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[Closed] And I'll be your goal

Who | Jet and Albert
What | Talking. Fluff. The usual.
Where | D2
When | Backdated to before the crowning, after Jet wakes up in his room.
Warnings/Notes | Usual post-arena talk stuff. Now a warning for smut. Tread lightly.

He was slow to wake as his mind drifted through fuzzy nothingness, seeming to lose everything that should be in it even as he grasped for some train of thought. A moment went by, then another until something finally pierced his awareness and let in a trickle of emotion: Albert's scent. The blond was clearly in his room on the second floor, but his partner's scent lingered here and there, just enough to bring Jet a shell of comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

He sat up slowly, eyes falling on the ring still on his finger before catching his head in his hands.

He'd been trying to protect Felicity even though he knew she was a goner, even though he knew he was a goner the minute his eyes landed on that monstrous thing. It had torn him apart and if he thought about it, he could still remember in stark detail what that had felt like. Even before all that, though, there'd been those men and that kid and Natalie and Hilda and that scream Natalie had made. And watching as Albert fell over that cliff and the feeling that had ripped out Jet's stomach when his engines only sparked and his fiance vanished out of sight without the American there to catch him.

That cold despondency that had threatened to eat him alive towards the end of the arena trickled into his chest as he thought over just how bad the whole thing had been. And that had only been their second arena. That thought alone was enough to choke him.

Eyes clenched shut, Jet fought to push it all away and rebuild those supports he needed in place to keep himself up, after all if he didn't keep himself up, who would be there to make sure Albert did too?

An eternity later, he stood and made for the door leading to the common room. Hopefully Albert wasn't too far, Jet needed to find him before he could think or do anything else and make sure that smell was from a recent presence and not a remnant from Jet's memories.

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Albert's much closer than Jet might think; even before Jet's return the German had been sleeping nights in the room in District 2 instead of in his own depressing suite, and ever since Jet's death aired - gruesome enough that he'd had to turn off the television and be ill - Albert had rarely left D2. The Avoxes had shooed him out of the bedroom that evening, presumably to bring Jet in, and he was warned away in gesture not to enter until Jet awoke himself. Without anything to occupy himself while waiting and fretting, Albert puttered around the kitchen and made his fiance a cup of hot cocoa. It may be a weak way of coping, but at least it's warm and calming and might help at least a little (or he's kidding himself and Jet may come back broken after what Kevin did. God, he'll never stop having nightmares about that...) It wouldn't hurt just to leave the hot chocolate by his bedside, would it? He can just tiptoe in and...

So lost in his worry over Jet's mental state when he awakes is Albert that he doesn't actually notice the door swinging open towards him until its too late and the cocoa's already soaking into his white t-shirt, the mug falling soundlessly to the carpet and Albert's hands flying to his nose, another poor casualty of the door.

He'd been thinking of what he'd do if he couldn't find Albert immediately, where he'd look, who he'd ask, et cetera, when he threw the door open and felt it connect with the solid form of another person.

"Jesus! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying atten--Albert!"

He felt both a little more guilt and also a surge of relief and happiness upon seeing his accidental door-target was the very man he'd set out to search for.

Somewhere in his head, he registered the mug and the brown liquid that was now covering his fiance's chest, but it didn't stop him from pulling Albert into a near-crushing hug even as the hot chocolate soaked through Jet's pajama shirt as well. Who cared? His partner had indeed been brought back safe and whole and that made everything else bearable.

"I was about to look for you. I was afraid that maybe..." He pulled back again planted a short but firm kiss on his partner.

There were so many things wanting to spill out of his mouth: an apology for not catching the German, an apology for deciding it wasn't worth trying to win after Albert had died, asking if Albert were okay, asking about what had been going on--but he didn't let any of it come out. Not yet, anyway.

Instead he broke the kiss and found the angry red patches of skin on the older man's nose and forehead with his eyes and offered a lopsided smile. "At least your face is fine. In fact...I think it might be an improvement."

"Maybe I should ask if they can throw you back in." Sodden and face throbbing, Albert can't help but return the kiss and offer a grin of his own, the smile an enormous tell that he's not actually angry in the slightest, just relieved that his fiance is back safe. More or less.

