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.