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]

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.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Thank you, sweetheart, for letting me do despicable things to you."

Purring.

[al_truism]

"I enjoy being the subject of your dark fantasies," he whispers into his ear.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Most of them revolve around you, contorted, trembling, withstanding."

He admits, luxuriating in the feel of him.

[al_truism]

"I'll live them all for you," he promises, kissing his neck, arching underneath him. "And I'll enjoy it."

[duke_of_illusions]

"I'm glad I found you, Alphonse Elric."

Smiling down at him.

"Or rather, glad you found me."

[al_truism]

"And to think, if you hadn't been in the library that day. And if I hadn't thought you were someone else entirely..."

[duke_of_illusions]

"I was someone else entirely. Remember?"

Not the Barma Al had been looking for.

[al_truism]

"Exactly."

Al gives a shiver, nuzzles into his neck. "But you were a bit different from the start."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Perhaps that's why we've kept each other."

Kissing him.

[al_truism]

"I keep those I come to love. But you were special from the start."

He whispers it like a secret.

[duke_of_illusions]

"So were you."

He admits, heart fit to burst.

"I'm still sorry, for my silly limitations."

[al_truism]

"I loved you regardless," he promises, touching his nose to Barma's.

"You were being careful, so careful. I know how it was."

[duke_of_illusions]

"My actions were not meant to cause pain."

He hopes he knows. Has to say it anyways.

[al_truism]

"I know."

He's always known.

"You've got a much kinder heart than you like to let yourself realize, Ru."

The nickname just slips out.

[duke_of_illusions]

He snorts, though at what isn't immediately obvious.

[al_truism]

Al flushes darkly.

"What?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"Your nicknames."

They're sweet.

[al_truism]

"Do you think you can stand to be called that?"

Nibbling on his own lower lip, while looking up at him.

"In private?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"As long as you can stand the laughter."

Grinning at him.

[al_truism]

"Ru," he says thoughtfully, eyes alight.

He's still a little out of it, but this is keeping him in the present.

"Sweetie. Dearest. Kitten?" He rolls his eyes upward. "Kitten...?"

Maaaybe.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You're aiming for a beating."

Kissing him soundly.

[al_truism]

Al makes a pleased, eager noise, grinding up against him.