Albert runs one hand along the side of Jet's face, searching to make sure that no irreversible harm has been done. This arena was particularly harrowing and he can't help but worry that it's left its mark. He saw Jet afterward, shuffling on as if in a daze until he'd found Felicity. And then Kevin...

It pulls an involuntary shudder from the German and he kisses Jet again to cover it. "Let's go back inside. I want to talk, and get out of this shirt."

Jet scoffed as though offended by what Albert said, though he clearly wasn't really.

The hand on his cheek gets caught by one of Jet's who laces their fingers together as he turns his face to briefly kiss Albert's hand. Despite the state he'd been in when he'd died, Jet was just the way he'd been when he'd set foot in that first arena and the same way he'd been when he'd awoken before, the only scars left on his body being the ones he'd received on Mocawa.

The blond led them back into their room and shut the door so they could change; Albert into a clean shirt and Jet into proper street clothes.

"Are you okay?" It was asked sincerely and not just for the door in Albert's face, but for everything. Whenever Jet was away from the German too long, he worried about his partner and what state he might be in when Jet found him again.

The answer comes a little late, after the door is closed and Albert's gotten his shirt off to throw in Jet's hamper, leaving him naked from the waist up save for a small silver necklace. He'll have to rummage for something around here to wear since Jet isn't exactly his size; all the blond's shirts are too small and too long.

"I'm fine," he finally says, digging through Jet's closet and coming up with strange things like coveralls and leather aprons with completely out of place and ostentatious ornamentation. And that's not even the worst. The rest of the closet, save for one or two toned down outfits of a more military cut, are decked in red and gold feathers. He pulls one feathered cloak out just to look, eyeing how the placement of the gold on blood red mimics their uniforms of old. It's eerie and he puts it back.

"I'm more worried about you after what happened. They aired it." He looks over, stopping his search for the moment. He knows Jet almost gave up. The signs are clear to someone who's felt that way so many times. "I'm proud of you for what you did for Fee. I want you to know that."

The first part he didn't really know what to say to. Of course they aired it, they aired everything that happened in that damn arena it felt like. The memories of trying to protect Fee sprung up unbidden and sent a small shiver through him. He didn't really know how o talk about it and completely glossing over it would be an obvious lie.

That second part he didn't know how to respond to for a completely different reason. He was jostled from his thoughts of what to say with Albert's admission and Jet looked up at him in surprise. He didn't--couldn't--mention how close he'd gotten to giving up and maybe Albert already knew, but he let the knowledge that Albert was proud of him sweep away the rest.

"Thanks. And for the record, I'm fine." Not good, maybe not even fine but close enough. He was alive, Fee was alive and Albert was alive and that was all he could ask for right now. That meant he was fine.

Well, maybe there was one more thing he could ask for: Albert not finding a replacement shirt.

His partner looked good standing there bear-chested, hair a little disheveled and wearing a necklace (Jet's necklace, he noticed). Jet even caught himself staring a beat or two longer than necessary.

Maybe it was the fact he'd just woken up and felt rested, maybe it was the fact they hadn't been intimate in a while and maybe there was a part of him actively choosing to think about Albert's body against his instead of the more recent memories lingering in his mind.

Whatever it was, it had him closing the distance between them, his lips falling on his partner's as his hands found skin and traced along it.

"You're wearing my necklace."

Any doubts about Jet being fine that Albert was going to voice get put by the wayside with Jet drifting into his arms. The kiss is good and assuages his concern a little. It's not desperate or clinging, just simple and it calms Albert in a way he didn't think he'd manage for a little while.

The necklace Albert twists between his fingers lightly at Jet's mention, smiling ruefully as the tiny silver plane's propeller spins around. "You left it out. I didn't want it to get lost."

More like it had been a little totem for Albert since he'd been back, a confirmation that despite everything horrible going on with District 3, with the arena, with any of it, he still has something - someone - worth holding onto. The ring was that too, of course, but something about the pendant being an actual little Jet - his partner's namesake - kept him even closer despite the absence.

"It looks good on you."

