[ he can feel it, the overwhelming, glorious way albert loves him, how the man winds around him and seeks him out. in this instant, albert james moriarty is the only man that matters. he revels in the difference between how they're dressed, how albert is so completely exposed to him, open and trusting -- so different from when they first met that it makes his heart skip a beat.
his fingers track over the lovebites that were left on his skin, vivid but fading, and he presses his mouth to the one over his pulse point and kisses it. he sucks hard, now, sealing his mark over it. another, and another -- there is an odd sort of possessive, perverse pleasure he finds in claiming albert for himself, when his mouth, hot and hungry, trails down over his chest to take a nipple in his mouth.
his hands are skilled, roaming his lovely body, a hand coming to curl around his cock as he slowly works him, stroking and playing with the shape and feel of his shaft, the weight of his balls, the patch of skin behind it that he teases. ]
I'll ravish you all day long. [ he murmurs, low and sultry as he looks up at him with dark green eyes. ] I'll make you come until you can't come anymore.
[ and he kisses his way down, spreading his legs further. ] Look at you. Any man would kill to have you, and you're mine.
[The promises Ignis pours on him make Albert's lips turn up into a joyous smile. He'll feel this tonight, and be his. It's crystal clear in the bonds between them that Albert is entirely captivated, that he won't look away from Ignis or so much as think of anything but him for the next several hours. Whatever may come after, in all its pain and tragedy, he can deal with. He can face them if he has this man by his side.
There's the smallest feeling in Albert that he tied himself to Ignis on that first night, when talk of ideals and loyalty mingled with loneliness and blind passion to make Albert more than willing to give over more than he usually would. Now, what he has to show for it is the only man here who knows all his secrets that didn't know them a mere month ago. What he has to show is overflowing affection that he can't contain.
Every mark Ignis makes sends a thrill up Albert's spine, his anguished thoughts melting into nothing. It feels good to be so wanted, claimed by strong, incredible men he has no illusions of ever parting from. They can make their marks, love or hate each other as fiercely as Albert adores them all, and he'll soak up every bit of the love he's shown. His fingers tangle in the sheets, eager and desperate.
Albert's hips rise as Ignis touches him, strokes and fondles and praises with his hands as well as his lips. He wants those hands to squeeze and undo him, wants those words to tear him apart.]
I'm yours. [The gravity of that isn't lost on Albert. He really will give his everything to Ignis, someone who sees his heart even when he doesn't see it himself. Moderation is what Ignis brings to his heart and mind, but in affairs like this he'd rather leave the moderation aside. Another man has killed to have him... and yet Albert is here. Selfishly.] Ruin me.
[ that permission, that request is all the permission ignis needs. he isn't a stranger to the rough side of sexual play -- in fact, he's proven quite a natural at it, adept at pain and pleasure both, and he's more than happy to show albert how it's done.
he can feel that joy, that recklessness, that sharpened desire and intent, the need for more. ignis has never felt more connected to him than tonight, their bond taut and crackling with mutual need and the ferocity for more.
the gravity of those words is not lost in ignis, either -- he knows that albert has someone he is steadfastly loyal to, someone he loves deeply, and for him to offer himself up like that is a tremendous thing. the weight of his words are significant, as is the way he gives himself over so completely to him, entrusting himself to ignis. he presses loving kiss-bites to the sensitive inside of albert's thigh now, marking him up as he lets his cock brush up against his cheek.
it's brief, fleeting, because as much as he wants to suck him off, now is not the time for that. he's fishing out the lubricant for them both, smearing a generous amount onto his fingers gripping his hip to urge him up and turn him over. ]
On your hands and knees, and face the mirror.
[ the full length mirror, perpendicular to the bed, right where ignis can watch his every expression when he claims all of him. he's helping him into position, coming up behind him with a smile, a possessive hand gripping his hip bruisingly tight. ]
Spread your legs for me, darling. Let me see your tight little hole.
[ his lube slick fingers find it, and he murmurs, ] Tell me, does it miss me?
[He has someone he intends still to die for, but that man is far from Albert's thoughts at the moment. His entire world right now, thanks to wrung-out emotions and a growing, dearly beloved lust, is Ignis.
Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.
