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]

"If it starts to hurt how much?"

Al frowns, a little hesitant.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Hurt as in pain."

Firm.

"It won't, if I do this right. Not really. Shall we begin?"

[al_truism]

Al nods, interested and breathing deeply.

"Yes, let's try."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"All right."

Swishing the crop on the upswing, but bringing it down most gently. The mildest swat, across his ass.

[al_truism]

It's not even enough to sting, just make him jump a little.

"Mmh."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Perfect."

He smiles.

[al_truism]

"It's not even a mosquito bite," he murmurs.

Still, the feeling brings a little warmth.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good."

He continues the tapping motion, slow, up and down the backs of his thighs and his ass.

[al_truism]

It makes him aware of the feelings, of how bare he is, until his heart starts to be fast.

He wants to ask Barma to hit him harder, but this is nice too.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

A little harder- but only on skin that's already warm and flushed, prepared to absorb the shock without sting.

[al_truism]

It just feels like heat, a light buzzing sensation and pressure.

He lets loose a soft, pleasured sound.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"That's right. Make any noise you want."

The more gentle taps, now, up Al's back, bit by bit.

[al_truism]

Al breathed deeply as the heat spreads more. It's a little hard to stay where he is.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Once he's covered his back, he lowers the crop, and leans in, running a hand slowly up his spine.

"How are you feeling?"

[al_truism]

"Warm," he whispers. The touch of his hand causes a little shock, but he leans into it, seeking that touch and humanity.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He continues to stroke, letting him feel the texture of skin over sting.

"This was always my favourite moment."

[al_truism]

"Hm...?"

A little dreamy.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Are you prepared to continue?"

So affectionate.

[al_truism]

"Yes, sir," he murmurs, still leaning into his touch a bit. It's perfect.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Breathe."

He steps back, and starts again, with the same deft, light touch.

[al_truism]

The warmth keeps flowing through him like a heartbeat, until his head's all fuzzy, but his body is extremely sensitive. He can almost feel the movement of his own blood.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He smiles, and steps around him, now tapping lightly up the front of one thigh.

[al_truism]

Al winces, and has to remember to breathe properly. He's so used to pain, that area spooks him a little bit.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Shh."

He steps in and gives him a soft kiss, stopping right away.

[al_truism]

Slowly, Al relaxes, watching Barma through hazy eyes. He would have taken it without question, but the affection just has him melting. Willing to do anything for him.