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]

"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.

[al_truism]

Al breathed deeply as the heat spreads more. It's a little hard to stay where he is.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Once he's covered his back, he lowers the crop, and leans in, running a hand slowly up his spine.

"How are you feeling?"

[al_truism]

"Warm," he whispers. The touch of his hand causes a little shock, but he leans into it, seeking that touch and humanity.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He continues to stroke, letting him feel the texture of skin over sting.

"This was always my favourite moment."

[al_truism]

"Hm...?"

A little dreamy.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Are you prepared to continue?"

So affectionate.

[al_truism]

"Yes, sir," he murmurs, still leaning into his touch a bit. It's perfect.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Breathe."

He steps back, and starts again, with the same deft, light touch.

[al_truism]

The warmth keeps flowing through him like a heartbeat, until his head's all fuzzy, but his body is extremely sensitive. He can almost feel the movement of his own blood.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He smiles, and steps around him, now tapping lightly up the front of one thigh.

[al_truism]

Al winces, and has to remember to breathe properly. He's so used to pain, that area spooks him a little bit.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Shh."

He steps in and gives him a soft kiss, stopping right away.

[al_truism]

Slowly, Al relaxes, watching Barma through hazy eyes. He would have taken it without question, but the affection just has him melting. Willing to do anything for him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Somewhere else?"

He offers, kindly.

"Nod for me, pretty?"

[al_truism]

His lips twitch in a smile, but he nods.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good."

He steps back, and aims for Al's shoulder this time, tap, tap, tapping his way along his arm.

"Fold those behind your back."

[al_truism]

That's a new place, and his fingers twitch at the difference in sensation. He folds both arms behind his back, fitting his elbows in his palms with little difficulty.

[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.