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You belong to me

This stupid party had been a bad idea from the start. He'd had to dress up in some dumb tux and then try and mingle with a bunch of people where the only common ground was the military, politics and world issues and, of course, the popular one was the trouble with America, at least once they found out where Jet was from.

Luckily, none of them knew he'd had a hand in the conflict or even that he'd worked for the NSA, those records had been wiped courtesy of Frannie and Ivan, but they still felt like it was an okay issue to broach. Like there weren't a thousand others Jet would rather talk about.

But even the niceties and the repeated conversations he could get through with little more than a headache and annoyance, he was there to support Albert after all, he was only at this function because of his partner needing to be there and have a 'plus one.' No, the reason Jet was finding this night so incredibly hard to bear was the fact that, since her arrival only ten minutes after theirs, Albert's boss hadn't left his side. She was a constant presence with her hands on him as often as she could manage--true, always a hand on an arm or shoulder, but every graze of contact sent fire through Jet's veins.

It wasn't even just the touches, it was the way she looked at him, or the way she acted as though they were there together and the way she was constantly in his space like she owned it; if Jet weren't against hitting women, he'd have decked her an hour ago. Jet had been trying to catch his partner's eye all night, but it seemed there was always someone talking to one of them or it was that woman monopolizing the older man's time. Jet was pretty sure that if he could kill her with his eyes, she'd be dead a hundred times over.

Jet sat in a chair in a corner, watching as she linked her arm with his and laughed at something someone was saying. Distantly, a clock chimed nine times, marking their third hour there and Jet decided the niceties were over. There was fire in his blood and in his wake as he crossed the room and none-to-gently gripped his partner's unfettered arm. He turned a sharp smile on the bane of this night's existence and gave a very weak response along the lines of it being late and how nice it was to 'meet' her before jerking Albert along with him and towards the elevator that would take them to their room. He didn't pause or let go until the metal doors slid shut behind them.

He'd had enough.

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Albert knows his partner hates this sort of party. He'd rather have something with dancing and friends as opposed to stuffy bureaucrats and stiff military officers. At least there are drinks and some food, but it's mostly just hors d'oeuvres and wine. Still, the blond had consented to coming as his plus one and Albert was grateful for it no matter how often he kept being pulled away from Jet's side. Just having him there is a comfort.

He can't really get out of talking to his fellows. He's already a little more private than the rest and so all the other officers seem to have taken this function as an opportunity to catch up. He's shifted from one conversation to the next for quite some time, though his superior officer is a near constant presence. At first he's glad; they've always gotten on quite well, with her brusque manner that suits him just fine since they'd both rather be getting on with their jobs instead of wading through red tape when at work, but as the night wears on a friendly pat on the shoulder turns into a hand lingering at his arm, and then into her slipping her arm through his as if she's his date.

She's his boss, he can't exactly tell her off, but once it finally dawns on him that she is indeed flirting, whatever ease he'd felt about the evening evaporates. He keeps smiling but there's a frigidness to it that keeps any warmth from his eyes and he mostly just responds to questions with yes or no and pays more attention to his drink than anything, one he suddenly wishes was much stronger.

Thankfully, Jet appears moments later to whisk him away. Albert lets himself be tugged along, giving the requisite apologies that barely conceal his relief. As he follows Jet to the elevator, he can practically see the shining armor.

The doors close and Albert breathes a heavy sigh, leaning back against the elevator wall in a half-slump as he loosens his tie slightly. "Thank you."

Jet doesn't respond, not even a huff spawned from the churning jealousy inside his chest. He's too mad to respond. Albert might as well have not thanked him, his meaning going in one ear and out the other. As far as Jet was concerned, that woman had been flirting with Albert all night and not once had his partner told her off. It was like he was welcoming it.

After so many years together and all they'd been through even after His Voice, that hidden fear that Albert would one day leave the blond for a woman had quieted some, so he didn't think that was Albert's motivation for encouraging her; but the fact remained that--whether he meant to or not--he was encouraging her.

"You seemed cozy with that woman. Were you having fun letting her flirt with you? Was that why you just let her carry on like she owned you?"

He was fuming. If his anger could manifest itself outside of his heated tone and barbed words, fire would be lacing his skin and steam would replace his breath. That woman didn't own Albert. If anyone owned the German at all, it was Jet.

Maybe that was something Albert needed to be reminded of.

"What?" Jet's reaction seems totally out of left field for Albert. He'd thought the blond had been coming to his rescue, not dragging him off for punishment of something he had no control over. "She's my superior officer, I can't just tell her off, Jet. You should know that."

