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[ Aemond is home, with Daemon. He deserves to be cared for in every way, even while in the midst of something a depraved as this arrangement. Daemon gives him a few soft kisses as he settles, and then sighs lushly as he's pawed at. He's thickened some from interest, warm with blood, but it's not urgent. There's a weak twitch when Aemond's fingers find sensitive flesh, and it makes his breath catch. ]

You'll have to wait a while for that, [ he murmurs, and steals another kiss. ] But don't think for a minute I'm not enjoying myself.

[ Daemon is not a young man, and when he was, he still had a slow fuse. A struggle for someone with a high sex drive, but he's come to terms with things. Easier, by far, with blood closest to his own, but. Still 50. ]

Making you come feels fucking euphoric, nephew.

[ His nails run from the base of that half-hard cock up Daemon's navel, sifting through soft hairs until his touch gentles and he pets his way up his side, down a flank ... wherever his hand wants to roam. What is he supposed to say? His blush is at the ready, annoyingly, as is his lack of experience with anyone who stuck around long enough to drop a compliment or two, let alone make him feel like his bones want to sink into his uncle's the way they do. ]

I'll have to make you wait longer for it, next time.

[ Since the first time he came was embarrassingly fast, untouched, and his body has since been primed for fucking with the enthusiasm of youth. He gives him a push so he can be the one looming instead, flicking his hair to one side and lowering his mouth to speak between the kisses that skim Daemon's chest. ]

What do people usually do in expensive hotels if they aren't fucking?

[ Genuinely curious ... ]

[ Daemon allows himself to be pushed over, and he makes a content sound, settling in and reaching up with one hand to sift fingers through Aemond's waterfall of moonlight hair. It really is beautiful— Daemon's only managed to get his own this nice a few times in his life, finding the upkeep too fiddly. He appreciates the results of his nephew being such a vain little creature. ]

I had no complaints.

[ Getting Aemond to come so fast like that, and how it flung him face-first into his own orgasm so quickly after, will be top-billing in his relived fantasies until he's dead. Unbelievable. ]

Some people, outlandishly, use hotels when traveling, [ he teases. ] If I have a lot of work downtown I might stay in one for a night or two.. Get a massage and order room service instead of spending my time between driving around tediously. Is 'staycation' too millennial for you already?

[ His hair trails over Daemon's skin as Aemond tilts his head thoughtfully into the hand petting it, distracted from the way his hand on him is tracing circles near a hip. ]

Staycations are supposed to happen at home, because you stay there. Aren't they?

[ The bump of his nose runs across Daemon's skin until he lays down his head, a sapphire eye closing once his real eye is hidden. With confidence in his words, he says, ]

You're a GenX, uncle.

Millennials coined the phrase, [ he says, with a light pinch to his nephew's side. ] I'm aware of my own vintage.

[ And not at all ashamed of it. Daemon looks incredible for his age— he'd say he's always looked incredible, though that may not be true; in any case, he has had the good fortune for being rather well preserved. Particularly compared to his brother, who's always carried his years with more maturity, and who continues to struggle with chemotherapy treatments, wasting away while he shrugs off helping hands.

He casts those thoughts aside. Aemond is right here, alive, vibrant, and with teeth and claws. ]

Surely if you're in the same city you're still staying.

[ Old men shouldn't attack the youth with their mean fingers, not like that anyway. Squirming, he looks around at them on the bed for somewhere better to position himself, the soft fluffy pillows inviting ... there's a certain siren call to the idea of half-dozing after sex even if he doesn't want to fall asleep. ]

Arguing semantics wasn't something I envisioned for tonight, but if your heart is set ...

[ The pec beneath his lips gets a nip.

He decides to be bold, not knowing any other way to be really, and flops on his back next to Daemon where he squirrels in back-to-chest and tugs one of his uncle's arms around him. ]

I'm cold, come here.

[ His plan is to settle with Daemon at his back, or mostly, and to have the warmth of his manhandled body plastered up against him under the covers. The sheets feel so nice it's hard not to arch into them or rub his ankle under the high thread-count cotton just to take in the much-missed luxury. God, he wants to be back home badly, although he would deeply resent the lack of privacy that his little apartment offers; that's its one positive draw during this fraternisation-come-agreement with Daemon, Aemond can have him all to himself once they leave the hotel. Whenever he visits. ]

Tell me one thing you've wanted to do during sex but never have. Or haven't done for a while.

[ Daemon chuckles at the nip and goes when he's pouted at, easily repositioning; he tucks Aemond in where he needs to be for them both to be comfortable, a practiced hand at being the big spoon. He's even used to a mass of silver hair in his face, and smooths it into place before he curls his arm around his middle and settles in. ]

Hmm. [ An interesting, possessive question. ] I hadn't been with another man in a while. Or sucked anyone's cock.

[ So there's that. Daemon can't exactly say anything as unhinged as It's a shame you aren't equipped to get pregnant, I've never fucked a child into a boy before, and I'd like to— that shit's between him and late night weird porn searches.

Mentally thumbing through experiences. Might take a minute. As noted, an old man. ]

Mmm, then I'm flattered.

[ The line of his nose nuzzles idly back and forth along Daemon's jaw as his uncle thinks about the question, until Aemond's patience quickly wears thin. ]

Have you ever fucked someone awake from sleeping? From real sleep.

[ His own internet search history is full of landmines but he figures if he's going to share it with anyone ... ]

[ Impatient, hmph. Not his fault he's had a lot of sex, even with his very sensitive emotional libido. Daemon rubs his nephew's chest, enjoying the feel of him pressed close, and his warm skin still sticky in places. (They really should take a shower.)

