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[ There's something messed up inside him that nephew mine makes him feel even more at home under Daemon, probably the same fucked up streak that runs through the rest of his ancestry. He inhales sharply when those fingers sink in for the first time, gripping the blankets as he forces the lower half of his body to relax as if being recorded, tension rippling up his abdomen instead. There's a hitched Fuck when his prostate is rubbed and he bucks helplessly, hair scrubbing back on the pillows with the force of how good it feels when paired with that clever thumb too. Aemond's lips part on a moan and he closes his eyes, knees shifting higher to give Daemon the room he needs to do more. More, please, more. He bites back the plea. ]

I thought about ... your come on me.

[ Like a mark of ownership, smeared across Aemond's skin. ]

[ Their blood has survived as long as it has thanks to the unearthly pull that binds them all together— selective breeding critics have decried the old ways as eugenics, as evil even in context of the way this whole world works, and Daemon almost feels sorry for them. They never get to feel this.

He fucks him with his fingers slow and steady, wanting to wring more sounds out of him, wanting to make Aemond a mess and make him desperate for it. ]

Getting me all over you? [ He pushes his fingers in deep, but not for long enough, pulling out to stretch his rim instead, rubbing lube into him. ] Want to feel me come inside of you, want to feel it all over you. Greedy boy. At least you know— [ Daemon kisses him, and gently bites at his mouth, ] That's where my come belongs. All for you, sweetling.

[ The soft noise of protest that he makes is embarrassing when those fingers retreat from fucking him deeper, muffled hums behind his bitten lips all he can bear to release afterward. Daemon has his full attention as he plays with Aemond's body and loosens up that tight ring, and when he kisses him to pour more filth in his mouth Aemond can't stop the reflexive tensing around those digits to try and keep him close. Everything about his body keens for Daemon to fill and hold him, panting between the biting kisses, caressing his way up his uncle's sides where he's softest and warm and he can pull him downdowndownherewithme. He moans for it. ]

You need me too.

[ That much he knows. ]

[ Need is a dangerous word. Playing with the gravity in their blood, sinking claws into tangled bonds made infinitely more complicated by the rift Viserys made by marrying Aemond's mother. What happens when they need each other?

Daemon needs to fuck him, anyway.

He kisses the side of his mouth tenderly. ]

And you need me right here. [ His fingers press deeper again. This isn't as much foreplay as he usually prides himself on, but if they draw it out much more, he thinks they'll both snap. There's always after. ] Do you feel ready?

[ It will be interesting to see if Daemon's thirst is slaked by fucking Aemond once and getting what he wants, no real stock is put in his interest lasting beyond tonight and yet, for this short time, Aemond truly believes he has something his uncle craves. It makes him feel powerful, even as he nods and arches over those long fingers with a groan buried in the pits of his chest.

His arms slide free of his uncle and he drapes them overhead, gripping the pillow's edges in fists. ]

You could have taken me in the hallway, I would have been ready.

[ The pain would have been worth it. ]

[ It'll be easier if this is all they need. Or if it's all Daemon needs— he has no problem abandoning lovers no matter how much they'd like him to stay, if his interest wanes. There's a spark of hope somewhere in the back of his head that he'll be over it, after this, but it's not one he clings to; he knows better. Playing with fire is dangerous, but he loves it too much to stop.

Daemon slicks his hard cock and shifts up, nuzzling the blunt end against Aemond's well-stretched hole, pressing in just enough to feel the first clench of that muscle. ]

Perhaps next time.

[ Shoving him over on a table in front of everyone. Mine.

He pushes in, slow but steady, hands grabbing his nephew's hips once he's securely tucked inside of him and not going anywhere but deeper, rocking only just so to loosen him where it's needed, but pressing in unrelenting. Dragging him down to impale him and make him shift and flex around the shape of his cock, until they're sealed flush together, and he's pushing one of Aemond's knees back to make room for himself. ]

[ Daemon has seen most of this before, from the way tension ebbs and ripples away from where Aemond knows how to take a cock (or fingers, or anything else) and how his thighs relax as he lets his knee be repositioned, a sinewy body sinking down over that shaft with practiced effort if not ease. What Daemon has been denied is the look on Aemond's face as he's penetrated.