He'd left it behind since he was only allowed one small thing in the arena and his first choice was of course going to be the ring. He'd fully intended to put it back on once he'd come back, but seeing it resting against his partner's chest made him want it to stay there. It was about the same as putting a collar on his fiance and leaving a tag on it that said 'belongs to Jet.' It was petty and possessive, but that didn't stop him from liking it.

He pulled away a moment to yank his own dirty shirt over his head and dropped it with Albert's before returning to tracing long fingers along the German's sides and back.

With his lips lacking words to form, he put them to work on Albert's cheek; running kisses down to his neck and back up to the older man's lips where they stopped.

"Mmm. Then maybe I'll keep it." He all but shivers the words into Jet's hair as the blond presses kiss after kiss into his sensitive neck, Albert's own hands beginning to map and trace now that the pesky shirt is out of the way.

Frankly, he likes being branded, likes that sense of belonging that goes with willingly submitting to to his partner's desires because those and his are one in the same, and it makes him happy to make Jet happy. And right now being close in any way at all will make them both very happy.

To that end, Albert kisses back when Jet reclaims his lips, gently guiding the both of them to the bed and slowly leaning the blond back against the mattress, the German's knees perched on either side of the American's hips and his body propped over his partner just far enough that he can get a good look at Jet, the necklace still dangling down between them and nearly brushing Jet's chest as Albert's fingers trace the other man's lips lightly.

Jet willingly followed where he was directed and laid back as Albert settled over him. He liked when Albert paused and hovered like that, it gave him plenty of time to get a good look at his partner. Of course, it also made him a little self-conscious because he knew the reason why Albert was pausing at all was to do the same to him, but he pushed it aside in favor of admiring the way the German's muscles moved under his skin and how the light caught the little silver plane and stood out proudly against the backdrop of Albert's broad chest.

The entire sight was incredibly hot and made Jet shift to lightly rub his hips against the insides of his partner's legs. He wanted Albert more than anything else in the world right now and it was there in his eyes and face. One hand reached up to curl around the back of the German's head and pulled him down a bit as Jet leaned up so he could kiss him and show just how much he needed Albert, only breaking away when air was needed.

"Definitely keep it. Then...everyone'll know you're mine."

He said it without irony, eyes locked on Albert's face as his fingers continued to play in the older man's hair. Possessiveness might have driven them a little crazy in the arena, but it was hardly a new feeling for Jet. He'd always had it, every time a girl let her eyes linger too long on Albert or stood too close or spoke too softly, that edge of possessiveness would creep in.

Maybe it was a messed up on some level, but Albert was the best thing to ever happen to him, he didn't fault himself for feeling like that. His only saving grace was that he was pretty sure Albert didn't fault him for that either.

The movement of Jet's hips has Albert's temperature rising rapidly but the words that come out of the blond's mouth make the German stop short and color rise on his face. To have Jet say it like that, so brazenly and unashamed, sends a thrill through Albert that has his mouth on Jet's as if he needs the kiss more than air.

He loves Jet, he probably has since before he ever realized it and ever since he's always held it as a simple truth that much of him is so defined by his partner. His will to live, his will to keep trying, all uplifted by the man beneath him. Yet sometimes it escapes him that Jet loves him back just as fiercely if not more. Jet was the one to say something first, the one to instigate first. In fact Jet had done all the firsts to the point of Albert wondering how he'd gotten away with proposing first.

"Always yours. I'm sure the world knows," he breathes against Jet's lips, resting himself bodily against his partner so he can curl one hand at the back of the taller man's neck and hold him close with the other around his waist. "I want you to know, too."

Another kiss, this time gentle and slow, overflowing with every ounce of affection Albert believes Jet deserves.

It turns out that's quite a lot.

Jet kisses back every time those lips find his and the last one has him heating up with something else. The desire was definitely still there, but this was adoration.

Albert's arms were around him like he was cradling the blond to him and the passion in his kiss had Jet breathless. He wrapped an arm across his partner's back while his other hand settled on Albert's shoulder.

He was about to respond when Albert's words from the arena drifted back through his head. What could he do to prove to Jet that he wanted him? Only him. How Jet wasn't in his way, Jet was his way. How Albert would choose Jet over Hilda, even if the woman showed up tomorrow. How Albert had waited to marry him for seventy years.