[ he murmurs roughly, because you have no idea what your words do to him, albert. how they unravel him and make him wild -- or perhaps albert does. the sight of this elegantly beautiful man saying such filthy things to ignis makes him want to keep albert forever, to have him just like this.
he can feel albert, focused solely on him -- the echoes of his confession threaded in the strength, the deepening of their connection. he comes up behind him, admiring the look on his face before he looks down and spreads his cheeks, revealing that tight little puckered rim. the lube is taken out and smeared on his fingers in quick order, his own cock slicked before the tube is discarded in quick order.
he's so turned on it hurts, especially having albert on his hands and knees just like this. but as much as he wants to fuck him into oblivion, to plow into him and give him such a good fucking that he screams, he wants albert to know how much ignis adores him, how much he wants to ravish and worship. and so he does it, laying kisses down his spine, down, down until he reaches those spread cheeks and presses his lips to his hole.
lips, then tongue, pushing in slow as he urges him to relax, to open up for him. ]
[All he can offer in response to that comment is a gentle, self-deprecating laugh. There are precious few people who could wrench such words out from his silvered tongue. Albert is used to speaking firmly and plainly, but not used to letting himself be such base filth. Yet with Ignis, it comes so easily. It's like breathing clean, crisp morning air, invigorating and right.
At the same time, he wants to drown in this man's lust and never come up again. If he could die in a moment like this, beloved and treasured and given over to someone who sees him for who and what he is and still loves, still cherishes, he wouldn't regret a thing. He's on his hands and knees for no one, but for Ignis it's simple. For Ignis, it's right. He watches Ignis behind him, eyes sharp and full of desperate need, sure he's going to take him more swiftly and beautifully savagely than ever before...
But then he lowers himself, his head, his sweet lips, and presses them to Albert's tight waiting hole so gently. A shiver shakes Albert as he watches, his cock twitching faintly toward some semblance of hardness while his ass clenches, then relaxes with each breath he takes. Those lips are warm, welcome, loving, and he keens when Ignis presses his tongue inside. This is filthy, but it is somehow what Albert needed... A reminder that he is wholly and completely adored by this man, and that he'll be taken not as some object of pity or scorn, but as a beloved, dearly treasured other half.
They are so alike, and so different, in all the ways that make them fit together neatly. There is perfection in their imperfection, even delight in their depravity, and that is familiar and comfortable to Albert, too. How he wants Ignis to hurt him, to unmake him again. But first, to be loved so sinfully sweetly...]
Ignis...
[He feels the slight wetness and warmth at his hole and his body responds so kindly, relaxing little by little there even as his spine tingles and his fingers curl against the bedsheets.]
[ hearing his name fall from those lips is a magical, intoxicating feeling. he loves how albert gives in to him -- he knows that the man is expecting to be wholly, completely wrecked, and it will happen in due course; right now, ignis wants him to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that ignis loves him, that he wants him to be cherished and adored, and wanted.
the other half, indeed. he laps him up and spreads him further, deft fingers coming down to play with his balls and to let albert watch. he's teasing, stroking his cock before curling his fingers around it, inviting his lover to fuck into the circle of his grip while he pleasures him. ignis can feel the way he eases up around him, and he moves even more surely, his tongue burying inside of that tight little hole to explore, to fuck him just like that.
it's kisses, slick, wet little worshipful explorations inside of him, while his other hand comes to tease him open a little more, a lube-slick finger gently pushing inside of him alongside his questing tongue. ]
You're being so good for me, my darling... open up a little more. I need you to be ready to take me, mmmm?
[He'll say it a thousand times... he doesn't care if Ignis does this, this exquisite, loving, beautiful foreplay. He wouldn't mind if the man simply pinned him down to ravish him, perhaps daily. Tonight will be memorable for every reason, not the least of which is this act. He's being prodded and gently worked by that talented tongue, a tongue that offers him affection and lust in equal parts. It is a thing of beauty.
Then the finger is added, and Albert sighs, shivering.]
I want... [What if he's a fool? What if he lets himself go a little?] I want to be good for you... [He eases his knees a little wider, consciously relaxes his body one muscle group at a time, all the while looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing himself, not being depraved and glorious, but being cherished and kept. All the more reason to submit to this man's every whim.]
[ ignis tonguefucks him now, taking his time as he slips his tongue into that tight passage, getting him to loosen up further. he loves the sight he presents, on hands and knees and so ready to be depraved, his proper, elegant albert a wanton whore for him in bed.
he loves the difference between the albert he sees now and the albert in public, possessively pleased before he pulls out. he doesn't want to make him come yet, not quite. straightening up, he slicks up his own hard, throbbing cock, stroking himself and making sure albert sees it in the mirror beside them.
with a lazy smile, he reaches out and pins his cheek to the pillows, his palm curling over the back of his neck to keep him down. his other hand grasps his own cock, and he murmurs, ]
Watch. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your tight little hole, darling. I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.
