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]

"He'd insist it wouldn't matter if he was in one cage or another," he whispers, shivering and tipping his head back.

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"Then I'd keep you in that one."

He smiles, fingers stealing slowly over his skin.

"I'd never try to make you love me. I'd just- be kind, laugh at your accusations, kiss you sympathetically."

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"... I wouldn't know at first, what to do. Especially not with that kindness."

A smooth switch from "he" to "I".

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"Nor would I be a good man. I'd still plunder your body quite ruthlessly."

Although he's reaching for lubricant now.

[al_truism]

"Stubborn and annoyed, a fight every time before I lapsed into indifferent silence," he promises. "But every time would have a point of surrender. I'd enjoy it despite myself."

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"I'd start leaving books within arms reach."

He smiles, and sits back to undress himself as well. He feels they both ought to be completely naked.

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"I'd read them, fold the edges of the pages to keep my place, but always drop them before you came in."

He watches, unabashed.

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"Heathen! I'd give you a bookmark."

He laughs, and settles back down over him for a deep kiss.

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Al grins.

"I'd take it, and even use it. And gradually start asking for more- mmh."

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"I'd give you your every wish."

He promises, kissing along his throat.

"And more besides, taking your choices and your favourites, predicting the next thing you'd like best. Reading your appetites and bringing you delectable morsels of food."

[al_truism]

"I'd never relax. Instead I'd make games of misleading you, if only to see how well you were watching me. Create personas, tear them down."

Al stretches under him.

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"I'd love each one, then take the next in stride with barely a blink, just nibbling your ear."

[al_truism]

"Eventually you'd see enough of me to realize what I couldn't hide, what was always the same."

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"But I wouldn't exploit it, either- just kiss you each time."

Like he's kissing him now, slick fingers pressing against him.

[al_truism]

"I'd fall for you, very slowly, in denial the whole time."

Al squirms against the touch, a little breathy.

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"You'd wake up with your leg cuff gone."

As the first one pushes inside.

[al_truism]

"I'd leave."

Breathy.

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"I wouldn't stop you."

He smiles.

[al_truism]

"And show up on your windowsill that night. With a knife."

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"I'd sleep on, quiet and vulnerable-"

Nibbling up Al's throat.

"-heartless, from the outside, except I'd be on my side of the bed. Not in the middle."

[al_truism]

"Slip in next to you, put it up to your neck-"

Whispering.

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"I'd reach out for you across the sheets in my sleep, murmur your name."

Second finger into him.

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"I'd stop, let you hold me, and then press down. Just enough to nick a little. Just enough to wake you."

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"My eyes would open. I'd just watch you, expressionless."

As he prepares him, slowly.

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"... and I'd demand to know why you didn't catch me this time."

Softly.