It's not as if he'd invited her to hang all over him, and as far as Albert's concerned he's not 'owned' by anyone. That's Black Ghost talk, and the implication gets Albert's hackles up. "What are you implying?"

"For flirting with you? Yeah, I think you could've. Or, at the very least, come up with a reason to find somewhere else to be. Maybe you should've reminded her you're already taken 'cause you weren't exactly trying very hard."

That heat was still there, unflinching in the face of his partner's growing ire. He moved closer to the German a hand placed on either side of that broader body.

"What I'm implying is that you should do a better job reminding people who you do belong to." He leaned in close, barely a breath away from his partner's lips. "You better not have forgotten, yourself."

That fire had burned it's way into his eyes where it found new kindling, causing it to burn even brighter with a possessive light.

Edited 2014-09-29 07:27 (UTC)

"She wasn't- I didn't realize-!" But Jet keeps talking over him and suddenly he's got his back against the wall and Jet's looming, eyes smoldering with jealousy.

And Albert finds that it sends a thrill through him to be so cornered.

Jet's lips are bare centimeters from his own as he growls out his possession and all thoughts of argument go out of his head. All he can focus on is Jet's velvet threats, devoid of any real danger but conveying that his partner had really been hurt by the events at the party, that he expects recompense for his treatment.

"Maybe." Albert licks his lips, heat already rising in him as he meets Jet's eyes, a playful smirk dancing across his face even with Jet practically pinning him to the wall. "Maybe I need a reminder."

The elevator dings and the doors open to a couple who seemed very flustered and confused by the display they'd stumbled across, but Jet ignored them. As soon as the doors were open, he was past them and forcing Albert along by the grip Jet had on his arm.

He didn't let go of his partner until they were outside their door and only then to turn him so Jet could slam his back against the door and assault Albert's lips with his own. His tongue immediately delved into Albert's mouth, claiming it as Jet's own as it slid around every nook and cranny.

If it wasn't such a hassle opening the door, he'd just do this in there, but he also didn't want to just yet. Part of him wanted to the whole world to see their display and know that Albert belonged to Jet.

The hotel room door rattles in its frame as Jet shoves Albert against it and takes full control. His tongue is almost serpentine in the way that it coils in Albert's mouth, sliding against his own. The German squirms in Jet's grip, flushed with both the embarrassment at being caught and the overbearing decisiveness with which Jet claims him. There is no room for argument or reproach; the blond has something in mind and he won't stop until he's gotten it. Which in and of itself is a thrill.

He kisses back with sudden ferocity, one hand fumbling for their room key in his pocket while the other clasps Jet's bicep as if it will keep him steady. The assault has him reeling and off balance and he wants so much more, but he can't remove a stitch without first being away from prying eyes.

Jet's hand found the room key and stole it, holding onto it for just a moment lest Albert get the door open and ruin Jet's plans.

He pulls away as though surfacing for air before delving in to claim Albert's mouth more, this time with the added stimulation of a knee pressed between Albert's legs. It was a lewd display for somewhere so public, but there wasn't anyone in the hall and Jet didn't much care.

But as soon as he could tell the friction was getting to his partner, he opened the door and let them spill inside. The door slammed shut behind them and the key dropped to the ground. The next thing to hit the ground was Albert's tie as the blond worked to open the first few buttons on his shirt. His arms circled around Albert, trapping him to Jet as Jet's lips honed in on their target and teeth attacked Albert's neck, intending to mark flesh and drive his partner crazy.

Plans to quickly get out of the hall foiled, Albert gives a plaintive noise when Jet pulls away, about to argue that he can't be seen like this when all the top brass of the entire German military complex are here and could walk by, but any words that seek escape are stifled with Jet's mouth coming in again. The knee pressing up and grinding slowly too has Albert moaning instead, clutching at Jet for balance and relief.

The door opens suddenly and he reels back, still in lip lock but stumbling a few gawky steps into the privacy of their room. As soon as the door falls shut with a heavy thud, Albert responds more readily. His tongue wars with Jet's for dominance, fingers getting in the way as they seek out Jet's tie and buttons in turn, though with far less accuracy when Jet's mouth goes from his lips to his neck and pulls a heady moan from the German who's forced to stop his hands as the embrace limits his movement.

"Jet-..." Albert pants, breath straining as much as his clothing as it comes off much too slowly for his liking.

