I will remember it for you, Aemond. [He smiles a little easier, even before Aemond tries to distract him. Which works, because even light affection seems to pierce his very core.]
And I, you. [Current husband, by elven standards. Which were actually surprisingly simple for a custom of his people.] If your words in your blood ceremony use names, you may wish to pick one. Adar is as much a title as it is anything else.
[He doesn't mind, though, and in some ways he suspects being called Adar is weirdly more thematic for this Targaryen blood magic. He gently combs back Aemond's hair, almost reverently as he tucks it behind his ears.]
A name given by a loved one is not a burden. What would you call me? [He genuinely means it, cannot help but believe it with the Noldorin urge to give everyone many names as it suits them on their journey through life.]
Arghurys. [He tries it, sees how it rolls off his tongue and smiles.] It is a good name. Thank you.
[It goes well with his others, he thinks, then kisses Aemond again. It is a slow and lingering kiss, his desire to be one with Aemond poured into it and the gentle way he cradles his lover's face.]
[ A happy hum meets the insistent affection and he slides down to their bed, arms wrapped around Adar to coax him along for the ride. There is no place he loves better than their bedchamber in this tower they made all their own, a thousand-million miles away from the worlds they know. It feels safe, monsters that prowl aside, and Aemond's desire flares easily when he has Adar poured on top of him in private serving kisses that steal his every noisy breath. His body responds for him, arching up to run his hands under that shirt again and with his nails find his favourite scars that he knows the layout of better than his own skin. ]
[He does not have to be coaxed. If anything, he is almost too willing. Glad to follow Aemond and feed his desires wherever and whenever he could. The thick stone of the tower made it easy to forget all the problems they should, rightfully, have.
Why think too hard when Aemond's lips tasted better than summer wine? When his body arched like that up against Adar and proved his desire was no longer pushed back behind exhaustion and a want for conversation?
Adar moves from his lips to his neck, playfully biting his favourite place to leave a mark just below Aemond's jaw.]
Now do you wish for more, my love? [He had said no, before, so he asks but he doesn't expect the answer remains no.] Tell me what you desire and it will be yours.
[ It's Adar's unyielding attraction to Aemond that gets him hot and bothered in a pinch, unable to fully understand why when so fearsome and clever a man could likely have his pick of anyone with sense. A whine crawls up his throat as Adar gnaws a lovebite into place, melting Aemond's knees apart so they ride up aside his lover's hips, the rush of arousal through hot young veins making him dizzy with quickened lust. ]
Marry me again in the way of your people, [ he laughs breathlessly, ] since you are so damnably good at it.
[He already had his pick. Why would he even consider anyone else? Ever since they met and he hadn't been able to shake himself free of Aemond's interest, no matter what crime he confessed to, Adar's fondness had grown and something he felt he couldn't feel anymore had blossomed in his heart. Not just desire, as rough and untamed as that could be, but love, warm and burning as bright as the name his father gave him said his heart should.
He leans up, kissing Aemond's lips swiftly and chastely and he smiles.]
As you wish, husband.
[He felt unbelievably foolish and young as it rolled off his lips, yet it felt real in a way not much had in centuries. Adar treats the delicate and tempting line of Aemond's neck to his lips again, this time leaving a soft and damp trail that went from beneath his earlobe in a curve down to his collarbone where his tunic was not tied fully closed. As he did his hand reached over to the now well-known hiding spot of the oil they used, finding it without so much as looking up from his work.
It's not much effort to undo Aemond's laces on his trousers, his hand slipping below the fabric as he returns to his lovers mouth as he strokes his cock.]
[ Aemond has ever felt clumsy and loud next to Adar. Now he knows it's very much an elf-uruk thing and not because he's just stupid for him, he feels much better about never noticing what Adar is doing when it comes with no warning. Too swept up in having his neck kissed and the heat of that mouth pressing to his collar-bone, he moans aloud when a slick palm takes his erection and strokes him to full hardness, already mostly there but given the benefit of being brought to it by a willing hand. Hips bow off the bed, chasing that fist, every fibre of him alight with want as he pulls him in with his legs draped around Adar's lower half, leanly muscled thighs taut as if holding fast to a dragon. ]
[The elves would say it is a gift the speed and silence that allows Adar to catch Aemond unawares so often. And it was, not just in its origin but in the way he reacts to it, surprised and hot and ready or willing to be ready at a moment's notice.