Maybe Jet wasn't enough for Albert or maybe he was, but right this second, right now the fact remained he was enough for his partner, enough to keep him going and keep him happy, enough to make the German want to seal their relationship with marriage, something Jet knew was a huge deal to Albert. For the German, there wasn't getting any more loyal or dedicated than that.

Jet kissed his partner intensely, threading their tongues together as Jet pulled him as tightly against him as he could, hand gripping the shoulder beneath it gently. When he finally pulled away, it was far enough that he could find those silver eyes. He needed Albert to understand what he meant.

"I do. I do know it. Sorry I'm thick sometimes."

"It's alright." Albert's fingers thread through the hair at the back of Jet's neck. "I'll remind you. I'll have the rest of our lives to remind you."

It's meant to be romantic, an allusion to their impending nuptials, but all that pops into Albert's head as he says it is what he saw on tv and how the rest of their lives could be so very short.

Now it's his turn to hold Jet crushingly close, to twine their tongues and bodies together and let his fingers roam over familiar skin to sensitive places. Even so, he's so very gentle that it's obviously intentional. Not born of fear of hurting Jet as it has been so many times in their past, but this time instead it's out of a desire to make Jet feel safe, to keep him safe and whole and let him know how much he cares for him.

The way Albert's both all encompassing and gentle with his touches has Jet shivering and gasping lightly. He sucks on Albert's lower lip before kissing him lightly. One leg raised slowly, brushing against Albert's thigh and higher.

He kissed along the German's jawline and up to his ear, the fingers on his partner's back gliding along his spine.

"Make love to me." It was just shy of a demand with how gentle his tone was, but there was lust there too. Color dusted his cheeks, but he didn't let his own embarrassment at the blunt request stop him from making it.

"I'll do that for the rest of our lives too," he whispers just as gently then presses his lips against Jet's with a feather's pressure that deepens so slowly. His hands caress and pet, covering every inch in gentle touches, tracing where the blond's panels used to be and the points where shivers will bloom if he brushes them just so, mirroring the little quakes Jet causes with his hands on Albert's spine.

He's in no hurry, instead wanting to kiss and touch until they're both drunk on it before going any further. They have all night and he means to take his time.

Jet forced himself to match Albert's speed, as slow as it was. He wanted to make it last as well; luckily, he was getting better at the 'go slow' thing.

His returned kisses are firm but gentle and slow, only pulling away to occasionally breathe and to shift slightly so he and his partner never stopped fitting together like they were supposed to.

It was his hands and fingers that did most of the work, lightly darting across sensitive skin just to touch but also to illicit those same tremors that the German was spreading through his body. The more Albert touched him, the more sensitive he got, so that every time the German touched him it felt like electricity jumped from the older man's hands and across his skin.

There was even a time or two where Albert brushed some part of him just lightly enough that Jet's fingers momentarily clenched as sparks went up his spine. Every time this happened, he'd quickly make up for the lack of gentleness with an even deeper kiss.

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The tremors that roll through his partner at the movement of Albert's hands over flesh has him smirking with an air of satisfaction. The sudden bursts of tightness too bring a smile to his face, knowing that he causes those reactions in Jet, that he can still make the blond writhe involuntarily with the lightest touch.

He wonders just how much more squirming he'd witness with his tongue instead now that Jet is this worked up. Best to experiment.

It starts slow, the theme of the evening, with a loving kiss that turns to peppered pecks on Jet's neck, each one just a bit longer than the last until Albert's lips and teeth brush against his partner's collarbone, Albert's hands bracing and aiding his pursuit by plating firmly on Jet's hips.

The switch from touches to kisses leaves him with lightly ragged breath as it catches now and then in his throat, but it's the lips and teeth on his skin that wrenches a gasp from him and has the blond's spine bowing off the bed slightly. It was exquisite torture and Jet was torn between begging for more and letting Albert do what he wanted to him just to see what his partner would do.

The older man's name escaped in a light puff of air from the younger man's parted lips as his hands sought broad shoulders before one slipped down to clasp over one of the hands on his hips.

