I am not always sure if I even know what you want, let alone if I might like it. If you tell me, I will be honest and we can work it out from there. [He nuzzles softly at the back of his neck through the blanket.]
[ It's too embarrassing after reading elfporn, mentioning he likes Adar angry, and calling him Daddy ... how many clues do elves need?! His hand slips through Adar's to hold it as he settles in. ]
No. You do not get to squirm out of every conversation because I cannot read your mind and will not press too far without certainty. [Because shockingly, for all he is like his master, he also is not. Adar yanks the blanket enough that he can slip under it too and press himself fully against Aemond's back, his arms enveloping him.]
[ A squawk of protest is all that invested snuggling gets, leaning back into Adar because he is mad, not stupid. No reason to deprive himself of his husband's warm, hard body, wriggling back against it. ]
You married someone who is not also ten thousand years old, you ought to expect it.
[ Isn't his body nice, Adar? Moving like that with his hips? Is it distracting? ]
A brat, then. [He says as his hands slip under the edge of Aemond's shirt, skimming over his stomach, his touch feather-light. His teeth nip at his earlobe.]
Tell me. [A whisper that is more growl than not curls against his ear before he swipes his tongue over the curve of his ear, nuzzling along there.]
[ T'ch, calling him a brat ... gives him pause for at least five seconds, then he's reaching back for Adar's shirt-hem to brush it aside, kneading under his waistband to drag him in with a handful of that taut ass. The teasing over Aemond's chest and ear has him moaning softly, a grumble rattling around in there somewhere as he parts his legs on instinct. ]
No, I don't think I will. [He hums with pleasure at being touched, even such a relatively plain and simple touch. Adar's lips and teeth tease again at his ear and then claim his throat, for once not gently.] I am happy to stay here until you change your mind. Whenever that will be.
[As he speaks his hands skim lower, this time staying on the outside of the fabric of his trousers where he rubs his cock through the material there.]
[ It's unfair to expect him to have a rationale argument while his dick is already on its way to being half-hard, twitching under the dull cotton-covered press of that palm. His hiss as his throat is bitten turns into a whine and he seeks out Adar's cock too, only with less restraint as he shoves his hand down those pants, wanting the length of him heavier and needier. Aemond stretches, grinds back while arching into Adar's mouth. ]
Stay here and fuck me till I fall asleep, then wake me up the same way. There is half of it.
And the other half? [Adar moans softly under his breath as he rewards him for saying at least some of it by slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and stroking his silky smooth cock directly, his hand wrapping around it and moving in time to the way he rolls his hips against Aemond's own hand and arse.]
[ He doesn't currently care what he wanted, he has something new holding (ha) his interest. The wiry arch of his body rubs back against Adar from chest to knee, guiding that cock to the cleft of his cheeks where his husband can grind in for better relief, scratching his thigh and ass as he encourages him to thrust. The bedsheets make everything hotter and sweatier than usual but he loves it, craning his head back for a kiss as the moan he hears gets his cock wet with a whimper from Aemond and a spill of precome, answering Adar's lust. ]
[He ruts there, cloth against cloth until the hand that isn't wrapped around Aemond's cock sets to work, peeling down his trousers as he makes a lovebite on the meeting place between his shoulder and throat where others will see it if his collar doesn't stay perfectly in place, and if it does it will press against the tender flesh and remind Aemond of his husband who was always so happy to please him and meet his needs.
A thoughtful hum falls from his lips but he doesn't answer still as he kisses him instead, his tongue delving into his mouth, relentlessly hungering for his taste.
Maybe the specifics don't even matter so much, they are both so easily driven to distraction by each others touch that almost any bit of connection seems like a boon.]
[ Sometimes he doesn't know if he should tell Adar that no one treated him like he was worth loving before they found each other, that not since his friendship with Vhagar has Aemond felt he has someone to call his own. It would be quite a sad conversation. Unneeded, as it turns out, what with the way he rocks back and tightens his cheeks either side of that burning cock, breathless with kisses he never wants to stop indulging in if given a choice. There's no hiding how greedy he is for this attention.
Hastily, he shoves down the bedsheets and tries to cover the head of his cock, not wanting to make a mess even as he feels his orgasm easily and swiftly spiralling under Adar's hand. It ought to be humiliating, how fast his body reacts and thrills at the touch of his clever, handsome husband, and never is.
The sloppy kisses break off as he cries out with a raspy whine, reaching back blindly to fist Adar's hair. ]
Jorrāelatan mēre —!
[ Aemond's hips buck wildly, gearing up to come. ]
[Even this feels divine, as simple as shoving his cock against bared skin is and stroking Aemond in time, as domestic as it is to have his body wrapped around him from behind and his lips claiming his and when they no longer can return to claiming and marking his throat.
With each stroke Adar teases the head of his cock, smearing the precum that builds up at the tip.] Come for me. [He purrs, teeth sharp on his throat.] I want to see how much you want me, how you cannot wait...