He rewards him for this, his hand stroking slowly but firmly even as he is arched up against, even as his body is locked closely to Aemond by the strength of his thighs. He puts all his own weight, his need to balance into his own thighs so he can peel off Aemonds trousers, as much as his lover will let him, tempted to just rip the useless things off so he can have him now.]
If you want me to have you, you will have to release me for a moment, my love. [His voice is a deep purr, as hot and wanting as his throbbing cock that was kept at bay by his own trousers. In truth, he could just move Aemond as he pleased, but there was something to be said for making him do it willingly even as Adar continued to tease his cock, his thumb teasing the tip even as he spoke.]
[ Since he has to let him go, he makes a show of it and spreads his legs wide against the sheets, arms curling above in the pillow as the lean line of his naked body writhes luxuriously up into Adar's hand on his cock. Aemond smiles coyly up at him, long hair splashed around his shoulders in a pale gold halo and falling over his missing eye. ]
I will never let anyone else have me like this, I'm all yours. Yours to love and fuck as you need, husband. Yours because no one makes me feel as you do when we're one.
[Does it? If anything, keeping them apart by their clothes seemed much more unfair than any brief separation to rid themselves of the offending cloth could be. The little show Aemond puts on distracts Adar, draws his eyes along his body, his tongue unconsciously wetting his lips as he watches. He is full of heat, full of want, every time they are together. Even before the night they had gone dragon hunting, or even before they moved in together, Adar had watched him with more interest than he had thought he could still possess in another.
He pulls his dark tunic off himself, the linen falls off the side of the bed in a crumpled and careless heap as he admires his lover, but it is the return of the word husband, tossed back to him as he had so easily said it to Aemond that motivates him to move again. Adar peels off Aemond's trousers, letting them join his tunic on the floor before his hands go to his own, unlacing the front and pulling them down and off, not wanting to risk getting tangled in them in his haste to join with Aemond.
His cock is hard already, leaking precum as it strains against the taught line of his stomach. He pours a little more oil onto his fingers and strokes his own cock, eyes locked on Aemond's before that same hand strokes Aemond's cock again, then down, gently teasing his balls before moving to circle and tease his hole as he leans over him to capture his lips in a kiss again. But before their lips quite meet, he says,]
[ He enjoys watching Adar undress them, laughing softly as he helps kick off his bedclothes. His smile softens as Adar covers him again, hands soft and warm as they move over Aemond; he nudges a nose with his own, replying, ]
All I want is you.
[ ... and kisses him to prove it, arms wrapping around Adar again as Aemond melts into his heat, arching against probing touches that he no longer feels self-conscious about with such a devoted lover. He slips a hand down to play with Adar's cock in light caresses, grinning against his lips. Is he making it hard to concentrate? Oh, dear. ]
[He could drive even an elf to forget their purpose. Adar's moan falls between their lips, tangles in their kisses as he is touched so gently. As the embers of his desire are stirred into a full, roaring furnace, he kisses Aemond still and teases him until he thinks they are both more then ready, both slick with oil and full of desire.
He adjusts his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against his lovers hole and then slowly pushes inside of him as he kisses him again, deeply and soundly, his tongue plundering Aemond's mouth as thoroughly as his cock filled his body, joining them together twice over.
[ He never made love to anyone before his elf, it just wasn't in the cards. As Aemond arches beneath him and moans loudly to feel him sink inside, he relishes how every breath moves them together and the drag of his nails down a marked back, pulling him in to get more of the same feeling. The tower bedroom fills with Adar's names, as many as can be remembered, but it's always the one he first knew him by that gets whimpered whenever the elf rubs right over a prostate and sets Aemond's thighs trembling, it's all too good to handle for long.
Adar, oh fuck, I love you, fuckfuckfuck, right there, every senseless thing that comes out of his mouth gets more obscene and he bucks faster, kisses messy as he drags down shallow gasps. He wants him, right on the cusp, yet doesn't want to come because it will end too soon. Gods, you're so big, feel so fucking good, need to feel you come inside, I love it. ]
[When they both need breath, his lips instead claim his throat, drawing wet lines and gently claiming him with marks that will not last more than a day. His motions are steady, as much as he might want to run them both ragged with how tight and good Aemond feels around his cock. Steady and measured and kept so by his will and his hand scrunching the sheets so hard he might have feared ripping them if he feared anything at all when they were like this.