That hand never moves other than to brush thumb over the curve of Jet's hip, but Albert's lips more than make up for it. He kisses by degrees, sometimes so feather light they can barely be felt and others so hard they'll leave bright marks just from the pressure alone.

He has to pause to remove Jet's pants, but this too he joins into his progress, placing kisses after every step of button and zipper and sliding fabric down those long and supple legs he loves so much. He breathes over Jet's underclothes but doesn't do much more there yet despite the obvious strain. He prefers to build on that tension for awhile longer, nuzzling thighs and leaving little kisses in the soft flesh.

Under Albert's attentions, Jet is a shivering, panting, mess on the blankets in no time. Every square inch of him feels sensitive so that even that thumb idly tracing skin causes electricity up his spine.

The warmth of Albert's breath is torturous and while Jet tries valiantly not to beg for more, he can't stop the sound--it could even be called a whimper--of desperate need that escapes him as he writhes a bit under those kisses.

They were supposed to be going slow, Jet needed to keep his patience, but it was nearing impossible with how quickly Albert was working him up.

Long fingers clutched at the German's shoulder and swum in Silver hair as his partner's name escaped a low, reverent, whisper that Jet barely noticed leave his lips.

At the prayer of his name said in the hush of the room, Albert presses his lips to the fabric of Jet's boxers, kissing at the seam over the straining bulge he's caused with his actions. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls them down as he moves himself up until finally lips and tongue meet naked flesh, Albert reveling in Jet's shivers and whines as Albert's tongue curls around his partner. The German leaves one hand splayed against Jet's stomach, both to hold him still and feel the taught muscle shift as the blond twitches, but the other had supports Albert's ministrations after the underwear is gone, fondling and caressing with slow abandon at every centimeter Albert takes into his mouth.

It's like some sort of religious rite, the way he treats Jet's body. Something holy and worshiped, every sound a hymn and every movement a prayer. There are many ways to make love, some more passionate than others but this, this is Albert's favorite. To be able to show Jet that every inch of him is sacred, the entirety of his partner everything he's ever wanted. He'd tried it once before, when Jet was much younger and still a redhead and when the relationship had been new. His partner called a halt to it less than halfway to even this point, face burning and uncomfortable, as if the entire thing was frightening. Albert went more roughly the times after, not wanting to see that pained expression in Jet's eyes again. But now he knows what it was, why it made him want to curl around Jet protectively, made him wish he'd continued regardless.

Jet didn't feel he deserved it.

So now, after so many years and so much changing, to have Jet ask him for this, to allow Albert to worship him like he always has in his heart, is a gift the German will not be taking lightly. He'll show Jet through every action just how much he loves him.

He would have sworn in that moment that his face was literally ablaze with how much heat was gathered under his skin. Long fingers clenched and released the bedding beneath them as he tried desperately not to reach for Albert or give the idea he wanted to stop the attention.

Static filled his head as everything became Albert's hand, lips, tongue and the obvious deep affection that was feeding the fire in Jet's skin.

Part of him wanted desperately to pull the German up and end this near-worshipful attention, but he knew it meant something to his fiance and there was a part of him that enjoyed it as much as found it scary and confusing and that part found safety and comfort in the actions as well; it kept his hands tied to their positions.

One of them, at least.

The swirl of tongue slid just right against his sensitive skin and sent a harsh jolt through the blond, worsening his already ragged breathing as one of his hands flew over to cling to his partner's bicep.

"Alb..ert..." It was too much. It was too much but there was no way in hell he was going to stop him.

Hearing his name like that again sends a shiver through the German and he takes Jet further into his mouth, moaning softly against his quivering length as he rubs his tongue up and down, bobbing his head gently. He'll have to stop soon, he knows, before Jet's spent without Albert having had the chance to trace over the body he's certain is now so sensitive he could make him jolt with just a breath over flesh, without being able to bury himself in his lover and hold him close as they tumble over that peak in a tangle of happy limbs.

One more suck and he pulls his lips away, running his tongue over them as he looks at Jet through the fringe of his hair. Jet, pink and panting, is such a sight to see that any real reprieve Albert was going to afford him is so much harder to give. Instead, he slides back up his fiance's form, moving to kiss him, to wrap his arms around him so that air has no place between their bodies.