[ He wishes he could wait, wishes he was not so hot-tempered and needed everything at once, and yet. Aemond's long hair scrubs back against Adar's chest as he tips his head against a shoulder and his hips bow forward, chasing the orgasm that spits come into their hands in long spurts, wracking him with tremors as he rides out the rolling of his body. Unable to feel anything but the blistering pleasure and sharp teeth on his throat, he gentles his fist in Adar's hair and a soft whimper passes his lips, annoyed at himself for not lasting longer even while in the afterthroes still making his hips quiver against that hard cock behind. ]
[He holds him as he comes, letting his bock writhe and stretch, overcome by desire. His bites eventually turn into soothing kisses, his tongue gently probing the flesh he had left pink and hot in the wake of his mouth as he hums his approval.]
No. You did good, my love. [A beat, then,] my dear boy. So good. You are so beautiful and eager, it makes my cock ache to know how much you want me.
[He needed to reach for the oil to get them both what they really wanted, but for the moment he was contented thrusting against his skin only, allowing his hips to grind against his firm arse to show him just how much he wanted him.]
Mmmm, I do, [ dazed with lust, he twists around just enough to kiss Adar with the languid laziness of the (partially at least) sated, ] I do want you.
[ He reaches back with his sticky hand, foregoing the oil entirely to stroke Adar with the hot release from his own body, getting him dripping with it. Aemond's lavender eye is dark over his shoulder where he grins, kissing him absently with his focus on getting Adar's heavy cock nice and slick. ]
Fuck me like this, no fingers. I want to feel the burn of you in my backside come morning.
[He isn't normally one to indulge in things that may properly hurt Aemond, but there is something about how he smears his come on Adar's hot, hard cock that makes him feel hot and a little wild.] Do you not, often? [He asks, moving Aemond's hand away and positioning himself so that the head of his cock presses against his entrance and then slowly he presses inside of him.]
I thought I fuck you hard enough that you will not soon forget me even with the oil... [He takes his time sinking into him this time, feeling the resistance of his body as he fills him up until he is fully seated within him.]
[ Aemond bites back a reply as he focuses on taking Adar in. He's tighter than when massaged open to take it on a normal night and without the oil he tenses up more often, but his come helps and he's flexing around the root of Adar soon enough. That's when he lifts his head again, swallowing thickly. It will hurt a little when that huge cock moves, he knows it and wants it. ]
I love you, I love touching you. How doesn't matter so long as I get to. [For all he might by nature compare his present to his past, he still wanted Aemond so strongly that he felt it in his soul when they spent more than a night apart.
His head bows against his shoulder as he begins to move, slow, short thrusts at first as he tests how Aemond feels.]
[ Far more vocal from the beginning as he gasps and hisses, he nevertheless keeps rocking back as Adar sinks inside him over and over, the relentlessly steady pace catching over his prostate so Aemond keens when it does. He shivers and squeezes back down on him, nodding even as his hair gets all in his face. ]
[As Adar moves, he slowly gains speed the move Aemond seems to want it. Pulling out of him further each time only to press all the way back in, quicker, more sharply with every thrust. Each thrust is also accompanied by a pile of sweet nothings. So good. Good boy. My darling love. and on and on praising how hot he looks and how good he felt.]
[ There's a discomforting cold chill since speaking of Alys that he can't rid, cooling his skin right out from his bones. Partly the reason he wants to feel Adar so keenly close, giving him a reason to burn up (and it works, for its part). He finds his lover's hand and tugs him down behind, wanting that weight and bodyheat covering him as he shivers, the pleasure of being fucked not keeping away the chill for once and none of it his husband's fault.
He glances over a shoulder and his hair, gesturing for Adar to come down closer and wrap his arms around Aemond's cool frame. ]
I don't know that you would agree come the morning, [his voice is warm in Aemond's ear as he wraps himself closer to him, their bodies touching everywhere they can except the small gap he needs to gain enough leverage to properly move inside of Aemond. His hands wander his body, possessive, claiming, leaving crescents pressed into pale skin here and there when fucking him felt good enough for Adar's control to slip.]
You are mine. [He doesn't know, entirely, what might be circling in Aemond's head as they fuck but he does know somewhere that fear still seems to lurk that he isn't wanted, a baseless fear that Adar is content to bat away from him with words and actions alike.]
[ He arches his back just to feel Adar there, hissing under his breath as scratches dig in wherever his husband's caresses get too rough (and not enough, he could wear bruises and scrapes proudly if they reminded him of Adar's touch). Aemond tips his head back to tilt it by Adar's as they move together, moans punched out by each thrust around his raspy voice. ]
No. I will never leave you. [He spares a second to press a soft kiss against Aemond's temple, the sweetness of it contrasted by the growing relentless thrust of his hips and sharpness of his hands, nails digging in more as if he wanted to somehow pull him closer than physics allowed.] I promise.