His tongue holds none of the restraint of his powerful hips, no, that shows his every desire, every thrust drags some noise out of him. A moan, a whisper of Aemond's name that curls against his lover's earlobe, a smattering of elven words but most notably the endearment he favoured, vanimelda repeated again and again as he staked his claim on Aemond's willing body. Only when he feels him getting close does Adar release a little of his control, his hips more faithfully following the desire that was clear in his voice, he allows the lovemaking to turn into fucking and with Aemond's name on his lips he comes, emptying his seed inside of him, his body shuddering and his head bowing, his forehead pressed against Aemond's.]
[ Alicent always told him that sex was a duty, to have it seen to was most important in a marriage and little else was required. Aemond thinks (not for the first time, admittedly) that his mother was full of shit, because the way Adar makes him feel like the only person he could imagine doing this with has him shivering with pleasure long before the pace picks up. Kisses find a burned temple, a jaw, a pointed ear is nipped, his hands can't stay still as they memorises every inch of his lover's body, and it's all done with an enthusiasm he couldn't fake for the sake of duty if he tried. When Adar lets the romancing slide from his hips into sharper thrusts and Aemond can barely get out his cries, fucked into a state where he's seeing stars, he clings to his husband and comes with a wail that the servants will definitely hear at the bottom of the tower.
Adar's come is hot and makes Aemond feel a delicious kind of filthy, tilting his chin up to kiss the panting breaths as the initial wave finishes cresting between them, guiding him down into his arms. In a tangle of limbs and sheets, he closes his eyes and holds onto him as they return to earth. ]
[There is bliss in the warmth of their embrace that has next to nothing to do with the afterglow of pleasure. It feels good, even natural to be entwined with Aemond. To feel the loving way he touched Adar, to listen to the thundering of his heart in his chest, his breath as he tries to return to normal. A thousand little things that make Adar actually feel alive, and at least in the moment, whole.
As much as he would prefer to stay joined indefinitely, as they kiss he carefully pulls his cock out of Aemond before settling over him. Most of his weight on his elbows, but still covering his lover like a warm, happy weighted blanket.]
I do love you, too. [He hadn't said it in the heat of the moment. It was a hard thing to let fall from his lips even though it meant it, but he says it now between kisses.]
On a scale of one to ten... how about I actually told you what it means to my people to couple, when I need not have? [Was there a better way to say I want you than to confess to this fact he could have let spin around his own head so they could act like this was some casual thing.]
I could lie, I choose not to. [He knows Aemond is being cheeky, but he still answers truthfully. After, though, the does nip his lower lip as he looks down at him fully.]
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And I, you. [Current husband, by elven standards. Which were actually surprisingly simple for a custom of his people.] If your words in your blood ceremony use names, you may wish to pick one. Adar is as much a title as it is anything else.
[He doesn't mind, though, and in some ways he suspects being called Adar is weirdly more thematic for this Targaryen blood magic. He gently combs back Aemond's hair, almost reverently as he tucks it behind his ears.]
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[ Tipping his head into that touch, he closes his eyes to savour it. ]
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[It goes well with his others, he thinks, then kisses Aemond again. It is a slow and lingering kiss, his desire to be one with Aemond poured into it and the gentle way he cradles his lover's face.]
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Why think too hard when Aemond's lips tasted better than summer wine? When his body arched like that up against Adar and proved his desire was no longer pushed back behind exhaustion and a want for conversation?
Adar moves from his lips to his neck, playfully biting his favourite place to leave a mark just below Aemond's jaw.]
Now do you wish for more, my love? [He had said no, before, so he asks but he doesn't expect the answer remains no.] Tell me what you desire and it will be yours.
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Marry me again in the way of your people, [ he laughs breathlessly, ] since you are so damnably good at it.
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He leans up, kissing Aemond's lips swiftly and chastely and he smiles.]
As you wish, husband.
[He felt unbelievably foolish and young as it rolled off his lips, yet it felt real in a way not much had in centuries. Adar treats the delicate and tempting line of Aemond's neck to his lips again, this time leaving a soft and damp trail that went from beneath his earlobe in a curve down to his collarbone where his tunic was not tied fully closed. As he did his hand reached over to the now well-known hiding spot of the oil they used, finding it without so much as looking up from his work.
It's not much effort to undo Aemond's laces on his trousers, his hand slipping below the fabric as he returns to his lovers mouth as he strokes his cock.]
