aftercare

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma wakes up an hour or so later, yawning.

Reaching to check on Al right away.

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[al_truism]

"Have me," he whispers back.

[duke_of_illusions]

He leans in and kisses him again, still all slow and fond.

[al_truism]

Al wraps himself up in him. His pajama pants are still damp in places, which may make this uncomfortable.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Oh."

Moving to strip him out of them, cursing himself for forgetting.

[al_truism]

It seems to shock Al too, but he moves to help, fumbling a bit.

"Didn't even realize-"

[duke_of_illusions]

"My fault."

Reassuring him gently.

[al_truism]

Al just laughs, shaking his head and gently tugging him down. He's cold, and Barma is warm.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Come closer."

Nuzzling.

[al_truism]

"As close as you want," he promises, whispering against his ear.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Now, you were non-communicative at the end. Did I push you long enough?"

Communicating, quietly.

[al_truism]

"I stopped being able to think," Al confirms, clinging close. "I couldn't have stopped you if I wanted to."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Yes, I know. Which is why I'm asking you, in retrospect, so we'll know for next time. Further, or was that far enough?"

[al_truism]

"I think I could go farther."

With a shy smile.

[duke_of_illusions]

"I'll ask you again when you've come out of this."

He promises.

"Because if it gets worse, that'll effect this."

[al_truism]

"I'm sorry, Rufus."

Al sighs, eyes sliding shut. He hates being like this, but hates making Rufus take care of him even more.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Why are you apologizing? Al, these moments, this excuse to be close, is one of my favourite things about play."

Stroking his hair back again.

"It's very, very important to me to symbolically set right what I have put asunder."

[al_truism]

"You always do a good job of that," he whispers back, the smile warming.

"I've never felt less than loved and whole while I'm with you."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Remember what I told you about your insecurities."

He meant that.

"This? This is mine."

[al_truism]

"Yes," he breathes. "It really is, isn't it?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"Absolutely."

Kissing his forehead.

[al_truism]

"Keep me?" he whispers, petting his hair.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Yes."

He agrees, simply.

[al_truism]

Al pulls him down for a kiss. A little deep for something that would have been purely emotional.

[duke_of_illusions]

He rolls on top of him and kisses him lazily, groaning and arching into him. He doesn't mind a little light petting, as long as Al feels safe.

[al_truism]

Al instantly relaxes into it. He's most comfortable when he's close and touching the person he loves, and sexual contact is a strong means of expressing affection for him.

He shivers at the groan, running his fingers down Barma's back and finding the graceful dip of his spine.