[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]
[ Moran captures his lips as he cries out, swallowing the sound in a kiss. He's selfish; he doesn't want to share any bit of Albert in this moment. Not even have someone overhear the sweet noises that he makes as he comes. His head tilts to the side as he kisses him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth to taste even more of him, like he couldn't get enough from before.
The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
[That kiss, sealing against his lips as he comes, is one of the most splendid things Albert thinks he's ever felt. Leave it to Moran to swallow him whole like this. He slides his tongue against Moran's desperately, clinging to his arms, until the man finally releases as well. It's everything he could ever have wanted. The rich warmth and radiant togetherness of their synchrony is unlike anything Albert has ever experienced.
Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
[ He wants to sigh at Albert's confession; the timing really isn't the most ideal but he accepts the honesty of it. ]
Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
[Romance is for people who aren't recovering serial murderers, dear Moran. Well, no, but he wants to be sure Moran knows the he means it. He's experiencing Synchrony for the first time, and every spare thought and stray feeling that goes with it.]
I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
[A touch of color comes to Albert's cheeks as Moran does that, but he feels all of the emotions that accompany it and decides this place could be somehow much, much worse. His own embarrassment sparks slightly, but he still manages a fond chuckle at the scene, and this dear man.
He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
[ Moran lets out a small sigh as he does finally slip his spent cock free from Albert, already somewhat missing being connected to him there. ]
I get the feeling that you took care of me while I was a mess last night. [ He doesn't comment on the embarrassment that the man feels and instead talks on more intimate matters. ]
So, let me take care of you. [ Another kiss is pressed on the corner of Albert's mouth before he abruptly shifts how his arms are on the couch and wrap them around him instead. Up we go. He lifts him up as he stands and intends to take them both to the shower to clean. ]
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[It's Moran who is inexplicably glorious right now, not Albert, and he laughs ever so faintly on the edge of that syllable, hanging on Moran's every word and motion. It's incredible, being had by him, more incredible than Albert could ever have dreamed. The connection, the way he can feel Moran's emotions like they're tangible things is unforgettable.
Perhaps it's Moran winning when Albert finally closes his eyes to soak up the sounds coming from Moran, the ones that echo and mingle with his own so sinfully in the air. But is it a sin, when it's so lovely?
They'll have each other in strict confidence from now on, more than ever before, this much Albert swears to himself, and wordlessly to Moran on a lingering cry as he's stroked and fucked just so. He comes with a jerk of his hips, and a press back against Moran's, begging with his body for the man to follow him.]
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The way that his body moves against him; the way that he comes -- the feeling of it on his fingers and body -- is intoxicating. It isn't that much longer before he follows him. He thrusts himself in deep as he comes; he keeps kissing him just as passionately, just as needy as before. He only settles in how he clings to him when he's done.
He pulls away just enough to place small, little kisses against the side of Albert's lips and along his chin, but isn't quite ready to leave him. ]
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Those small kisses are welcome, as Albert lets his head tip back against the cushions properly and lets breath after steadying breath slow his mind and body back down.
To be loved and trusted and revered like this is...]
I love you as well, Colonel. [An awful time to admit it, but Albert doesn't want to appear to have had to think about it for even a moment.] Deeply.
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Deeply, huh? [ Moran can't help but almost ruin the moment by making a joke. His self-assured smile fades quickly as he looks at him with warm affection. ] I know... I can feel it.
[ Just like how the man must be feeling how much adoration that he has for him in this moment. His life is pledged to William, and that won't change, but that doesn't change how his feelings are. It doesn't change how much he loves Albert. It's a love separate and completely this man's. ]
But I like hearing you say it. [ He leans in to kiss him yet again when he pulls back: ] Say it again.
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I can feel how much you care. It's incredible...
[He's certain he sounds like a foolish child when he says that, enamored with this older man in every way, but he's a touch overwhelmed. The kiss is warm, fleeting, intimate.]
I love you.
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[ Moran's a little more used to it having been on the planet longer. He doesn't feel as overwhelmed by the emotions so is able to properly savor each one that he feels from Albert, and spoil the man in having him be drowned in what he feels for him. ]
Me too. I love you. [ He leans back just a little, bringing his hand up. It's still covered in the man's cum. Albert would feel a spark of desire, of lust, of honest affection as he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean off some of the mess. ]
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He has Moran, and Moran will be by his side in all of this. They can rely on each other, honestly and truly.]
...I'll be counting on you.
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[ Moran lets out a small sigh as he does finally slip his spent cock free from Albert, already somewhat missing being connected to him there. ]
I get the feeling that you took care of me while I was a mess last night. [ He doesn't comment on the embarrassment that the man feels and instead talks on more intimate matters. ]
So, let me take care of you. [ Another kiss is pressed on the corner of Albert's mouth before he abruptly shifts how his arms are on the couch and wrap them around him instead. Up we go. He lifts him up as he stands and intends to take them both to the shower to clean. ]