"I love you," the words fall from Albert's mouth despite his never thinking them, instead feeling them with every motion, every brush of skin on skin, every modicum of adoration that he shows as he presses his hips in against Jet's, moving his fingers down again to prepare his partner. He still takes it slow, so gently, quietly moving and keeping the mood soft even though he knows it will likely overwhelm his partner.

But he'd asked for this, for Albert to make love to him, and he'll be damned if he doesn't manage to show him exactly what that means this time.

Albert's mouth suddenly off of him is both torture and a relief, the sensation was fantastic, but any more of it and their night would have ended early.

But then Albert's mouth is doing something else: spilling words Jet knew, could feel in every gaze of silver eyes and brush of firm fingers, but still managed to take the blond's breath for a beat or two. "I love you too." It came out breathy and ended with hitched breath as those firm fingers slipped inside him, but he responded with his arms wrapping around his partner as well.

They held the German close, both needy in how tight they were around broad shoulders as well as possessive and protective in how they did their best to encase the older man. Albert was his, he was Jet's tether and his motivation, he was the blond's protector and the reason he'd get past the horrors of the arena and keep his head held high. He was the first thing Jet wanted to see when he opened his eyes and the last when he closed them. He was Jet's everything and the younger man willed that fact to travel through his touch and breathy kisses even as the same message came through to him in the touch of skin on skin.

He'd thought it in German, but the words tumbled from his mouth in English and he finds he doesn't mind, that it doesn't lose meaning in his partner's tongue. Jet's response is everything he could want, filling him with such a profound sensation of completion and relief - he doesn't know where the latter comes from, it's been so long since he ever doubted Jet's feelings, but to hear it whispered back on the heels of a gasp is all Albert needs in that moment. He peppers those parted lips with kisses as his fingers finish their work and withdraw to be replaced only a moment later.

Albert holds Jet close as he slides inside, his movements still soft and mellow and his arms securely around his partner to keep him anchored. He'd often wondered in their early years if he was an unwelcome weight, keeping Jet from achieving the heights he was meant for, but years of learning, of understanding have brought him to the conclusion that Jet needs an anchor, something to keep him tied to the Earth so he doesn't burn up or out and Albert is willing and glad to fulfill that purpose just as he needs Jet to keep him from sinking into darkened depths.

Together like this, Albert really feels as if they're one, a balance of highs and lows, weight and weightlessness, suspended in that sweet spot of in-between. A perfect harmony.

He begins to move, shivering with each inch, with the feeling of Jet around him and himself inside, every nerve afire to the point where he's not sure if he can keep this up for how long he wants. His heart pounds so hard he's certain Jet can feel it against his own chest but it's good. It's perfect and wonderful and he doesn't want it to end even as his body yearns for completion. His slow and heady movement will have to be a happy medium, pulling soft cries and grunts of passion from the older man to be lost in Jet's neck and hair.

Jet's breath came in a little sharper as Albert pushed into him and the air escaped again as a long moan that flowed unchecked into the room. This was one of his favorite sensations: when they were together and entwined in each other so thoroughly that there was no end or beginning to them, they were one. He could feel his partner's heart beating against his chest and he knew his own beat in answer to it.

Jet's arms grew tighter still and his legs curled lightly, trying to find purchase even though he tried not to change their pace. It was so tempting to move his hips up to meet Albert's faster, draw him in deeper and strive for something harder, but this wasn't supposed to be that. This was slow and gentle and something they both needed, something that caused pleasure to race through him in overwhelming waves.

He turned his face into Albert's neck and shoulder, leaving loving kisses on every inch his lips could find.

"G-go slower, Al...slow as you can. I wanna feel you as long as I can." He wanted it to last, he wished they could just keep it up all night, but their endurance wasn't that good and he knew they'd eventually cave into something a little faster until they could both reach that blissful peak.

