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.

Comments

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma smiles at him- he very rarely smiles, another way he's so unlike Break, and bends down to kiss his ear.

[al_truism]

Al treasures the times he does, like now, and he puts his arms around him, linking them ineffectively behind his back in an effort to keep him close.

"Love you..."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"You too."

He answers, and stays there, starting to move again, still languid and calm.

[al_truism]

Al's trembling, but he doesn't push for more this time. Instead he just concentrates on feeling him, his movements, his expression.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Like that- arch up a tiny bit-"

He whispers to him, and it's very nearly perfect.

[al_truism]

It makes him gasp, shudder, and dig his nails into Barma's back with the effort of trying not to squirm and buck under him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good boy- now let go."

Moving fast and hard, all of a sudden, just so.

[al_truism]

Just being able to move with him is a release, but the fast, hard pace drives him right to the edge.

He trembles, tight and ready and barely hanging on, waiting for him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Al-"

He gasps, as he comes hard, with a few final jerks of his hips.

[al_truism]

It brings him, with a choked-off scream. Leaves him undone and unthinking and with nothing else in the world.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma laughs softly, and collapses to one side of him, arm settling about his middle.

[al_truism]

Al's arms are still locked around him, and the movement pulls him onto his side, pressing close despite the mess.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"You need to stay over more often."

He proposes, purring in his ear.

[al_truism]

Al laughs, breathlessly, and nods.

"Yes, I do."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I see why the chained to the bed fantasy comes from."

He smiles.

[al_truism]

"Oh yeah?"

Al shifts on top of him, holding back his hair to gently trail kisses up his jaw to his lips.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Mmhm."

He smiles, and stretches, reaching up to adjust the pillows for them.

[al_truism]

"You're very good at keeping me on an edge," he murmurs, trying for reproachful and not really getting there.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Do you enjoy it?"

He challenges, softly.

[al_truism]

"It's incredibly frustrating," he admits, nuzzling. "But it's even better in the end."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good."

He smiles.

"I'm glad you see it that way."

[al_truism]

"Do you like making me squirm and lose it?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I do."

He confesses, of course.

"One of the more difficult submissives I've worked with was a young woman who sought... utter degradation. She was a challenging lover because she was most stimulated when I ignored her completely."

[al_truism]

"And you very much like to pay attention to everything."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"We ended up with a little ritual where she'd crawl under my desk, bent double, taking me inside her as I read above her. It was, I understand, cramped and nearly unbearably uncomfortable for her. I would read erotica about other people, sometimes directing the pace with one hand, sometimes leaving her to try to manage."