual as Ignis continues to stroke and touch him. Albert's whole body belongs to Ignis tonight, recompense for being listened to and so dearly cared for. It's more than he'll ever deserve, the attention he gets from Ignis. It is precious and fondly kept.
But Albert rewards sweetness with obscenity, sliding in a second finger as he's bid and letting a louder, more indulgent sound slip out from his throat, like he tried to hold it back.]
Ah, Ignis... I'm aching for you right now.
[He rocks his hips, feeling his own fingers, Ignis' hand, his cock, everything working in a beautiful symphony of shallow, needy movements. And yet he won't look away from the mirror, away from his beautiful, commanding lover.] Though you know nothing can prepare me for you.
[ goodness, but albert's flair for the dramatic is absolutely captivating. ignis finds himself ensnared by him, caught on just how sensuously he prepares himself and lets him watch. it is red-hot, intense desire that builds and coils, flooding their nascent connection with the ache of longing. no one has turned him on as potently as albert, and he has to swallow down a low groan as his dick twitches, eager to be buried inside him.
he doesn't tear his eyes away from jewel-green eyes, so beautiful in this lovely bathroom, and he grips him by the hip while his lube-slick fingers gently ease albert's out of him. as much as he enjoys this incredible show, they have something even more exciting lined up -- and ignis intends to acquaint himself with this man again.
he spares a few moments to admire that fine, firm bottom, reaching to give it a gentle spank before he grips his own cock, lining himself up before pushing into that tight, tight heat. he's right, nothing will prepare either of them for how good this feels, how powerful it feels to press inside of albert, to seat himself inside him again like they did their first night together. ]
[All he wants to do is watch Ignis, the ever shifting need in his eyes, the way he is barely holding himself back. It all comes together and makes Albert's arousal stronger, more real, more present, beautiful and absolutely molten. He's wanted Ignis back inside him constantly since that night, though he's been an absolute gentleman at all times. It simply wouldn't do for Albert to chase after him for some base desires.
But here they are, crudely entwined, Albert showing off like some prize animal who wants to be praised. This part of Ignis is well hidden and sacred to Albert, who knows better than anyone what a veneer of propriety can do to a man.
His fingers are eased free, and he gasps as Ignis' hand contacts the firm skin of his ass, the slap unexpected but somehow not unwelcome. He wonders if he'd let this man degrade him, debase him... He doesn't have to think for long, though, because once that thick, glorious cock starts to press inside he knows instinctively that the answer to that question is yes.]
Ah, Ignis...
[He rocks back greedily, knowing he can take him with little effort.]
[ he's practically purring in his ear, holding his gaze in the mirror. his own is intense and full of promise, pleased that he has all of him as he seats himself balls-deep inside that wonderfully tight, tight channel.
he gives albert a moment to get used to his size, the way he feels inside of him even in everything raw and feral in ignis wants to fuck him hard, without mercy -- no, there will be time for that. for now, he will give him a few blessed seconds.
his hands are appreciative, roaming over his sides, up the lovely, glorious lines of his body, from that lean waist to his chest and down. albert is solidly built, in prime condition and very evidently favoured by the gods.
he pulls out then, almost fully, before he thrusts in again in one swift push. twice. again, feeling the way albert takes him inside and swallow him whole. it's wildly intoxicating, and all ignis can do is murmur praises into the crook of his neck as he starts to give him a good, thorough fucking.
his thick, full cock is buried deep inside him again and again, rubbing up those sensitive walls, but he's seeking that one spot, the one he knows will make albert absolutely melt.
he's in no hurry, however -- after all, he wants albert to enjoy this. he speaks again, words rough as he bites the side of his neck gently. he watches albert's cock bounce every time he bottoms out inside him, pleased. ]
Do you like it when I fuck you like this, dear Albert...? Any man would kill to be me.
[Albert bites at his lip as Ignis presses inside, utterly captivated by that look in his eyes, the way he is so wanted even like this. They've had incredible chemistry since the moment they met, and Albert refuses to take that for granted.
So it's easy to put on a show. No one else is around, it's just the two of them in this big, empty apartment, so Albert lets his voice raise when Ignis bottoms out inside him. His body presses back, grinding on Ignis, living for the way he can feel every inch of him, inside and out.
