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]

"So soon?" Al whispers back, but dips his fingers beneath the robe with a purr, grazing his fingertips over her nipples.

He's gentle at first, and then pushes her slowly back, applying his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Hurry-"

Whispering.

"Please, Alphonse."

[al_truism]

"Mmmh-"

His fingers trail over her stomach, down between her thighs, brushing his fingertips over her clit.

And then he follows that with his mouth, circling, flicking lightly with his tongue. He holds her hips down.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Al I just want you inside me-"

Pleading softly, hand reaching down to curl in his hair, as her hips ride up.

[al_truism]

"Okay, okay-"

Al lifts up, shifting to open her robe completely, press and rub against her-

The press inside is hard, steady, and not slow.