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]

Al's tongue travels up, pressing against his perineum before he pulls back to gently slide one lubed finger inside of him.

"So beautiful."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"So are you."

He mumbles, muffled.

[al_truism]

Al presses in a second finger, breathing out and brushing his lips against Barma's lower back. He scissors, carefully spreading the lube.

"Are you all right?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine."

He promises, arching into it.

[al_truism]

Once he's sure Rufus is ready, he presses three fingers inside, along with more lube. Though he knows what his lover can handle, the point is to draw it out.

He takes advantage of the fact that he can curl his fingers, brushing against his prostate.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"That feels really good."

He whispers down to him, as Al sends little electric shudders along his body.

[al_truism]

Al gives a soft purr, setting a hand on his hip.

"Sweetheart, roll over on your back."

He presses his fingers in deeper.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He rolls, obligingly, shaky with pleasure.

"Mm."

[al_truism]

And Al presses in until his knuckles are grinding against him, lightly fondling that spot. Skating over it, circling, thrusting without touching him at all-

Watching his face the whole time.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Every thrust makes his brow crease.

"Al, Al-"

[al_truism]

"How ready are you?" he whispers, pressing the palm of his free hand down against his pelvis, pressing up with his fingers. It's a rather direct form of stimulation, bordering on but not quite painful.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Very ready."

He yelps, voice raising a tiny bit at how good that feels.

[al_truism]

Al nods and takes his fingers out, working his pants down and slicking himself up, pressing up against him- and then slowly inside.

No matter how much lube there is, the first few thrusts always have friction.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

And it makes the duke purr with pleasure and desire, arching up languidly for more.

"Good."

[al_truism]

"Hold onto me if you need to," he invites, pressing and then grinding his hips into him, finding that perfect angle to make him squirm.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

His arms slide up around Al's neck.

[al_truism]

Al holds him back, waiting, teasing with smaller movements.

He kisses him deeply.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Move faster."

He begs, voice low and raw.

[al_truism]

Al smiles against him and does so -- faster, heavier, enough to knock him breathless.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He lets him, groaning deeply in pleasure and arching into every thrust, occasionally gasping his name.

[al_truism]

"Come as soon as you're ready," Al whispers into his ear. Gasping, himself.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"More, a little, please-"

He pleads with him, writhing up into it.

[al_truism]

That writhing, his voice- Al moves harder, faster, making the mattress creak softly in protest along with the slick sound of the lube.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma groans, and comes hard, eyes actually rolling back in his head.

[al_truism]

Al muffles his noise in Barma's shoulder as he follows, just a few strokes afterward.

"Oh, god."