domesticity

[duke_of_illusions]

Al had stayed over last night... and hasn't quite left this morning, either. The day is stretching on, and Barma is still beautifully comfortable, now immersed in a book, as his fingers trail through Al's hair.

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[al_truism]

"You are very good for my ego," he whispers, nuzzling him. He's flushing darkly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"And you are very good for me."

Kissing him, softly.

"But I should send you home, before I drag you in again. I want you bright eyed for tomorrow, after all."

[al_truism]

Al hums, leaning into it.

"All right. You sleep well too."

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"I will."

He promises.

"Go. Don't worry."

[al_truism]

Al leans in for a warm kiss, and then does. He'll be back.

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Barma lies back to read, rest, and wait.

[al_truism]

Al takes the time mostly alone. He could wander the hallways, but that would put him at risk for the Hotel's whims.

After a long hot bath and a good breakfast, he deems it safe to head back over to Rufus.

He debates on bringing a tea tray- but does to be safe. He has it with him when he knocks.

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Barma opens the door and smiles at him.

"How are you feeling?"

[al_truism]

"I'm doing well. And you?"

He steps inside, searching for a place to set the tray down.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Quite well. Shall we have this now, or save it for aftercare?"

[al_truism]

"Whatever you like."

Al smiles and leans back against the desk, watching him. So unassuming.

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Barma smiles and shuts the door.

"I'm quite eager to begin."

[al_truism]

Al's eyes follow him, and the smile deepens, eyes shining. Really, he's happiest like this.

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Barma crosses to him, to give him a deep kiss.

He feels impossibly close to him, in these moments.

[al_truism]

Al's arms settle around his shoulders, holding on and melting into the touch.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this," he confesses with a laugh.

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"Good."

He murmurs.

"I wanted you to have time to imagine."

[al_truism]

"Almost too much time."

A little bit of a blush.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Oh?"

Hand stealing down his side.

"But did you resist?"

[al_truism]

"Mhm," he reassures him with a nod.

"I wouldn't go back on my word."

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"And do you know what I would have done if you failed?"

[al_truism]

"What?"

He lifts his head to look at him.

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"We would have talked- and decided between us if a punishment was suitable."

Proposing, nuzzling.

"A little light chastity play might suit you."

[al_truism]

"Chastity play?"

Curious, leaning into him.

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"I could tell you not to touch yourself."

He kisses him.

"For a day. Two, if I felt cruel. Send you off, then come find you again."

[al_truism]

Al flushes, darkly.

"That would be really difficult."

Especially for someone stuck permanently at age sixteen.