[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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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. ]