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He rewards him for this, his hand stroking slowly but firmly even as he is arched up against, even as his body is locked closely to Aemond by the strength of his thighs. He puts all his own weight, his need to balance into his own thighs so he can peel off Aemonds trousers, as much as his lover will let him, tempted to just rip the useless things off so he can have him now.]
If you want me to have you, you will have to release me for a moment, my love. [His voice is a deep purr, as hot and wanting as his throbbing cock that was kept at bay by his own trousers. In truth, he could just move Aemond as he pleased, but there was something to be said for making him do it willingly even as Adar continued to tease his cock, his thumb teasing the tip even as he spoke.]
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[ Since he has to let him go, he makes a show of it and spreads his legs wide against the sheets, arms curling above in the pillow as the lean line of his naked body writhes luxuriously up into Adar's hand on his cock. Aemond smiles coyly up at him, long hair splashed around his shoulders in a pale gold halo and falling over his missing eye. ]
I will never let anyone else have me like this, I'm all yours. Yours to love and fuck as you need, husband. Yours because no one makes me feel as you do when we're one.
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He pulls his dark tunic off himself, the linen falls off the side of the bed in a crumpled and careless heap as he admires his lover, but it is the return of the word husband, tossed back to him as he had so easily said it to Aemond that motivates him to move again. Adar peels off Aemond's trousers, letting them join his tunic on the floor before his hands go to his own, unlacing the front and pulling them down and off, not wanting to risk getting tangled in them in his haste to join with Aemond.
His cock is hard already, leaking precum as it strains against the taught line of his stomach. He pours a little more oil onto his fingers and strokes his own cock, eyes locked on Aemond's before that same hand strokes Aemond's cock again, then down, gently teasing his balls before moving to circle and tease his hole as he leans over him to capture his lips in a kiss again. But before their lips quite meet, he says,]
I will make sure you never want for anything.
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All I want is you.
[ ... and kisses him to prove it, arms wrapping around Adar again as Aemond melts into his heat, arching against probing touches that he no longer feels self-conscious about with such a devoted lover. He slips a hand down to play with Adar's cock in light caresses, grinning against his lips. Is he making it hard to concentrate? Oh, dear. ]
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He adjusts his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against his lovers hole and then slowly pushes inside of him as he kisses him again, deeply and soundly, his tongue plundering Aemond's mouth as thoroughly as his cock filled his body, joining them together twice over.
If Aemond wanted him, he had him, body and soul.]
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Adar, oh fuck, I love you, fuckfuckfuck, right there, every senseless thing that comes out of his mouth gets more obscene and he bucks faster, kisses messy as he drags down shallow gasps. He wants him, right on the cusp, yet doesn't want to come because it will end too soon. Gods, you're so big, feel so fucking good, need to feel you come inside, I love it. ]
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His tongue holds none of the restraint of his powerful hips, no, that shows his every desire, every thrust drags some noise out of him. A moan, a whisper of Aemond's name that curls against his lover's earlobe, a smattering of elven words but most notably the endearment he favoured, vanimelda repeated again and again as he staked his claim on Aemond's willing body. Only when he feels him getting close does Adar release a little of his control, his hips more faithfully following the desire that was clear in his voice, he allows the lovemaking to turn into fucking and with Aemond's name on his lips he comes, emptying his seed inside of him, his body shuddering and his head bowing, his forehead pressed against Aemond's.]
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Adar's come is hot and makes Aemond feel a delicious kind of filthy, tilting his chin up to kiss the panting breaths as the initial wave finishes cresting between them, guiding him down into his arms. In a tangle of limbs and sheets, he closes his eyes and holds onto him as they return to earth. ]
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As much as he would prefer to stay joined indefinitely, as they kiss he carefully pulls his cock out of Aemond before settling over him. Most of his weight on his elbows, but still covering his lover like a warm, happy weighted blanket.]
I do love you, too. [He hadn't said it in the heat of the moment. It was a hard thing to let fall from his lips even though it meant it, but he says it now between kisses.]
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[ He feels it in the way Adar is with him, cuddled up now like two innocents in love instead of two twisted people seeking refuge. ]
But on a scale of one-to-ten ... ?
[ Holding in his laughter, his eyes dance with mischief. ]
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You liked me so much you couldn't lie to me, was that it?
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No choice, I'm too irresistible ...
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You are insatiable.
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