The reactions he gets are exactly what he wants and it pulls a devilish smile from him. Albert's actions, however, are not favorable. He has a plan, at least up to a point and he intended to follow it through. Albert asked for a reminder, Jet intended to remind him so thoroughly that he was left a quivering mess on the mattress, thoroughly marked and without a shred of doubt who held his heart.

Jet sucked hard on Albert's neck and hoped the resulting hickey was a deep red that would take a long time to heal. He used this tactic to melt Albert's knees and get the chance to put the older man where he wanted him.

Jet manhandled his partner into facing the mirror hung on the wall, pinned there with Jet's taller form and forcing Albert to have to brace himself on either side of it or be forced with a face-full of mirror. Long fingers worked at the German's button and zipper and were soon shoving the layers down around Albert's knees. His own pants were next, though he only undid them as far as he needed, pulling himself out and pressing the already obscenely hard length against his partner's ass.

One arm hiked Albert's shirt up a bit to afford a better view of the German's erection in the mirror and wrapped around Albert's chest to keep him close. His free hand went to his mouth where he sucked and licked at two of his own fingers until they were slick, then pressed them both into his German's body gently, but a little faster than perhaps he should have.

Jet pumped them in and out and stretched him until he felt he was prepared enough for it to only leave him sore in the aftermath. His fingers retreating were the only warning before Jet replaced them and pushed in at a gentle but steady rate. That arm around Albert's chest tightened and his free hand tightly gripped the older man's hip as he buried himself fully into his partner's body. The entire time, Jet's chin was on Albert's shoulder, watching the view of Albert's body in the mirror and the movement of Jet's own body behind him.

This wasn't going to be where they stayed, but Jet intended to enjoy the show while it lasted...and he intended for Albert to enjoy it too.

The mark on his neck Albert nearly protests to. He's about to, the words are on his tongue, but then Jet's turning him around and forcing his arms on either side of the full-length mirror, letting his pants drop as far as they'll go with his legs spread as they are. There's something thrilling about being roughed into a position akin to a police search, spread and vulnerable to his partner's whims.

Long fingers move Albert's shirt out of the way, revealing sculpted form and glints of metal, but also his quivering girth, already slightly slick and ready simply from such course handling. But there's nothing he can do about his want there, instead feeling Jet's fingers push into him, spreading and generating enough friction to feel amazing in their own right, if not fulfilling. Albert closes his eyes to focus on the sensation, groaning from the back of his throat and tilting his head back while fingers curl into fists against the wall. He doesn't want to look at himself, no matter how heady a view of his naked need for his partner. There's too much else there, too much of the part of himself that makes him uncomfortable, all synthetic and unnatural.

Those fingers are removed as quickly as they'd been presented and instead he's being spread and shoved and that groan he'd given before turns to a wanton moan and gasp, punctuation to the quivering of his body as it accepts Jet's welcome invasion, the taller man's hips soon warm against Albert's ass and even that feeling has Albert panting and wanting to ask for more, his straining erection bobbing just a little in the mirror's reflection as he moves even a tiny bit, just enough to urge his lover onward without words.

The tight warmth surrounding him made his eyes close in pleasure and he just stood there, enjoying the sensation a moment...especially since he could feel his partner's small movements trying to urge him on. He'd go at the pace he wanted and no faster or slower.

Albert's back held firmly to his chest, Jet pulled his hips back and jerked them forward, keeping his movements deep and slow for the moment. Blue eyes traced his partner's form in the mirror and the way his body jolted and moved with each of Jet's own movements. But then his eyes found Albert's face and sadness at the fact he knew why Albert wasn't looking at himself rushed him...and outwardly took the form of irritation.

His hand on the older man's hip tightened almost painfully and he thrust hard into the German and stopped there, hips-to-ass. His fingers curled into Albert's shirt as he turned his face to speak into his partner's ear, voice low but a quiet seriousness laced his tone.

"If you don't open your eyes and look in the mirror, then I'm going to leave you like this, hungry for me to fuck you and no release in sight."

Edited 2014-10-06 23:32 (UTC)

A pained expression crosses Albert's face at Jet's demand, but the look is fleeting and the older cyborg cracks his eyes open lest he be left unsatisfied. There's something gloriously dirty about the course language and being ordered around as if there's a hint of threat if he disobeys. It makes his stomach clench at seeing himself on display like this, but there's something so naughty in that too, and something powerful. Jet has him on display because he sees nothing wrong, only what he likes, what he desires, and that thought eases some of his tension and lets a shiver ride up his spine as Jet adjusts his grip.

