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]

And Al presses in until his knuckles are grinding against him, lightly fondling that spot. Skating over it, circling, thrusting without touching him at all-

Watching his face the whole time.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Every thrust makes his brow crease.

"Al, Al-"

[al_truism]

"How ready are you?" he whispers, pressing the palm of his free hand down against his pelvis, pressing up with his fingers. It's a rather direct form of stimulation, bordering on but not quite painful.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Very ready."

He yelps, voice raising a tiny bit at how good that feels.

[al_truism]

Al nods and takes his fingers out, working his pants down and slicking himself up, pressing up against him- and then slowly inside.

No matter how much lube there is, the first few thrusts always have friction.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

And it makes the duke purr with pleasure and desire, arching up languidly for more.

"Good."

[al_truism]

"Hold onto me if you need to," he invites, pressing and then grinding his hips into him, finding that perfect angle to make him squirm.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

His arms slide up around Al's neck.

[al_truism]

Al holds him back, waiting, teasing with smaller movements.

He kisses him deeply.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Move faster."

He begs, voice low and raw.

[al_truism]

Al smiles against him and does so -- faster, heavier, enough to knock him breathless.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

He lets him, groaning deeply in pleasure and arching into every thrust, occasionally gasping his name.

[al_truism]

"Come as soon as you're ready," Al whispers into his ear. Gasping, himself.

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"More, a little, please-"

He pleads with him, writhing up into it.

[al_truism]

That writhing, his voice- Al moves harder, faster, making the mattress creak softly in protest along with the slick sound of the lube.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma groans, and comes hard, eyes actually rolling back in his head.

[al_truism]

Al muffles his noise in Barma's shoulder as he follows, just a few strokes afterward.

"Oh, god."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Wow-"

Soft.

"-thank you."

[al_truism]

Al gently nuzzles his cheek, smiling, trying to get his breath back.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma nudges him away a little, to get an inch to breathe himself.

[al_truism]

Al manages to move back and off of him, settling down next to him. His hair spreads across the pillows.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"You're far too good at that."

[al_truism]

Al's fingers trail lightly through slickness across Barma's abs, and he licks his fingers clean.

"Not as good as you."