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]

"How many of them?"

Happy and dreaming, nibbling at Barma's thumb.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Two. A boy and a girl."

Smiling.

[al_truism]

Al's eyes are mostly shut, relaxing.

"Were they good?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"They were loud."

Teasing, nuzzling him.

[al_truism]

"Are you sure you aren't seeing Ed's kids?"

Al giggles, threading his fingers into Barma's hair.

[duke_of_illusions]

"No, they were yours."

Giving him a slow kiss.

[al_truism]

Al melts a little.

"You'll spoil them, I'm sure."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Completely."

He promises, sweetly.

[al_truism]

Al kisses him again, mostly for the contact and affection.

[duke_of_illusions]

"I need you."

Sweetly.

[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.