"Alright," he says it thickly, swallowing and wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, watching for the taller man's reaction in the mirror. "I'm watching."

Watching and practically dripping with tightly reigned excitement. Even the brush of his tie hanging limply against the synthetic flesh of his chest is getting him all hot and bothered, let along his partner buried to the hilt in his ass, ready to use him hard. Albert isn't usually one to enjoy catching, but if Jet keeps this sort of behavior up that may well change in the future. He could get used to feeling so tenaciously wanted.

Jet's lips brush Albert's ear as he stares at him in the mirror, drinking in the sight of the German watching his own reflection. "Good." It's a whisper thick with lust and harsh for the possessiveness bleeding from the taller man.

That hand on Albert's hip tightened and Jet pulled out half way before slamming back in again, a slow but rough pace to start. He wanted to see the look on his lover's face first. He watched as Albert's body jolted with each shove Jet gave. Overwhelming desire and a need to claim filled him as he watched himself taking his partner. He slowed his pace even more to shallow smacks of hips to ass to accommodate his teeth latching onto the back of Albert's shoulder that he exposed by ripping the shirt clean off. Now it was just in the way, although the tie was allowed to remain.

The bite turned into a harsh suck as Jet marked Albert again. Two hickies and plenty of sex bruises was exactly what he was aiming for. As soon as his mark was made, he kisses it and looked in the mirror again, his eyes finding Albert's.

And then he took him harder than before. Both hands wrapped tightly around his hips for purchase, the sound of skin striking skin filled the room as Jet plowed deep into his partner with incredibly fast and shallow thrusts. It was a brisk pace, promising to plow pleasure throughout the German's body, but it was smooth to make this last longer.

He wasn't nearly done with his partner.

Feeling the hickey form on his shoulder, Albert grunts in a way just this side of a moan. He can feel his naked cock move with each thrust that Jet shoves into him, punctuated with the slap of skin. Hell, he can see it all happening. Jet's pale fingers digging into his hips where his last bit of honest flesh covers metal bone, Jet's movements making him shudder, making the tie swing back and forth and his so very stiff erection bob with the force. He can see himself swallow and moan, unable to hold it back when he's on display like this, so vulnerable and embarrassingly hot, blushing from the back of his shoulders and neck all the way across his throat and up his face to even dust the tops of his ears.

He wants to participate, but it's all he can do to hold himself up instead of being shoved into the mirror. He supposes he could to that with one hand, but the other wouldn't be able to reach anything of Jet's. But maybe he doesn't have to...

Albert's rarely been able to finish just from penetration - as amazing as it feels when Jet is using him so roughly and forcing him to watch. Gott he loves when his partner is creative - but with them both being able to see the entirety of Albert's naked body reflected back in detail, maybe he can retaliate in one small way. Or maybe Jet would stop and leave him unfulfilled, whimpering and begging for more. Strangely, there's some appeal in that as well. But he still decides to ask.

"Jet..." He's amazed at how thick and throaty his own voice sounds, how labored his breathing. He's already so worked up, aching for release. "Jet, let me touch myself for you to watch."

He gasps softly at a deeper thrust among the shallow rapid-fire of Jet's pace. "Bitte, Spätzchen."

Edited 2014-10-12 21:02 (UTC)

The request is unexpected and makes Jet groan, face buried momentarily in Albert's shoulder at the thought. Damn this man. He gave a few hard, deep and slow thrusts in response, almost as though he wasn't going to answer, but he does with a low voice and labored breathing, that possessive edge still lining his lust.

"Yes. Do it. Slowly."

He gave permission, but that didn't mean he was going to make it easy. He kept his movements shallow and slow until Albert's hand was wrapped around himself, that was the green light to change pace and force again. He jerked his hips so he was pulling half out before crashing back into his partner's body harshly and deeply. It was a steady and rough pace with the added distraction of Jet shifting to change his angle so he could feel himself smashing into the German's body, tip pressing hard against the barriers around it. He wanted to hear Albert moan so loud he'd worry about anyone hearing him in the rooms around them and out into the hall...while also enjoying being fucked too much to care.

"...you like it when I fuck you, don't you? You like it when I claim you as mine." Color painted his face, but he didn't hesitate or take it back.

Gingerly, Albert wraps his hand around his own cock, always so careful because of his metallic hands but Jet's sudden roughness of pace as him groaning helplessly and pumping at the same speed. The coldness of his hand does little to mitigate the heat coming from him; on the contrary, he seems to only grow harder, near painfully so as Jet growls filthy words in his ear.