[ and slowly, slowly, he pushes his way in, a low groan of appreciation thrumming at the way albert is still so snug around him. ]
[He wants hours of this, days of this, sweetly surrendered to the man he's come to love. A man who knows his secrets, and still adores, who sees the blood on his hands but lays claim to him anyway. This affection is terrible and true, beautifully undeserved. But Albert will cherish it.
The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
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his fingers track over the lovebites that were left on his skin, vivid but fading, and he presses his mouth to the one over his pulse point and kisses it. he sucks hard, now, sealing his mark over it. another, and another -- there is an odd sort of possessive, perverse pleasure he finds in claiming albert for himself, when his mouth, hot and hungry, trails down over his chest to take a nipple in his mouth.
his hands are skilled, roaming his lovely body, a hand coming to curl around his cock as he slowly works him, stroking and playing with the shape and feel of his shaft, the weight of his balls, the patch of skin behind it that he teases. ]
I'll ravish you all day long. [ he murmurs, low and sultry as he looks up at him with dark green eyes. ] I'll make you come until you can't come anymore.
[ and he kisses his way down, spreading his legs further. ] Look at you. Any man would kill to have you, and you're mine.
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There's the smallest feeling in Albert that he tied himself to Ignis on that first night, when talk of ideals and loyalty mingled with loneliness and blind passion to make Albert more than willing to give over more than he usually would. Now, what he has to show for it is the only man here who knows all his secrets that didn't know them a mere month ago. What he has to show is overflowing affection that he can't contain.
Every mark Ignis makes sends a thrill up Albert's spine, his anguished thoughts melting into nothing. It feels good to be so wanted, claimed by strong, incredible men he has no illusions of ever parting from. They can make their marks, love or hate each other as fiercely as Albert adores them all, and he'll soak up every bit of the love he's shown. His fingers tangle in the sheets, eager and desperate.
Albert's hips rise as Ignis touches him, strokes and fondles and praises with his hands as well as his lips. He wants those hands to squeeze and undo him, wants those words to tear him apart.]
I'm yours. [The gravity of that isn't lost on Albert. He really will give his everything to Ignis, someone who sees his heart even when he doesn't see it himself. Moderation is what Ignis brings to his heart and mind, but in affairs like this he'd rather leave the moderation aside. Another man has killed to have him... and yet Albert is here. Selfishly.] Ruin me.
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he can feel that joy, that recklessness, that sharpened desire and intent, the need for more. ignis has never felt more connected to him than tonight, their bond taut and crackling with mutual need and the ferocity for more.
the gravity of those words is not lost in ignis, either -- he knows that albert has someone he is steadfastly loyal to, someone he loves deeply, and for him to offer himself up like that is a tremendous thing. the weight of his words are significant, as is the way he gives himself over so completely to him, entrusting himself to ignis. he presses loving kiss-bites to the sensitive inside of albert's thigh now, marking him up as he lets his cock brush up against his cheek.
it's brief, fleeting, because as much as he wants to suck him off, now is not the time for that. he's fishing out the lubricant for them both, smearing a generous amount onto his fingers gripping his hip to urge him up and turn him over. ]
On your hands and knees, and face the mirror.
[ the full length mirror, perpendicular to the bed, right where ignis can watch his every expression when he claims all of him. he's helping him into position, coming up behind him with a smile, a possessive hand gripping his hip bruisingly tight. ]
Spread your legs for me, darling. Let me see your tight little hole.
[ his lube slick fingers find it, and he murmurs, ] Tell me, does it miss me?
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Each bite makes him squirm, each mark that guarantees questions later, and he can't care at all. He's hasn't felt free from the shackles he put on himself for years, not properly, completely. The ball and chain of death and sin is far from here, discarded with his clothing and his caution when he walked through Ignis' door tonight.
Turned over, he knows without being told what position Ignis wants him in. The only variable here is the mirror--something they fondly use perhaps too often--something that will show Albert for hours just who he belongs to when he's in this room. So he faces it, eyes fixed on his own, red-ringed emerald looks back and telling him that whatever he is from here on, it starts today. And he doesn't have to look back.
