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]

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

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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.

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"Come as soon as you wish."

He instructs, sweetly.

[al_truism]

"Yes," he whispers back, shifting his hips against his hand.

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Barma purrs and keeps rubbing him, kissing the side of his throat, urging him along.

[al_truism]

It won't take him terribly long, not with this sort of stimulation.

Only a few minutes and he's writhing in Barma's hands, crying out. So close.

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"So proud-"

He tells him, softly.

[al_truism]

Al comes with a start, getting both Barma's hand and the floor sticky. He leans back against him, gasping to get his breath back.

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Barma smiles, and moves to guide him onto the bed.

[al_truism]

His legs barely work, so he's very happy to flop down on the sheets, moving as close to Barma as he can get.

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"I really love you."

Murmuring.

[al_truism]

Al wraps himself close to him, smiling, and he has to swallow to make his throat work.

"I love you so much, Rufus."

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"You stay right there. I'm putting the tea on."

And coming back quickly with a glass of water and a piece of chocolate.

[al_truism]

"I didn't do anything for you yet," he protests weakly, moving to sit up a little to drink the water properly.

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"Shush, darling, you're being taken care of today, your submission was everything."

[al_truism]

Al seems to accept that, flushing a little and laying his cheek on Barma's shoulder, letting the chocolate melt against his tongue.

"... was wonderful."

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"That was subspace."

He smiles.

"I'm glad you liked it."

[al_truism]

"I like pain just as much," he decides, with a small smile. "I could do either. This is more vulnerable emotionally."

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"This is a specific activity designed to alter your feelings, perceptions, etc. You'll probably feel high for a longer amount of time- and you may experience more of a drop off tomorrow."

Stroking up and down along his side.

[al_truism]

Something about that last bit makes him frown.

"... the drop offs... they're a thing for other people, too?"

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"...I didn't warn you about this?"

Frowning, instantly.

[al_truism]

"... no one has."

Softly. Obviously this is a big deal.

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"Al, I'm so sorry."

Stroking his hair.

"Sometimes, the morning after, your body can react with a sort of hangover-effect. For me, it manifests as a sort of teary-ness."

[al_truism]

"... so that's normal?" Al leans into his touch.