He doesn't know why, but it puts a shiver down his spine and makes him shift, bending his knees just a little more, letting Jet have the full run of him. He can feel the head of Jet's cock bashing inside him, pushing jolts up his back and forcing moans and pants as he tries desperately to keep himself upright with just one hand against the wall, the other working almost furiously on his cock, Jet's weight pushing him into his own hand.

"Yes... scheisse, Jet, yes."

Jet groaned in response to Albert's panted words, thoroughly enjoying the fact he was reducing his partner to fractured non-sentences. It only encouraged him. He kept up his pounding pace for longer than he'd intended. In fact, this whole position wasn't supposed to be where they stayed...but watching Albert pump himself vigorously as Jet screwed his brains out in front of the mirror...it was intoxicating and any plans to move to the bed were lost. He'd just take Albert here and force the German to strain himself with the effort, it would cause aches later that would remind his partner of this moment and that was good enough for the blond.

After all, the whole thing that had started this was the feeling he needed to remind Albert he had someone to call his own, someone who's eyes were only for the older man and that that someone expected the same in return.

He ran his tongue across one of the deep purple bite marks and dug his nails into Albert's skin. "Good." He was starting to approach that edge, but he wanted to make Albert cum first. He could feel the reaction his partner had to what Jet had said and it had been a good one...maybe if he...

One hand moved so his nails weren't biting skin, but the pressure of his grip doubled as his other hand scrambled up to cross that broad chest and grip Albert's shoulder, pinning him back against the blond. His thrusts turned slower and even as he found an angle that got the most spasms out of his partner and stuck to it, but they were deep and rough for the force behind them.

"Tell me...who you belong to, Al."

Jet's tongue makes Albert shudder with a soft moan, the bites turning to tender bruises and the pressure a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. A cry escapes him, this one sharp and pleasingly helpless as Jet pulls him back, shoving into him at such an angle to make his knees weak were the mechanisms capable of such a thing. He still feels like they are.

He's pulled to his full height by Jet's grip, completely exposed for the mirror with little rivulets of swear sticking his hair to his brow. His hand, at first dry, is now moist with evidence of his arousal. Not enough to lower his desire, but enough to heighten it, to make him feel as if he's fit to burst. And Jet still growls possession in his ear, demands he speak his owner, his master's name.

"Jet. I be-" He shivers, unable to control himself, putty in Jet's hands. "I belong to you. I'm yours to do with whatever you want."

Anything. Anything Jet's heart desires, Albert will fulfill.

Jet's thrusts turn sharp for a moment as he bites back a moan of his own from just hearing the words, then he's right back to his pounding rhythm.

His hand finally leaves Albert's abused hip and wraps around the top of Albert's length as the German's hand moves down, allowing Jet to rub the tip with his thumb. Breathing ragged, he leans in to run his teeth along Albert's ear, a whisper that was nearly a growl passed like a secret to his partner.

"I want you to cum for me. Let go and I'll cum inside you."

Sharp thrusts rip a cry from Albert's throat, completely unbridled despite Albert rarely letting himself go so far as to be conspicuous. He's usually so quiet, relegated to grunts and soft moans, but this is different. Afire with passion and wavering for the shudders that roll through the shorter man's frame, a particularly long one accompanying Jet's hand on his head, white eyes unable to keep from watching a small drop of fluid trailing from his partner's thumb as he moves it so carefully.

He growls and Albert growls low in return, wordless and primal through his heavy panting and flush-hot skin. He can feel every inch of Jet inside him, pulling and pushing, claiming him thoroughly and leaving him helpless to fight it even if he wanted to. He definitely doesn't, not even for the purpose of making it last longer. His mind's a foggy haze of pleasure at this point and he is as he said; Jet's to do with whatever he wants.

Another shudder wracks his broad frame and he can't hold on any longer. Hands clutching Jet's arms roughly just to have some purchase, he rides his partner's thrust forward into long fingers and can no longer keep any hold on himself. With an impassioned cry, Albert loses his last shred of control and lets blissful release wash over him with a long moan.

Albert produces a symphony of sounds that is music to Jet's ears; it's exactly what he wants to hear and Albert clinging to him as Jet continues to screw him is exactly what he wants to feel just before his partner's body tightens around him and he releases into Jet's hand.

Jet continues the movements of his hand until he's pulled every last drop from the older man. Hand still sticky, he moves it back to Albert's hip and pulls his other arm down to wrap that hand back around Albert's other hip. He needed the grip.