It makes him smile.
Distracted, he almost misses Ignis instructing him. After a moment, his knees part further, and he arches his back just slightly, presenting said target to Ignis with all pleasure.]
It misses you so, Ignis. Please... don't make me wait. I need you.
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[ he murmurs roughly, because you have no idea what your words do to him, albert. how they unravel him and make him wild -- or perhaps albert does. the sight of this elegantly beautiful man saying such filthy things to ignis makes him want to keep albert forever, to have him just like this.
he can feel albert, focused solely on him -- the echoes of his confession threaded in the strength, the deepening of their connection. he comes up behind him, admiring the look on his face before he looks down and spreads his cheeks, revealing that tight little puckered rim. the lube is taken out and smeared on his fingers in quick order, his own cock slicked before the tube is discarded in quick order.
he's so turned on it hurts, especially having albert on his hands and knees just like this. but as much as he wants to fuck him into oblivion, to plow into him and give him such a good fucking that he screams, he wants albert to know how much ignis adores him, how much he wants to ravish and worship. and so he does it, laying kisses down his spine, down, down until he reaches those spread cheeks and presses his lips to his hole.
lips, then tongue, pushing in slow as he urges him to relax, to open up for him. ]
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At the same time, he wants to drown in this man's lust and never come up again. If he could die in a moment like this, beloved and treasured and given over to someone who sees him for who and what he is and still loves, still cherishes, he wouldn't regret a thing. He's on his hands and knees for no one, but for Ignis it's simple. For Ignis, it's right. He watches Ignis behind him, eyes sharp and full of desperate need, sure he's going to take him more swiftly and beautifully savagely than ever before...
But then he lowers himself, his head, his sweet lips, and presses them to Albert's tight waiting hole so gently. A shiver shakes Albert as he watches, his cock twitching faintly toward some semblance of hardness while his ass clenches, then relaxes with each breath he takes. Those lips are warm, welcome, loving, and he keens when Ignis presses his tongue inside. This is filthy, but it is somehow what Albert needed... A reminder that he is wholly and completely adored by this man, and that he'll be taken not as some object of pity or scorn, but as a beloved, dearly treasured other half.
They are so alike, and so different, in all the ways that make them fit together neatly. There is perfection in their imperfection, even delight in their depravity, and that is familiar and comfortable to Albert, too. How he wants Ignis to hurt him, to unmake him again. But first, to be loved so sinfully sweetly...]
Ignis...
[He feels the slight wetness and warmth at his hole and his body responds so kindly, relaxing little by little there even as his spine tingles and his fingers curl against the bedsheets.]
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the other half, indeed. he laps him up and spreads him further, deft fingers coming down to play with his balls and to let albert watch. he's teasing, stroking his cock before curling his fingers around it, inviting his lover to fuck into the circle of his grip while he pleasures him. ignis can feel the way he eases up around him, and he moves even more surely, his tongue burying inside of that tight little hole to explore, to fuck him just like that.
it's kisses, slick, wet little worshipful explorations inside of him, while his other hand comes to tease him open a little more, a lube-slick finger gently pushing inside of him alongside his questing tongue. ]
You're being so good for me, my darling... open up a little more. I need you to be ready to take me, mmmm?
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Then the finger is added, and Albert sighs, shivering.]
I want... [What if he's a fool? What if he lets himself go a little?] I want to be good for you... [He eases his knees a little wider, consciously relaxes his body one muscle group at a time, all the while looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing himself, not being depraved and glorious, but being cherished and kept. All the more reason to submit to this man's every whim.]
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[ ignis tonguefucks him now, taking his time as he slips his tongue into that tight passage, getting him to loosen up further. he loves the sight he presents, on hands and knees and so ready to be depraved, his proper, elegant albert a wanton whore for him in bed.
he loves the difference between the albert he sees now and the albert in public, possessively pleased before he pulls out. he doesn't want to make him come yet, not quite. straightening up, he slicks up his own hard, throbbing cock, stroking himself and making sure albert sees it in the mirror beside them.
with a lazy smile, he reaches out and pins his cheek to the pillows, his palm curling over the back of his neck to keep him down. his other hand grasps his own cock, and he murmurs, ]
Watch. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your tight little hole, darling. I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.
[ and slowly, slowly, he pushes his way in, a low groan of appreciation thrumming at the way albert is still so snug around him. ]
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The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
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[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
Oh, look at you.