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]

"How did Negi take me? I never got a chance to ask."

[al_truism]

"He's a little intimidated," Al admits with a smile, soft and loving. "But he's interested in you, and impressed. You're not what he usually encounters."

Al winds a few red strands around his fingers.

"He's curious about what you do with me. He's still too embarrassed to ask."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Even after your little inky escapade?"

[al_truism]

"Even more after that," he promises. "He wanted a good look."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Did you blush?"

He smiles.

[al_truism]

"Ah, a lot."

Quietly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Sounds humiliating."

[al_truism]

"Not quite." Though Al bites his lip.

"It was more... curious exploration, really."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"How sweet."

Another blithe kiss.

[al_truism]

Al leans into him.

"... though he did find out what my bloodseal does."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Reaching up to stroke a finger over the part of him in question.

[al_truism]

Al folds up against him with a low, shuddering groan.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I think it's time we experimented a little with this part of you."

He murmurs, softly.

"Is that all right? We'll be careful."

[al_truism]

"Please- just don't cut or burn it," requests, pressing against him and breathing slowly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Have you had those things happen before?"

Steering him down onto his knees.

[al_truism]

"No," he admits, sinking down and looking up at him.

"But I stop being able to breathe with a sharp bite. It could be fairly serious if I were hurt there."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'll take care of you."

He promises.

"We won't go any further than feels good. Sit comfortably."

[al_truism]

Al adjusts, beaming up at him.

"You always take care of me."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Or try to, at the very least."

Leaning down, he adjusts Al's hair then presses a kiss to the centre of the seal.

[al_truism]

His heart flutters, and his breathing catches, same as it does when Rufus is touching much more intimate parts of him.

"... when you touch there, you're touching deeper than my skin."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Red, and more importantly, don't hesitate on a yellow."

He whispers to him, fingertips coming up to trace the seal.

[al_truism]

"It's my spirit," he whispers, breathing slowly, though it's cut off when Rufus touches him again. The sensitivity is almost painful.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He just does that, slow, gentle, and careful.

[al_truism]

"A-Ah..."

He breathes, squirms.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Relax into it."

He urges, still not changing what he's doing.