A pleasured groan is all Albert can manage as an answer but his pace slows even further, sliding in by degrees and pausing for an almost interminable moment before moving again. He can almost taste every twitch and jolt of the man under him, marking each point of pressure and its effect on Jet and his body. He finds his own hands already trembling against Jet's pale skin, the effort of keeping things slow finally coming to disagreement with Albert's own body's desire to plunge into Jet again and again with wild abandon, to bring them both the blessed and wanted relief, but instead he prolongs the exquisite torture just to keep the moments, to memorize the feel of his fiance's skin, the sound of his voice in heat.

Again Albert pulls away and again he slides back in, still slow and by degrees until he's quivering almost as much as the blond under him, gasping for breath and release, but still he doesn't ask, doesn't pick up the pace. He'll honor Jet's wishes and keep things as slow as he can for as long as he can out of love and desire for this to last as long as possible. He wants that too, to stay this way, capture this feeling of intimacy and hold onto it until he can no longer hold anything.

"Jet," he pants, mouthing into soft blond hair as if Jet's answer is the only thing that can sustain him. "Jet..."

Every inch is agonizing slow and perfect. He can feel every detail of his fiance and how his body longed to draw him in further, despite their chosen pace. He dedicated every sensation to memory, every taste of skin and sound of pleasure became ingrained.

But they couldn't last like this, he was surprised--pleasantly so--that his German had lasted even this long going so slow. But that need for more was there in Albert's voice and Jet was in no position to deny him any longer.

He shifted, one hand on the older man's lower back and the other brushing gently through silver hair.

"...Albert..." When his lips parted, only the other man's name escaped him at first, a long call of mixed need and desire. He tried again. "Can't--go faster, more." His hand left hair and slid to Albert's cheek to try and urge his fiance to look at him. He wanted to see those eyes he loved, to lock silver with blue.

"Like this."

"Oh Gott." Somehow the word is left untranslated, or maybe it's just Albert's accent, but he groans it into what little space remains between them and presses in roughly, gripping Jet's arm as if he'll vanish without his partner. The hand on his face brings his eyes fluttering open even as he grinds into his lover, meeting Jet's gaze and moving in a rhythm to Jet's own hips, nothing frenzied but much faster and harder than before nonetheless.

"Tell me... when-" He gasps, forcing himself to pause for a long moment with trembling limbs lest he lose all control and go spiraling down that precipice alone. "Oh Gott, Jet, please..."

He's already so close himself, it's as if he pleads with Jet to join him, or more apt yet to allow him release just so long as his American joins him in it.

Albert pauses and Jet moans with his words and the implication behind them. The fact that Albert wanted to wait for him, not just that, but didn't want to finish until Jet told him to was a heady thought that sent currents through his body.

"Not yet--" Jet ground his hips up to drive Albert deep inside him, hoping to feel the tip pressing against the deepest point inside of him, to feel like he was filled with the man he loved.

He pulled back and pushed in again twice more before his hands pulled the older man as close to him as possible. "Oh god, Albert...now. Come for me." He was so close, a few more well placed movements and he'd finish, but he wanted to feel his partner emptying himself inside the blond.

Near gasping for air, Albert tries to hold on to that tenuous thread, tries to keep himself in one piece until Jet gives the okay, but he keeps moving and driving Albert inside so deeply and tightly that the German is certain his willpower won't hold out a second longer.

It doesn't, not really, but Jet has exquisite timing and almost the second the words are out of his fiance's mouth he's buried himself to the hilt, holding Jet so tightly its certain to leave bruises. He doesn't seem conscious of it, orgasem washing over him, coursing through him in waves as he pulses inside Jet. Soon after his weight rests on his partner, utterly spent with muscles twitching and sore from the exertion. Even so, strong arms curl around his partner, his fiance, his Jet, encompassing and protective. Possessive.

He doesn't even have breath for any words, still recovering like he is. Instead Albert takes a page from Jet's book and places a loving kiss to his partner's lips, arms not budging from their rightful place around the blond.

In this one moment, everything was perfect. Both of them spent, tired but happily entangled in each other, Albert's arms acting as a shield from the world around them, he wanted it to last for as long as possible.

He reached up to pet through his fiance's hair as his other hand stroked along the German's back. That kiss was met with one just as loving from the blond. When they broke it, Jet's eyes were shining with his adoration for his partner.

"Thank you."