[The clarity of his speech is also a contrast to the moans and breathlessness he otherwise has, as though he pushed through the desire to make sure he was heard in a way that couldn't be put down to lust in Aemond's darker moments. He did want him, this curious, young thing that loved him despite all reason, whose silky hair brushed temptingly against Adar's skin. Even though he might never truly understand Adar, even though worlds and afterlives divided them. He didn't care. Fate owed him one, and he was claiming Aemond as the one good thing he got to keep.]
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[ It's too embarrassing after reading elfporn, mentioning he likes Adar angry, and calling him Daddy ... how many clues do elves need?! His hand slips through Adar's to hold it as he settles in. ]
Let's go to sleep now.
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You are being difficult.
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You married someone who is not also ten thousand years old, you ought to expect it.
[ Isn't his body nice, Adar? Moving like that with his hips? Is it distracting? ]
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Tell me. [A whisper that is more growl than not curls against his ear before he swipes his tongue over the curve of his ear, nuzzling along there.]
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No, I am mad with you. Live with it.
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[As he speaks his hands skim lower, this time staying on the outside of the fabric of his trousers where he rubs his cock through the material there.]
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Stay here and fuck me till I fall asleep, then wake me up the same way. There is half of it.
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Guess.
[ He doesn't currently care what he wanted, he has something new holding (ha) his interest. The wiry arch of his body rubs back against Adar from chest to knee, guiding that cock to the cleft of his cheeks where his husband can grind in for better relief, scratching his thigh and ass as he encourages him to thrust. The bedsheets make everything hotter and sweatier than usual but he loves it, craning his head back for a kiss as the moan he hears gets his cock wet with a whimper from Aemond and a spill of precome, answering Adar's lust. ]
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A thoughtful hum falls from his lips but he doesn't answer still as he kisses him instead, his tongue delving into his mouth, relentlessly hungering for his taste.
Maybe the specifics don't even matter so much, they are both so easily driven to distraction by each others touch that almost any bit of connection seems like a boon.]
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Hastily, he shoves down the bedsheets and tries to cover the head of his cock, not wanting to make a mess even as he feels his orgasm easily and swiftly spiralling under Adar's hand. It ought to be humiliating, how fast his body reacts and thrills at the touch of his clever, handsome husband, and never is.
The sloppy kisses break off as he cries out with a raspy whine, reaching back blindly to fist Adar's hair. ]
Jorrāelatan mēre —!
[ Aemond's hips buck wildly, gearing up to come. ]
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With each stroke Adar teases the head of his cock, smearing the precum that builds up at the tip.] Come for me. [He purrs, teeth sharp on his throat.] I want to see how much you want me, how you cannot wait...
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Sorry ... Fuck.
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No. You did good, my love. [A beat, then,] my dear boy. So good. You are so beautiful and eager, it makes my cock ache to know how much you want me.
[He needed to reach for the oil to get them both what they really wanted, but for the moment he was contented thrusting against his skin only, allowing his hips to grind against his firm arse to show him just how much he wanted him.]
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[ He reaches back with his sticky hand, foregoing the oil entirely to stroke Adar with the hot release from his own body, getting him dripping with it. Aemond's lavender eye is dark over his shoulder where he grins, kissing him absently with his focus on getting Adar's heavy cock nice and slick. ]
Fuck me like this, no fingers. I want to feel the burn of you in my backside come morning.
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I thought I fuck you hard enough that you will not soon forget me even with the oil... [He takes his time sinking into him this time, feeling the resistance of his body as he fills him up until he is fully seated within him.]
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Don't you like me this way?
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His head bows against his shoulder as he begins to move, slow, short thrusts at first as he tests how Aemond feels.]
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More, more, pleasepleaseplease ...
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Mmmn I could fuck you all day...
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He glances over a shoulder and his hair, gesturing for Adar to come down closer and wrap his arms around Aemond's cool frame. ]
I wish you would, valzȳrys.
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You are mine. [He doesn't know, entirely, what might be circling in Aemond's head as they fuck but he does know somewhere that fear still seems to lurk that he isn't wanted, a baseless fear that Adar is content to bat away from him with words and actions alike.]
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[ He arches his back just to feel Adar there, hissing under his breath as scratches dig in wherever his husband's caresses get too rough (and not enough, he could wear bruises and scrapes proudly if they reminded him of Adar's touch). Aemond tips his head back to tilt it by Adar's as they move together, moans punched out by each thrust around his raspy voice. ]
You will not, ahhh ... Not leave me.
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[The clarity of his speech is also a contrast to the moans and breathlessness he otherwise has, as though he pushed through the desire to make sure he was heard in a way that couldn't be put down to lust in Aemond's darker moments. He did want him, this curious, young thing that loved him despite all reason, whose silky hair brushed temptingly against Adar's skin. Even though he might never truly understand Adar, even though worlds and afterlives divided them. He didn't care. Fate owed him one, and he was claiming Aemond as the one good thing he got to keep.]
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