Albert's muscles were loosening, but he was still tight enough around Jet to give drive stars into his eyes as he picked his pace up again. Hips smacked into ass has he drove into his husband with wild abandon, not intending to stop until he'd finished.

It didn't take too much longer for that pressure to build and finally release deep inside the older man as his name was ripped from Jet's lips in a loud cry he couldn't feel embarrassed for even if he wanted to.

A few more, smaller, thrusts and Jet pulled out entirely, turning the German to fold him into Jet's long arms even as he still fought to catch his breath.

There's hardly enough time for Albert to catch his breath before Jet is driving into him again hard, shoving the German forward with his eagerness and forcing Albert to catch himself on he wall around the mirror again with shaking arms.

He nearly collapses when Jet finishes, exhausted and sweaty and feeling the beginnings of soreness already but beyond satisfied as Jet folds his arms around him and they sink to the floor together in a panting, sticky tangle. He stays silent for a long moment, trying to find air in his lungs and pressing his cheek against the blond's in noiseless affection until his voice finally had enough air behind it to pass words.

"We should clean up. You made a mess." There's a soft warmth behind his words despite the gentle ribbing.

"Just leave a bigger tip for the maids, I'm sure it's not the worst they've had to clean up."

His voice contained his tiredness, but it also held how pleased he was with their current state. Although, being a little cleaner wouldn't be horrible. He distantly appreciated that they hadn't moved to the bed like he'd first intended, it would mean they'd have somewhere clean to fold into each other...after getting clean themselves.

So as cozy as the ground was becoming, Jet stood and pulled Albert up with him, stealing a single kiss before leading them both into the bathroom.

"C'mon, I'll clean up the mess I made on you at least."

He turned the water on and made sure it was the right temperature before turning on the spray and turning to work on removing the rest of their clothes. All but Albert's tie now on the floor, Jet grabbed the poor silk and wound it around his hand so he could pull his partner in close to him.

"Before I let you clean up, I wanna know you learned your lesson."

Whatever half-hearted threat had been in his voice during the act had all but fallen away after it, but he still pressed in close and used his height to his advantage to try and make an impression. Though he'd thoroughly claimed what was his as was evidenced by the blossoming bruises and marks left on Albert, there was still a part of him that wanted to hear it again anyway; one more time before they carried on with the rest of their evening.

"It's a five star-" he starts to argue then just abruptly stops, not having the energy to care about the hotel staff overmuch. He'll probably leave an exorbitant tip out of embarrassment later, but now he's more concerned with his partner pulling him to his feet and helping him stumble to the bathroom.

He's weak in the knees. He didn't even know he could still get weak in the knees and that alone makes his stomach flutter, but Jet's pulling him close - by the tie no less - and Albert has to wonder if he's really all that spent or if he could go for a round two in not too long. For now, nothing sounds sweeter than the hot water on the bruises and love marks Jet had branded him with, not so he can wash them away but so he can feel their presence as a sharp reminder and not just a dull ache.

"I'm yours, Spätzchen. Every inch, inside and out, body and soul." He pulls Jet in those last few centimeters, arms around his waist and shoulders as he murmurs gently into his husband's neck. "I'll never stray. How could I? When I've already found completion with you."

It was what he wanted to hear...in fact, it was more than what he wanted to hear and his face burned bright red upon hearing the words. True, he'd just said enough crap to make a sailor blush, but this was different; it wasn't impassioned words during sex, it was honest affection and even adoration Jet still had a hard time knowing what to do with when faced with it even now.

His grip tightened on the scarf and his eyes darted down then quickly back up to look at the shower instead to try and save face. "Good. Now get in the goddamn shower, you sap."

It was a little harsher than he meant, making him panic briefly that his husband might think he was mad. Jet's hand came up to cup Albert's cheek as he released the tie and the blond leaned in to offer the first gentle kiss he'd given all night. It was sweet and chaste and affectionate and hopefully held the message Jet wanted to send: Albert's words were exactly what he needed to hear, in fact, he felt the same.

Whatever prompted Jet to think he'd been too harsh is lost on Albert, having only seen the signs of his words flustering his partner as they always do. The chaste kiss is proof enough that they're on the same wavelength, that everything Albert can somehow find the words for and Jet rarely can is shared and never one-sided.

"Only if you come with me." He whispers it against Jet's lips, still spent and in no shape for a round two just yet, but even a shower door between himself and his love is too much in this moment. It's not like Albert to be clingy but in this case, where he knows Jet had felt wrong, he wants to banish any doubt that still lingers even after their impassioned performance.

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