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]

Once they really get started, Al's gasping, twitching, getting his own stomach damp with precome.

"There- there, there..."

He squeezes down on Rufus, hard.

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"That's it- like that-"

He agrees, working hard against him.

[al_truism]

"Fuck me-" he finally gasps out, hips jerking against him, trying to do the movements himself. "Rufus-"

Yes, cursing. From Al.

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"No, slower-"

He murmurs, keeping him there, quiet.

[al_truism]

He tries hard to breathe normally, chest rising and falling, back arched. Shaking.

"Want you so badly-"

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Barma smiles at him- he very rarely smiles, another way he's so unlike Break, and bends down to kiss his ear.

[al_truism]

Al treasures the times he does, like now, and he puts his arms around him, linking them ineffectively behind his back in an effort to keep him close.

"Love you..."

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"You too."

He answers, and stays there, starting to move again, still languid and calm.

[al_truism]

Al's trembling, but he doesn't push for more this time. Instead he just concentrates on feeling him, his movements, his expression.

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"Like that- arch up a tiny bit-"

He whispers to him, and it's very nearly perfect.

[al_truism]

It makes him gasp, shudder, and dig his nails into Barma's back with the effort of trying not to squirm and buck under him.

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"Good boy- now let go."

Moving fast and hard, all of a sudden, just so.

[al_truism]

Just being able to move with him is a release, but the fast, hard pace drives him right to the edge.

He trembles, tight and ready and barely hanging on, waiting for him.

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"Al-"

He gasps, as he comes hard, with a few final jerks of his hips.

[al_truism]

It brings him, with a choked-off scream. Leaves him undone and unthinking and with nothing else in the world.

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Barma laughs softly, and collapses to one side of him, arm settling about his middle.

[al_truism]

Al's arms are still locked around him, and the movement pulls him onto his side, pressing close despite the mess.

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"You need to stay over more often."

He proposes, purring in his ear.

[al_truism]

Al laughs, breathlessly, and nods.

"Yes, I do."

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"I see why the chained to the bed fantasy comes from."

He smiles.

[al_truism]

"Oh yeah?"

Al shifts on top of him, holding back his hair to gently trail kisses up his jaw to his lips.

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"Mmhm."

He smiles, and stretches, reaching up to adjust the pillows for them.

[al_truism]

"You're very good at keeping me on an edge," he murmurs, trying for reproachful and not really getting there.

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"Do you enjoy it?"

He challenges, softly.

[al_truism]

"It's incredibly frustrating," he admits, nuzzling. "But it's even better in the end."