[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.
[ ignis just about growls, but he releases his grip on his throat so that he can make albert look at himself in the mirror. he's overwhelming him, he knows, and as he gives him a good, thorough fucking, his hand slides down his body to grip his cock tight, almost uncomfortably so before he relaxes his hold just a little.
he loves the way he yields and surrenders to him -- albert is so very beautiful like this, and he kisses the curve of his throat, gently biting as he goes faster now, changing up his angle so he can pound into that knot of sensitive nerves, right where he knows albert likes it best. ]
[Darling. Oh, how he latches on to that little word and savors it, holding it close in his mind. He'll never stop calling Ignis that from now on, he can tell. This is like being adored, like being kept, and for just tonight, when the loneliness is peaking and his only outlet is something like this, he'll hold that feeling close.
It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]
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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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[ ignis just about growls, but he releases his grip on his throat so that he can make albert look at himself in the mirror. he's overwhelming him, he knows, and as he gives him a good, thorough fucking, his hand slides down his body to grip his cock tight, almost uncomfortably so before he relaxes his hold just a little.
he loves the way he yields and surrenders to him -- albert is so very beautiful like this, and he kisses the curve of his throat, gently biting as he goes faster now, changing up his angle so he can pound into that knot of sensitive nerves, right where he knows albert likes it best. ]
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It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
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[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]