There are times - not often anymore but still - where Albert can't look directly at Jet. It's akin to looking into the sun, Jet so bright and shining that Albert's certain he'll go blind from the radiance of his partner's smile. At the same time, he can feel the warmth radiating from him, that gentle glow directed solely at him and he simply wants to stretch under it and bask.

He does both now, closing his eyes as he plants another light kiss to Jet's cheek, nuzzling into the side of his face with every ounce of affection left in him, stretched out and comfortable against Jet's body that fits so well against his own. An expression of bliss curls the edges of Albert's mouth as he idly curls soft blond hair between his fingers, basking happily in Jet's effulgent glow.

"No, I should be thanking you. I've wanted to do that for a very long time."

On one hand, he's a little mad with himself for not letting it happen sooner; the amount of affection and care his partner had just expressed in every movement was beyond overwhelming--but for that same reason, Jet knew he wouldn't have been able to handle it before now. Hell, lying there clutching Albert close and feeling like his eyes were stinging with too much emotion, Jet knew he was barely handling it now, but he wouldn't trade the feeling of calm, safety, joy and peace he was having for anything.

He doubted he'd ever fully understand why Albert wanted to do that, why it was so important to him or even what Jet had done to deserve that much of someone's love, but he didn't bother fighting with it either.

He just wished his emotions weren't choking him up so bad that he couldn't express himself. He gave himself a moment or two of burying his face in Albert's shoulder so he could piece the words together and then admit them in barely a whisper to that soft skin Jet couldn't get enough of against his.

"...don't laugh...but nothing...no one makes me feel more safe than you." And he needed that feeling just now, something he keeps to himself but perhaps can be inferred by how Jet refuses to let them become even remotely untangled.

"I love you, Al...and I--" he pauses, the words becoming emotionally jumbled as he tries to pick them, but he perseveres after a moment.

"...I can't wait to be tied to you forever." They already were, getting married wouldn't change that, but at the same time it would make it more final and that's what he wanted, something seemingly concrete in a situation where everything was changing around them. Everything else could be uncertain and it wouldn't matter, because he'd be certain of that one thing.

"Why would I laugh at that?" He smiles, warm and unburdened for the first time in what feels like decades. He opens his eyes again to meet Jet's gaze, placing a hand on his cheek with light affection.

"I love you too, and if I thought we could get away with it I would marry you this very moment." Albert leans his forehead against Jets with a small chuckle. "Though I think we'd have to get dressed first at least, but who knows. This is the Capitol."

Not that he'd ever seriously consider going out in public wearing nothing but a silver necklace and an engagement ring, but the intention is there, the solid feeling that he would do anything to bind himself to Jet forever finally.

Albert brushes back a strand of golden hair that's fallen into his lover's face. "Soon, Sparrow. As soon as possible."

Because Jet said it and because it was emotional and overly sentimental and incredibly embarrassing, but Jet had needed to say it anyway. But that was exactly why Albert wasn't laughing, he'd never once laughed at the stupid emotional stuff Jet came up with and the blond doubted he'd start now. Especially not after what they'd just done.

"Good." Jet leaned his face up to find Albert's lips and wrapped his arms around him tightly to pull him into resting against the blond. They should shower and not just lay there like they were, there was still some time left in the day to do other things, but Jet wasn't especially interested in them. All that appealed to him right now was having Albert nearby.

As far as Albert's concerned, he's not leaving this bed unless its at Jet's prompting or possibly gunpoint. He'd have to think about that one.

The glow from their amorous activities still hasn't faded and he continues to bask in it, admiring his Jet at intervals through sight and touch. Gentle hands glide over planes and curves while lips plant light kisses into hair and cheeks. Everything he already has memorized but just likes to feel. It's a little new this time, though, after being allowed to show the full bore of his affection for Jet. His passion and need for the man piled happily in his arms.

And he'll keep showing. A floodgate's been opened and perhaps it won't be exactly like this all the time - Jet might explode - but the edges of everything he does for Jet, all the things he says and all the little brushes of hands contact even in passing will forever more be colored by what he's finally been able to show his partner.

That he loves him with every fiber and will keep loving him to the very last breath he ever draws.

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