duke_of_illusions | domesticity

domesticity

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 reaches out to stroke his hair, fingers trailing down the side of his neck, comforting.

"It's not your fault," he whispers, lips brushing his ear. "And not for a moment do I blame you."

"Neither was what happened to you."

He reminds him.

"With Ryo, with Break."

He nods, sighing.

"I worry for them. All this time..."

"I get the impression that Break also bottoms fairly heavily?"

Curious.

"Much heavier than I do. Not as bad as Ryo, but enough to make me very cautious about playing with him, with my lack of skill."

"Then there's no excuse for him not to know about this."

Firm.

Al nods just as firmly back, setting his jaw.

"I need to tell Lucifer too. He may know, but he also might not."

"He'd know- but perhaps you should ask him how it affects Break."

He shrugs.

"It'll give you insight into him, and force Lucifer to consider it himself."

He nods, rubbing his cheek against Barma's.

"If it's about Break, he'll definitely consider it."

Al underestimates how much Lucifer actually does listen to him.

"I have very little insight into the workings of that particular relationship."

Al shakes his head.

"The more I think I understand it, the less I realize I do. Lucifer is... I don't have feelings for him myself, but they both include me enough to make it confusing."