He tips his head back and turns his cheek into the pillow, lips parted on a stifled, soft moan whenever pain threatens at the edges of pleasure. Looking uncharacteristically helpless as he scrubs back on his hair and licks his lips, one of his hands transfers its grip to the bed and he braces himself that way. It usually feels good to be filled but because it's Daemon and he feels hot as hell with the faint throb of his own heartbeat stretching Aemond out, it's doubly as overwhelming; an aquiline nose scrunches, teeth are bared on a hitched breath. That is his uncle, a glance from under his lashes is a constant reminder, and his cock twitches against his belly in an echo of the way he accidentally clamps down once Daemon is fully seated, a grunt catching in his throat as Aemond's body takes Daemon like he's been waiting far longer than a fortnight.

If he gave out paid shots of such an expression during porn he would be a media sensation in hours of its circulation.

It's all for Daemon though, as is the thin, raw voice pleading, ] Uncle, fuck me.

[ Aemond has been fucked many times before, Daemon knows very well— watching him take Laenor's gracefully had been one of the reasons this whole thing sparked into motion. Beautiful, the contrast of their skin (the same as his and Laena's), but this is beautiful too, dizzying sameness, taboo and meant-to-be at once. Practiced moves from them both, but the face Aemond makes, the way he squirms and twitches and tenses, can't be something he's curated and cultivated. He keeps his face out of everything, for privacy, for mystery, and perhaps because of this, how fucking good he looks, how breathtaking, would cause each of those subscribers to go mad with obsession. ]

Fuck, Aemond.

[ A tremor in his voice. Not weakness but the effort of restraint; he wants to fucking devour him.

It takes some real effort to put in the long, initial strokes in and out, making him feel all of his cock, over and over, to get used to it, to find the best, deepest angle, when all he wants to do is take. Daemon barely manages it before he leans over, hitches one of his nephew's legs up over his shoulder, and pounds into him with all the desire he's been keeping so haphazardly leashed. ]

[ He would reply but then those long, drawn-out strokes begin, rendering a staccato opera of moans as his only vocal recourse. Getting used to the size of Daemon is what takes up Aemond's concentration, except that too is a source of arousal so by the time his uncle is truly fucking him he is halfway to begging for it.

Still gripping the bedsheets to help anchor himself in place, his other hand skims down the mottled burn scar Daemon wears and his nails scrape their way aimlessly over his chest, Aemond too far gone in the throes of pleasure to be conscious of how he reaches for him. All that exists is the deep, perfect angle his uncle is fucking him at and what feels like a lifetime's worth of buried feelings rising to the surface of his skin, obvious in every twitch of his expression. Even the urgent fucking is so dreadfully good, making Aemond fill the room with wails, that it should be alarming.

He can't hold back when he feels an orgasm building and bites his lip with a whimpered Mmm! as he spills over himself, untouched, his reflexive shuddering squeeze trying to milk that hard cock dry too. The room whites out a little around the edges so that all he can see is Daemon from under his lashes, which does nothing but make him tighter and let Daemon know how desperately eager his nephew is for him. ]

[ The shock of Aemond coming like that, sooner than Daemon expected and without a hand on him, is like being touched by a livewire, and it makes him stare, panting, dumbstruck by it. He only falters for a second— he lets his knee go, leans in closer, holding himself up better so his other hand can grasp at the side of his nephew's face, then tangle fingers in his hair, clutching at him.

He's so fucking beautiful. Daemon can't stop fucking him, into the searing clutch of his body through its spasms, pushing into him relentlessly, like there's some deeper part hidden away that if they can just get to and touch then this maddening feeling will be resolved. This is not the sort of establishment to have beds that squeak, but there's a creak of complaint from the upscale decorative headboard.

Unreal.

When he climaxes it's with a bitten-off yell, and with Aemond held hard enough to bruise, curled over him close to be dragging in the same breath. His vision swims, he fills him, it's so much it's obscene and wet and Daemon pins him, tucks even closer, because that's right where he belongs. Filling Aemond up, making his body this wound up, hearing the ringing in his ears from his wails.

