[ 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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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.