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 gasps, and stretches out a little more.

"Alphonse-"

[al_truism]

Al releases, raking his nails lightly over his ribs.

"Have you ever pierced someone while you were inside them? It's an incredible feeling," he purrs.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"No-"

He whispers.

"-do you want to?"

[al_truism]

"Next time," he promises. "I've never had it done..."

Al trails kisses down his ribs, and bites, sharp and quick.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should take turns."

Soft.

[al_truism]

"I'd like that," he admits, and bites the same place, harder and gradually applying more pressure.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"But not today."

Soft.

[al_truism]

"No... definitely not today."

Al applies soft, warm kisses against the stinging skin, soothing away the hurt.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

Soft.

[al_truism]

Al moves up, settling against Barma for a moment, and just holding him.

"I'll take care of you," he promises.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm not fragile."

He informs him, hand stroking down his back.

[al_truism]

"I know that very well," he assures him, kisses his cheeks.

"And that's why I want to- every once in a while."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Whenever you like."

Nuzzling up against him.

"There's lubricant in the dresser."

[al_truism]

Al tips his chin up for a soft kiss, and presses against him, needing him.

He moves away, only long enough to get the bottle and set it aside.

"I've thought of you, spread out like this." He gives a light tug to his belt. "May I?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Please,"

He agrees, lifting his hips a little to help.

[al_truism]

It does help. Al slowly get the rest of Barma's clothes off, taking his time.

He starts at Barma's legs, working his fingers into his calf muscles. Just this side of pain.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He groans languidly, stretching out a little and purring.

[al_truism]

Al smiles and slowly works his way up one leg, all the way up to his thigh. He stretches the joints, warm and slow and with clinical precision.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma muffles his groans against the palm of one hand, soft and happy.

[al_truism]

He works his way slowly up the other leg.

"Roll over for me?"

He presses a soft kiss to the inside of his hipbone.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He flips onto his stomach, murmuring something a little dreamy. He never bottoms like this any more.

[al_truism]

Al's fingers work into the backs of his thighs. The tip his braid brushes his skin here and there.

He gently traces his ass, but skips it entirely, moving to the tight muscles of his lower back. He's merciless there.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

It actually makes his feet twist in the mattress, in need and frustration.

[al_truism]

Al smiles, and works all the way up his back and neck before he nudges Barma's thighs apart.

Once he has enough room, he leans down, working his tongue over his scrotum.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma gasps in shock, moaning and lifting his hips up. Oh dear.