aftercare

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma wakes up an hour or so later, yawning.

Reaching to check on Al right away.

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[duke_of_illusions]

"Oh, he's discrete."

He promises.

[al_truism]

"... I tell you about my escapades anyway," Al laughs softly. He nuzzles Dodo's soft feathers.

"Most of them. Did I tell you about the aquarium?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"No. But that place is getting around."

Grinning.

[al_truism]

"Josh became a woman for me," he murmurs softly, biting his lower lip and giving Barma a decidedly non-innocent look.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Mm."

Smiling.

"Maybe tomorrow."

[al_truism]

"Wha?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"Maybe I'll be a woman tomorrow."

[al_truism]

"Would you?"

Al rolls to all fours, crawling slowly toward him, fingertips to his cheek.

"It's hard to imagine."

[duke_of_illusions]

He flickers, and then shows him what it looks like. Robe, tattoo, and all.

[al_truism]

Al's eyes rake over him, slowly.

"Oh," he whispers.

Not entirely steady.

[duke_of_illusions]

She licks red, glossy lips, and pulls her hair back slowly.

[al_truism]

Al leans in, fingers brushing against her jaw.

"Say my name?"

[duke_of_illusions]

"Alphonse-"

Soft, throaty, all woman.

[al_truism]

He muffles a low, sweet sound by kissing her. Deep, slow, wanting. As if he's memorizing, searching out every difference. Studying her.

[duke_of_illusions]

She stretches out under him, silk slipping over her skin.

[al_truism]

Al doesn't presume to touch. Not yet. He follows her down, holding himself up until their chests just barely brush.

When he does touch, it's a delicate brush of fingers on the inside of her wrist.

[duke_of_illusions]

She's impossibly soft.

"Anything."

[al_truism]

He brushes her hair back, kisses her behind the ear, that soft bit of skin.

The next kiss is feather soft, at her throat.

[duke_of_illusions]

She lets out a soft, light moan for him, arching up.

[al_truism]

He deliberately doesn't move lower. Instead he takes Barma's hand, brushing his lips against the inside of her wrist, the forearm-

The graceful dip of her inner elbow.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Alphonse-"

Purring, once more.

[al_truism]

Al visibly shivers, and slides the robe just barely off her shoulder to kiss it, follow the curve of her collarbone with his lips. A fleeting touch of his tongue.

[duke_of_illusions]

She whimpers a soft sound, all soft fluttering.

[al_truism]

Al kisses her again, finally pressing his body flush against hers, letting her feel just how much he wants this. How ready he is, without needing to be touched.

"... I want to lick you," he whispers, breathlessly.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Do you fantasize about me dominating you like this, or about my succumbing?"

Soft, reaching out to stroke a red fingernail along his bottom lip.