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

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"You need to stay over more often."

He proposes, purring in his ear.

[al_truism]

Al laughs, breathlessly, and nods.

"Yes, I do."

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"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.

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"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.

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"Do you enjoy it?"

He challenges, softly.

[al_truism]

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

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"Good."

He smiles.

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

[al_truism]

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

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"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."

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"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."

[al_truism]

Al swallows, hard. Flushing.

"... oh."

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"There are all sorts of things people seek from relationships like these."

He explains, stroking Al's hair.

"I was happy to be able to give her what she craved."

[al_truism]

"I wonder what I'm looking for."

Soft and honest.

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"Tell me about what you've liked best? That we've done together, I mean."

Smiling down at him.

[al_truism]

Al stretches under him, reaches up for his face, traces his lower lip with his thumb.

"I love it when you smile at me," he whispers softly, and smiles back up at him.

"... I liked- everything, really. But I especially like our games, when you have control or power over me. It's a very peaceful and safe feeling."

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"When I play, from the bottom, I feel a sort of- freedom from responsibility. There is no pressure to choose right from wrong when there are no choices to make."

[al_truism]

"... that may be a good bit of it," he admits.

After all, Al's wrong choices in life have resulted in a staggering amount of pain.

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"It's common."

He agrees.

"A silence, where the voices of everyday responsibility might usually ring."

[al_truism]

"It's a place to belong. To be wanted."

Softly.

"It's a home."

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"I'm very happy to give you that."

He promises.

[al_truism]

Al nods, shutting his eyes.