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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[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Leaving his chest enticingly bare. Barma reaches with the crop to nudge Al's chin up, then begins to work on that.

[al_truism]

Al tilts his chin back, then makes a soft noise. He almost doesn't know how to process the sensations, but it feels good.

As well as intensely vulnerable.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

The tip of the crop snaps just a tiny bit against his left nipple. Barma watches his face closely.

[al_truism]

Al lets out a soft gasp, though it doesn't quite register as pain. Just warmth and prickling.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Again, twice in quick succession, driving the sensation up hard.

[al_truism]

Al gasps, giving a little shudder as his eyes slide closed.

His mouth works, but he doesn't say anything.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma steps in, and pulls Al close against his chest. He's breathing quickly.

[al_truism]

He can't quite speak, but he presses against him, lips just barely brushing against his neck. He doesn't have the best control.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"What is Al on the periodic table?"

He says the letters- A-L.

[al_truism]

"Aluminum," he whispers after a second, nuzzling into his neck.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm proud."

Soft.

"I'm going to start again in a moment. Last time we're going up, all right?"

[al_truism]

"... last time wha...?"

He bites his lip.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry."

He promises, lifting the crop again.

"You're fine. Brace yourself."

[al_truism]

"Yes sir," he whispers, and places his feet a little farther apart, arms still behind his back.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Time to go back over his ass and thighs, then. The first layer is light and quick, just to remind him it's there, to get the blood flowing again.

[al_truism]

Al starts breathing quickly, but stays still as his heart rate climbs.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He swings with force, now, hitting him like he might during their tea parties, but letting the buzz take it all for him.

[al_truism]

The feeling is incredible, all adrenaline and endorphins. He's beyond pain, just there in the feeling. Pleasure alone.

He starts crying out, struggling to stay upright.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

A last two brutal cracks of the crop, to get that last rush out of him, and then Barma is behind him, pressed against his back, holding Al tight to his chest.

[al_truism]

Al leans back against him, twitching a little, breathing heavily.

"Rufus-"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma reaches around him, and starts to stroke him, humming.

"What a good little thing you've been."

[al_truism]

He'd already been just a touch hard, but this gets a low, desperate sound, and he presses back against him, rubbing.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

His other hand reaches up, fingertips slipping into Al's mouth, inviting him to suck as he strokes him.

[al_truism]

Al takes them in eagerly, working his tongue and getting them nice and wet.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Come as soon as you wish."

He instructs, sweetly.