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]

Barma goes to strip a little as well, and returns to him, shirtless, with his pants and boots still on, his hair tied back in a loose knot.

[al_truism]

"You're beautiful," Al whispers out, without thinking.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"...thank you."

Surprised.

[al_truism]

"You act like you didn't know that."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"It isn't an adjective I typically hear."

Stepping in to bend, kissing Al's shoulder.

"But I like that you think so."

[al_truism]

"I always think so," he confesses, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

"Where would you like me?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Standing, middle of the room."

Gesturing with the crop.

[al_truism]

"Yes sir."

Taking a deep breath, he moves. Usually he's bent over something; he's not sure of what to expect this time.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He starts just like the narration did, reaching out the crop to touch the tip to Al's lips.

[al_truism]

Half a heartbeat, but then he kisses it softly, watching him through strands of hair.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"What are your safewords?"

He asks, trailing the tip of the toy over his chin, down his throat, along his chest.

[al_truism]

"Yellow and red," he murmurs. Best to keep it simple. He's breathing deeply, watching him. Neither of them will be able to forget how much he can take.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I want you to 'yellow' if it starts to hurt."

He says, simply.

"The goal today is to experience something pleasurable. Never let the pain outstrip your endorphins. If you let them, they can stay ahead of everything you're feeling, leaving you warm and needing throughout."

[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.