Then the praises start, and it sets something off in Albert that he didn't quite know he possessed. The closer Ignis gets to hitting his prostate, the weaker Albert's knees become, and each thrust earns an ever-increasingly lustful cry from Albert now. There are praises alongside meaningless curses, and while Albert wants to be touched, he resists, merely holding on to the edge of the countertop with one white-knuckled hand.]
I do... [He moans, uselessly wanton, uncaring for anyone else that might hear through the walls.] I think about you fucking me like this and I-- [Oh, there's that spot. Albert offers up a sharp cry.] Ignis...
[ albert cries out, his name ringing in the echoes of the bathroom, and ignis speeds up when he moans -- he loves how shameless albert is when he's being pleasured, when he's buried like this inside of him and albert can only want more. ignis is captivated by him, hooked on just how he feels, stretched and sheathed around his cock.
ignis' gaze is sharp and predatory, fierce and calculating as he regards albert in the mirror, a hand coming to splay over albert's throat possessively. he doesn't tighten his grip, not yet. ]
Good. [ he purrs. ] You feel so gloriously tight around me, Albert... I'm going to ravage you so you'll remember this the next time someone else is inside you.
[ he murmurs, and then he pulls out almost fully, leaving only the tip of his cock -- and then with a sharp thrust of his hips, he fucks him hard, balls slapping up against his pert, lovely ass. once, twice, thrice -- ignis fucks him without mercy, every hard, rough thrust forcing him up against the counter.
he's unrelenting, taking everything albert gives him. he's wanted, desired -- in this moment, albert is the only thing that matters. his grip tightens now, around his throat. ]
[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]
[ ignis says nothing now, hooked on his moans, the way he so obviously is into the rough fucking, heavy balls and cock bouncing with each thrust. he loves how undone albert is, the way his eyes are lidded, a clear indication that he's slipping into where ignis is guiding him.
he squeezes his throat briefly, driving into him ferociously as his cock practically splits his tight, willing body apart with every lewd thrust, the slick slaps of his balls against his ass filling the bathroom. ]
Tell me you're mine, Albert. Tell me how much you love being fucked and used. Your tight little ass feels so greedy to me.
[His. God, it frightens him to admit it so freely in such a vulnerable moment, but...] I'm yours. [He chokes it out, beautifully driven into a corner by this man's attentions. He isn't even bothering with his own cock, preferring to relish the roughness and the tight hand at his throat. Is this how it feels when he...
Ah, each slap of skin on skin sets him further alight, making lewd, useless sounds, his body pliant and welcoming. With one hand, he reaches back to spread himself wider, only briefly, only until a glorious little laugh bubbles up out of him, punctuated by a loud, lengthy moan. The dam breaks.]
Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours... Ignis... God, Ignis... Use me like a whore.
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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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The sounds don't stop, breathy sighs and pointless hums that punctuate what he's doing and that only get more sensual as Ignis continues to stroke and touch him. Albert's whole body belongs to Ignis tonight, recompense for being listened to and so dearly cared for. It's more than he'll ever deserve, the attention he gets from Ignis. It is precious and fondly kept.
But Albert rewards sweetness with obscenity, sliding in a second finger as he's bid and letting a louder, more indulgent sound slip out from his throat, like he tried to hold it back.]
Ah, Ignis... I'm aching for you right now.
[He rocks his hips, feeling his own fingers, Ignis' hand, his cock, everything working in a beautiful symphony of shallow, needy movements. And yet he won't look away from the mirror, away from his beautiful, commanding lover.] Though you know nothing can prepare me for you.
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he doesn't tear his eyes away from jewel-green eyes, so beautiful in this lovely bathroom, and he grips him by the hip while his lube-slick fingers gently ease albert's out of him. as much as he enjoys this incredible show, they have something even more exciting lined up -- and ignis intends to acquaint himself with this man again.
he spares a few moments to admire that fine, firm bottom, reaching to give it a gentle spank before he grips his own cock, lining himself up before pushing into that tight, tight heat. he's right, nothing will prepare either of them for how good this feels, how powerful it feels to press inside of albert, to seat himself inside him again like they did their first night together. ]
You feel --
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But here they are, crudely entwined, Albert showing off like some prize animal who wants to be praised. This part of Ignis is well hidden and sacred to Albert, who knows better than anyone what a veneer of propriety can do to a man.