The pleasure is shattering; it re-arranges something in his brain. As he pants and watches Aemond's face kaleidoscope in fuzzy warm shapes, tension he didn't even know he was experienced drains out of him, leaving him more profoundly sated than he's been in some time. ]

[ With his high still soaring from being fucked through his orgasm he tilts his head and gives into the grip in his long locks, hoarser groans choked out as Aemond shares breaths and no one really breathes. He slips a hand up into Daemon's hair at the back of his sweaty neck and kneads there, echoing the pull of their bodies, a caress skimming up his uncle's side to help steady him as Daemon fucks him the way Aemond never thought he would and they both stay willingly trapped in a private realm of their own. The fucking is intense, to the point where Aemond isn't sure he's ever had this brand of sex before. He certainly never wanted to drag every part of the other person right into him to keep forever, long legs wrapping around driving hips as they stutter and Daemon comes hard, gorgeous.

His body feels like it might be plugged into a socket, throbbing to the rampant heartbeat in his ears. Aemond wraps his arms around that sagging weight and hauls him down, welcoming Daemon's collapse into this neck as he smears an exhausted kiss along his hairline. It's a nice ceiling, he thinks a little while later when he opens his eyes. Gently stroking through the hair tangled around his fingers, a chuckle bubbles up in his chest and he turns a smile into Daemon's skin, nuzzling like there's a private joke and it's how ridiculously overwhelming the sex was. ]

I have felled a dragon.

[ More silent giggling, not recognising his own ragged voice. ]

[ It's a habit of muscle memory not to flatten partners beneath him, but Aemond drags him down so he goes, blanketing him with sweaty, overheated skin, his hair a mess. Daemon presses his mouth against his nephew's neck, jaw, his shoulder, messy kisses that serve no purpose beyond wanting to extent this feeling, which still has him practically high. ]

You have captured one, [ he rumbles in a whisper, rough from lust and use— good thing this is a big room, no one's banging on the wall to tell them to stop screaming. Agony to have to detach, the occasional twinges of aftershocks prompting him to carefully withdraw his softening cock, though Daemon shifts them enough so that he can reach down and cup Aemond's rear and knead it comfortingly.

His nephew's euphoria is catching; Daemon hums a pleased sound and noses at him until he finds an optimal spot and then sinks his teeth in low where his shoulder meets his neck. ]

[ It really is his favourite hotel room in the whole world now, incomparable. These memories will be warm in his chest for a long time, the bed endless around them as he veers between arching into Daemon's wandering mouth and easing free of his cock. When his uncle nestles back in to attack his shoulder, a less comely squawk leaves Aemond and he hooks an arm around his neck as if to wrestle him away (with very minor success, alas, owing to his ticklishness). ]

You'll take a chunk out of me!

[ A chuckle; he relents, licking over the indents from his teeth. ]

Oh, no, I like you just like this in one piece.

[ Hmm. Just a little more, though he's nicer about it, sucking a bruise over the skin instead of biting. Much less ticklish, right? ]

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Mmmmm ...

[ The happiest, most contented purr rumbles in his throat as he tips his head closer, untangling Daemon's hair with lazy fingers. Sticky and sweaty they may be but Aemond likes having all that heat pressed up against him, all of that weight means his uncle is still listing into him and away from the rest of the world.

A funny thought occurs to him. ]

Do you even know where I live?

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[ The mark will fade, but not for a while; Aemond can cover it up almost easily. If he wears the right (wrong?) kind of shirt, it'll be there. Daemon places a sweet, possessive kiss to it, and settles his head back down, nose pressed to his pulse point. ]

Mm, through the power of asking the manor's docent, I was able to send you Starbucks.

[ The family's nanny knows everything, and it's a great cover for having all of his brother's data. ]

You're in [neighborhood], correct?

That's a little stalker-y but since the stalking came with pastries, I'll let it slide.

[ Just once, never again. Never. Unless? ]

You should come over when you're free. [ It's a place without responsibilities or wives or children. A real bachelor's ~~dive~~ apartment, can't be beaten. Space for two (just about). ] If you'd like.

[ Aemond wouldn't have turned him away before tonight but the explicit invitation carries more weight when you have the come of the invitee in your ass, his mark on your neck as you doze and trace circles between his shoulders. ]

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Did you get the heat turned back on?

