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]

He smiles, and steps around him, now tapping lightly up the front of one thigh.

[al_truism]

Al winces, and has to remember to breathe properly. He's so used to pain, that area spooks him a little bit.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Shh."

He steps in and gives him a soft kiss, stopping right away.

[al_truism]

Slowly, Al relaxes, watching Barma through hazy eyes. He would have taken it without question, but the affection just has him melting. Willing to do anything for him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Somewhere else?"

He offers, kindly.

"Nod for me, pretty?"

[al_truism]

His lips twitch in a smile, but he nods.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Good."

He steps back, and aims for Al's shoulder this time, tap, tap, tapping his way along his arm.

"Fold those behind your back."

[al_truism]

That's a new place, and his fingers twitch at the difference in sensation. He folds both arms behind his back, fitting his elbows in his palms with little difficulty.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Leaving his chest enticingly bare. Barma reaches with the crop to nudge Al's chin up, then begins to work on that.

[al_truism]

Al tilts his chin back, then makes a soft noise. He almost doesn't know how to process the sensations, but it feels good.

As well as intensely vulnerable.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

The tip of the crop snaps just a tiny bit against his left nipple. Barma watches his face closely.

[al_truism]

Al lets out a soft gasp, though it doesn't quite register as pain. Just warmth and prickling.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Again, twice in quick succession, driving the sensation up hard.

[al_truism]

Al gasps, giving a little shudder as his eyes slide closed.

His mouth works, but he doesn't say anything.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma steps in, and pulls Al close against his chest. He's breathing quickly.

[al_truism]

He can't quite speak, but he presses against him, lips just barely brushing against his neck. He doesn't have the best control.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"What is Al on the periodic table?"

He says the letters- A-L.

[al_truism]

"Aluminum," he whispers after a second, nuzzling into his neck.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm proud."

Soft.

"I'm going to start again in a moment. Last time we're going up, all right?"

[al_truism]

"... last time wha...?"

He bites his lip.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry."

He promises, lifting the crop again.

"You're fine. Brace yourself."

[al_truism]

"Yes sir," he whispers, and places his feet a little farther apart, arms still behind his back.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Time to go back over his ass and thighs, then. The first layer is light and quick, just to remind him it's there, to get the blood flowing again.

[al_truism]

Al starts breathing quickly, but stays still as his heart rate climbs.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He swings with force, now, hitting him like he might during their tea parties, but letting the buzz take it all for him.