His fingers are eased free, and he gasps as Ignis' hand contacts the firm skin of his ass, the slap unexpected but somehow not unwelcome. He wonders if he'd let this man degrade him, debase him... He doesn't have to think for long, though, because once that thick, glorious cock starts to press inside he knows instinctively that the answer to that question is yes.]
Ah, Ignis...
[He rocks back greedily, knowing he can take him with little effort.]
Hard. Please.
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[ he's practically purring in his ear, holding his gaze in the mirror. his own is intense and full of promise, pleased that he has all of him as he seats himself balls-deep inside that wonderfully tight, tight channel.
he gives albert a moment to get used to his size, the way he feels inside of him even in everything raw and feral in ignis wants to fuck him hard, without mercy -- no, there will be time for that. for now, he will give him a few blessed seconds.
his hands are appreciative, roaming over his sides, up the lovely, glorious lines of his body, from that lean waist to his chest and down. albert is solidly built, in prime condition and very evidently favoured by the gods.
he pulls out then, almost fully, before he thrusts in again in one swift push. twice. again, feeling the way albert takes him inside and swallow him whole. it's wildly intoxicating, and all ignis can do is murmur praises into the crook of his neck as he starts to give him a good, thorough fucking.
his thick, full cock is buried deep inside him again and again, rubbing up those sensitive walls, but he's seeking that one spot, the one he knows will make albert absolutely melt.
he's in no hurry, however -- after all, he wants albert to enjoy this. he speaks again, words rough as he bites the side of his neck gently. he watches albert's cock bounce every time he bottoms out inside him, pleased. ]
Do you like it when I fuck you like this, dear Albert...? Any man would kill to be me.
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So it's easy to put on a show. No one else is around, it's just the two of them in this big, empty apartment, so Albert lets his voice raise when Ignis bottoms out inside him. His body presses back, grinding on Ignis, living for the way he can feel every inch of him, inside and out.
Then the praises start, and it sets something off in Albert that he didn't quite know he possessed. The closer Ignis gets to hitting his prostate, the weaker Albert's knees become, and each thrust earns an ever-increasingly lustful cry from Albert now. There are praises alongside meaningless curses, and while Albert wants to be touched, he resists, merely holding on to the edge of the countertop with one white-knuckled hand.]
I do... [He moans, uselessly wanton, uncaring for anyone else that might hear through the walls.] I think about you fucking me like this and I-- [Oh, there's that spot. Albert offers up a sharp cry.] Ignis...
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ignis' gaze is sharp and predatory, fierce and calculating as he regards albert in the mirror, a hand coming to splay over albert's throat possessively. he doesn't tighten his grip, not yet. ]
Good. [ he purrs. ] You feel so gloriously tight around me, Albert... I'm going to ravage you so you'll remember this the next time someone else is inside you.
[ he murmurs, and then he pulls out almost fully, leaving only the tip of his cock -- and then with a sharp thrust of his hips, he fucks him hard, balls slapping up against his pert, lovely ass. once, twice, thrice -- ignis fucks him without mercy, every hard, rough thrust forcing him up against the counter.
he's unrelenting, taking everything albert gives him. he's wanted, desired -- in this moment, albert is the only thing that matters. his grip tightens now, around his throat. ]
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[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]
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he squeezes his throat briefly, driving into him ferociously as his cock practically splits his tight, willing body apart with every lewd thrust, the slick slaps of his balls against his ass filling the bathroom. ]
Tell me you're mine, Albert. Tell me how much you love being fucked and used. Your tight little ass feels so greedy to me.
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Ah, each slap of skin on skin sets him further alight, making lewd, useless sounds, his body pliant and welcoming. With one hand, he reaches back to spread himself wider, only briefly, only until a glorious little laugh bubbles up out of him, punctuated by a loud, lengthy moan. The dam breaks.]
Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours... Ignis... God, Ignis... Use me like a whore.
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