[ The tone of his voice is teasing, and coupled with the way he squeezes Aemond's bum again, hopefully it conveys how not-actually-uppity he is about it. (Mostly. Daemon can slum it easier than any of them, but he still likes nice things.) ]

Oh, silver boy. [ A sigh, and he kisses high on his nephew's throat. ] What am I to do with you.

[ Not out of his system. It feels deeper now, fire hooked in sure and sound. ]

You are a brat.

[ Not him! How dare he be groped, there's no delighted squirm about that happening at all and if Daemon thinks there is he will be corrected. But the heating is back on, yes.

He lolls into the kiss on his neck, tilting his chin up to let that mouth do as it pleases even if it means bruising every inch of his pale throat. Silver boy. His smile rests its curled corner by Daemon's forehead and Aemond drapes a leg over the back of Daemon's knee, casually possessive. ]

Come see me whenever you wish, obviously. Visit when you want to be warmed up, [ tilting his body fondly into the weight of Daemon's, ] happen to drop in if you need ... sugar.

[ Something sweet, hah. An oasis. ]

[ A rumble of faux-protest at that. Excuse you, nephew. Another gentle nip accompanies it, and Daemon thinks about how interesting, and good it is to hear Aemond invite him to his apartment so soon. All that posturing, that anger, and he's laying here cuddling with him in the post-orgasmic glow, wanting him in his home.

Sugar, mmm. ]

So you'll let me take care of you?

[ Money, gifts, sex. Daemon noses at him until he gets a proper kiss. ]

Yes.

[ The gifts and money will be nice additions around the sex, why not? And it if means he somewhat exists in a bubble of Daemon's making as his own personal fucktoy, Aemond is willing to bet it will take some time to tire of such a game when the sex is that good. Daemon needs someone to keep, Aemond senses, someone all for him who isn't a wife he shares with a whole family they built together. Someone who craves him without relent, a closer ... mirror. ]

As long as your requests for videos are kept at a minimum, for good reason.

[ Like being there and nipping at him so Aemond can push him onto his back (or try to), in order to take his turn being cuddled. ]

Mm. [ Good. Another kiss, and Daemon teeths at his lips, though he doesn't bite down. It's a pleasing arrangement. Everything he wants, and a little extra kink for fun. He could even do some creative accounting and bill Viserys for it— he won't, he thinks Aemond won't like that if it ever got out, but it's a fun thought.

After some playful resistance, he allows his nephew to roll them over. He gets to cup his ass in both hands like this, and so he does. Hopefully he won't be too sore. ]

Going to be so busy making videos for other people?

[ Daemon's fondness for Aemond's ass is noted and going to get him naughty photos sent at inopportune times. ]

Would that bother you, if I used the electric and heating you had paid for to make content for dirty old men?

[ He trails fingertips down Daemon's chest, circling arabesques all the way to a hipbone. The grip on his ass then has his spent cock twitch with interest, a soft noise catching in the back of Aemond's throat; he did come quickly before. ]

[ Look, it's cute and he's got good musculature, resting below a tiny, slutty waist, what's he supposed to do? Not help himself to handfuls of dragon cake? Don't be absurd. ]

As I told you. [ Squeeze, flex. He can feel his cock stir; ah, youth. Beautiful. ] You're free to do as you like. But I suspect you'll find it... somewhat less fulfilling than the real thing.

[ The real thing being him.

After another moment, Daemon gives him a kiss and smiles into it, before he sits up and manhandles him until Aemond is on his belly on the bed, spread out on soft, expensive hotel sheets. He palms down his spine and then leans over to press a kiss to the swell of his bum, before pushing him open more and licking. ]

[ He goes wherever Daemon guides, huffing a laugh when shoved playfully onto his front and just about managing to flip his hair over a shoulder in time to see his uncle's tongue disappear between his cheeks. Gasping in surprise, Aemond spreads his knees to brace his weight better and grips at the bed, back arching of its own accord while his brain tries not to overload on ohmygod, the drag of a tongue over his entrance definitely not convincing him to avoid sending other men nudes. Not at all. He will still do that ...

Probably not, after five seconds' debate with himself, actually. ]

Y-You're sure you wouldn't mind? [ He has to see how far he can push Daemon's patience though, it's too much in Aemond's blood to need to, fingernails curling in the sheets. ] Another man watching me like this, spread out for him? Imagining his cock —?

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