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]

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.

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

[al_truism]

Al sucks him. Slow, warm, wet and hot.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Al- Al- you don't need to, I-"

Gasping soft apologies.

[al_truism]

Al's tongue travels up, pressing against his perineum before he pulls back to gently slide one lubed finger inside of him.

"So beautiful."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"So are you."

He mumbles, muffled.

[al_truism]

Al presses in a second finger, breathing out and brushing his lips against Barma's lower back. He scissors, carefully spreading the lube.

"Are you all right?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine."

He promises, arching into it.

[al_truism]

Once he's sure Rufus is ready, he presses three fingers inside, along with more lube. Though he knows what his lover can handle, the point is to draw it out.

He takes advantage of the fact that he can curl his fingers, brushing against his prostate.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"That feels really good."

He whispers down to him, as Al sends little electric shudders along his body.

[al_truism]

Al gives a soft purr, setting a hand on his hip.

"Sweetheart, roll over on your back."

He presses his fingers in deeper.

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He rolls, obligingly, shaky with pleasure.

"Mm."

[al_truism]

And Al presses in until his knuckles are grinding against him, lightly fondling that spot. Skating over it, circling, thrusting without touching him at all-

Watching his face the whole time.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Every thrust makes his brow crease.

"Al, Al-"

[al_truism]

"How ready are you?" he whispers, pressing the palm of his free hand down against his pelvis, pressing up with his fingers. It's a rather direct form of stimulation, bordering on but not quite painful.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Very ready."

He yelps, voice raising a tiny bit at how good that feels.

[al_truism]

Al nods and takes his fingers out, working his pants down and slicking himself up, pressing up against him- and then slowly inside.

No matter how much lube there is, the first few thrusts always have friction.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

And it makes the duke purr with pleasure and desire, arching up languidly for more.

"Good."

[al_truism]

"Hold onto me if you need to," he invites, pressing and then grinding his hips into him, finding that perfect angle to make him squirm.