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]

"In my own body."

Watching him.

"Just me."

[al_truism]

"... no games?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Please."

He agrees, dragging his hair out of his face.

[al_truism]

Al helps him, brushing barely there kisses against his cheeks, his lips. He takes the teacups and sets them safely aside, before standing and holding out both hands.

He's suddenly very steady.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma watches him, with the wisdom of the ages in his eyes.

[al_truism]

"Come to bed with me?" he invites, with a smile.

He's not afraid, intimidated or nervous. It's just that utter love for him.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He moves to stand, offering him his hand to help him up.

"Alphonse-"

[al_truism]

"Rufus?"

He takes it, getting up with that easy fighter's grace.

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"Whatever you wish."

Promising, quietly.

[al_truism]

Al presses Barma's hand momentarily to his cheek, nuzzling into it with a smile.

He slowly herds him backward, until he hits the bed. Al releases his hand with a kiss to his wrist.

"Lay down, lovely."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He settles on the edge of the thing, then lies all the way down, reaching up to start to unbutton his shirt.

[al_truism]

Al is content to let him, reaching up to get Barma's hair out from under him so they can scoot up. He's very gentle and practiced with this by now.

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, Al catches one of Barma's hands and kisses his fingertips, his palm, the inside of his wrist. Unhurried and warm. He moves to take Barma's shirt off, slowly, following the exposed skin with soft touches of his mouth.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I sometimes wonder at my own pretenses of intelligence. We have not done this before, which makes me a proven fool."

He murmurs, lackadasically, legs twining around Al's.

[al_truism]

Al chuckles, warm breath against his skin.

"Then it makes two of us, hm?"

Once his shirt is off, he brushes his hands down Barma's chest, as if he's memorizing ever muscle, every curve of bone and dip of skin and will be tested later.

"I've never gotten to touch you like this."

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He laughs, and arches up into the touch a little bit.

"I can see you wishing to know."

[al_truism]

Al's lips brush below a nipple, promising touch but not quite there.

"I want to know every inch of you," he confesses. "It's a burn, deep down."

His fingers smooth down to Barma's hips, thumbs pressing into the softer area just inside his hipbones, stroking.

"It's a little bit of a vulnerable feeling, when someone learns you."

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"I like it."

He whispers, spreading his knees.

"I'll tell you anything."

[al_truism]

A soft, catlike lick, and then a gentle press of teeth, over his nipple.

His hands trail up the outsides of his thighs, firmly as he presses against him.

"I plan on having you right here until I know it all."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"What will you do with me?"

He asks, reaching up, ruffling his hair.

[al_truism]

"First, I'm going to find where you're most sensitive-" Al breathes out again his neck, lips brushing his throat.

"And exploit it, shamelessly."

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"Throat."

He murmurs.

"Hips- and along my ribs."

[al_truism]

Al traces those ribs, counting them slowly with his fingertips.

"... I put needles in someone once," he confesses. "Here... and here..."

His lips brush against the skin, and then his teeth pinch, hard.

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Barma gasps, and stretches out a little more.

"Alphonse-"

[al_truism]

Al releases, raking his nails lightly over his ribs.

"Have you ever pierced someone while you were inside them? It's an incredible feeling," he purrs.

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"No-"

He whispers.

"-do you want to?"