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]

"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.

[al_truism]

The feeling is incredible, all adrenaline and endorphins. He's beyond pain, just there in the feeling. Pleasure alone.

He starts crying out, struggling to stay upright.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

A last two brutal cracks of the crop, to get that last rush out of him, and then Barma is behind him, pressed against his back, holding Al tight to his chest.

[al_truism]

Al leans back against him, twitching a little, breathing heavily.

"Rufus-"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma reaches around him, and starts to stroke him, humming.

"What a good little thing you've been."

[al_truism]

He'd already been just a touch hard, but this gets a low, desperate sound, and he presses back against him, rubbing.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

His other hand reaches up, fingertips slipping into Al's mouth, inviting him to suck as he strokes him.

[al_truism]

Al takes them in eagerly, working his tongue and getting them nice and wet.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Come as soon as you wish."

He instructs, sweetly.

[al_truism]

"Yes," he whispers back, shifting his hips against his hand.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma purrs and keeps rubbing him, kissing the side of his throat, urging him along.

[al_truism]

It won't take him terribly long, not with this sort of stimulation.

Only a few minutes and he's writhing in Barma's hands, crying out. So close.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"So proud-"

He tells him, softly.

[al_truism]

Al comes with a start, getting both Barma's hand and the floor sticky. He leans back against him, gasping to get his breath back.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma smiles, and moves to guide him onto the bed.

[al_truism]

His legs barely work, so he's very happy to flop down on the sheets, moving as close to Barma as he can get.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I really love you."

Murmuring.

[al_truism]

Al wraps himself close to him, smiling, and he has to swallow to make his throat work.

"I love you so much, Rufus."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"You stay right there. I'm putting the tea on."

And coming back quickly with a glass of water and a piece of chocolate.

[al_truism]

"I didn't do anything for you yet," he protests weakly, moving to sit up a little to drink the water properly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Shush, darling, you're being taken care of today, your submission was everything."