The question— ]

I haven't, [ he admits. Consent issues are what his mind hooks on, there, and why he's never been compelled to try it. He'd have to be very certain. ] I've coaxed people awake for it, let them be sleepy still, but nothing like the real version of your little show with our cousin.

[ A teasing squeeze to Aemond's middle. His incest kink is out of control, don't judge him. ]

Do you like that thought?

Laenor was afraid to do it.

[ It's not said nastily, Laenor is just what he is and terribly, sometimes annoyingly sweet. A good fuck but relatively vanilla from all angles.

Aemond's smile cuts sharp across his face as he laughs low in his chest, sinking back into the squeeze. A hand trails up Daemon's encircling arm to play along his neck. ]

I wake easily so I would have to take sleeping tablets to ensure I didn't until you wanted me to. [ Completely given over, trusting ... it's a good test to see how Daemon aces it. ] It could be fun for when you stay over. Your first staycation with me.

[ Heh. ]

It looked very pretty, even if he was.

[ Daemon certainly revisited that video; there was something achingly intimate about it, regardless of Aemond faking his slumber. Faking fantasy scenarios has never been a detriment for Daemon, though— sometimes you just have to play pretend, and that's fine, especially if it ends in fucking.

And then Aemond jumps right off into the deep end by immediately bringing up sleeping tablets. Fuck, kid. Daemon pets him some more and huffs a quiet laugh. So enamored by it? Interesting. ]

When you daydream about it, what pleases you most?

[ All he's had since his impromptu exile from the family home is time to research being a filthy little slut, he feels somehow prepared for Daemon's interest because of it. ]

Hmmm ... [ For a kink like that not to go wrong you usually need to feel completely at ease with the one fucking you while you're unconscious. It's tricky, not wanting to give away how often his uncle has featured in his fantasies over the years, and why Aemond wouldn't freak out because he already imagined it and a dozen other scenarios multiple times.

He presses back in a sensual wriggle, closing his eyes, a sliver of blind blue glinting under one set of lashes. Maybe if he sounds casual about it ... ]

Waking up to the right person.

[ Daemon is inclined to believe that the appeal is total trust, and not anything like an assault fantasy (which he would be wholesale unable to engage in). He considers as he places a few soft kisses along the side of Aemond's neck. ]

You could wake up to the right person any old way, [ he murmurs near his ear, before taking a moment to tug at his earlobe with a little kiss. ] Pancakes. A fire alarm. What is it about this?

[ Come on, give him something fun to work with, nephew. Daemon would certainly like to fulfill a fantasy— if he's able. The more he hears the easier it will be to envision it, and get himself used to the idea. ]

[ Perceptive bastard. That's half the appeal, being unable to palm Daemon off like he could any version of Laenor. Aemond bites his lip as if holding in the truth, coaxed out of him by the cosy kisses while wrapped up in bed with him. Fine ... It feels like something gives way in his chest, unable to be sealed shut again once he admits, ]

Being theirs, so they needn't even ask to use you. They just do because they need you, and ... [ his voice is a ghost of itself, shyer, ] You both know you're theirs. They own you.

You want them even when you're not there to say it.

[ Aemond built himself this trap— he could have asked Daemon about fisting or something, but no, he went right to somnophilia. Daemon continues to pet his nephew comfortingly, reassuring him that it's safe to share his feelings honestly.

Owned completely. Mm. He rubs along Aemond's jaw, and presses a kiss to his cheekbone. ]

Do you touch yourself thinking about it? [ Daemon won't give him an answer either way right this second— he'll have to do some more pondering on it, and working out if he thinks he can be comfortable. No diving in head first, or he'll risk fumbling it and hurting the younger man's feelings. ] Have you ever woken up wishing for it so badly you had to get yourself off before you could even move?

This was supposed to be a question for you.

[ He juts his chin, lips pursing even as he tilts into the lips on his cheek. He draws idle lines along Daemon's arm, back and forth as his gaze drops (not shyly) in interest to the places they touch because the answer to his question is such a resounding yes it doesn't need voicing. ]

It's not just that. The sleeping. It isn't an obsession, [ that bears saying, ] I'm not weird. [ Sounds a little bit odd protesting that so hard. Argh. ] What I mean is, I've discussed other things with people who work online too, some of them made a lot of money from the harder stuff. Blood and choking kinks and ... alter kits.

[ ~~Because why shouldn't this AU have some spicy sorcery to do with its strange prostitute laws!~~ Aemond worries his lower lip, trying to shrug nonchalantly against the bed. Alteration Kits being a notorious, medical-grade way of temporarily and harmlessly adjusting a person's features and body from hyper masculine to hyper feminine with some expensive ~~potions~~ tonics, it's not something he ever dabbled in for the sake of making a few more bucks (Targaryens don't need to alter anything, is his personal sentiment) but the topic isn't unheard of within the beauty and sex industry.

He looks up inquiringly, tipping his head to better see Daemon's reaction. ]

It was interesting, hearing about those things from people who did them.

[ Aemond might be a little weird.

Blood and choking are one thing. Things. Daemon's done his fair share of hard kinks— he's a cooperative lover, and will try almost anything to please a partner, especially if it allows him to maintain a position of being in charge. Alter kits aren't unknown to him, and he considers discussing his experience with them with Aemond, the reflective look on his face obvious as he thinks.

After a moment or two, he shifts, staying where he is on his side by coaxing Aemond into laying flat on his back so that Daemon can meet his gaze directly. ]

I've no desire to change anything about you.

[ Getting that out of the way first. A big part of way Daemon is so attracted to Aemond is because he's who he is, how he is. There's nothing a kit can do to find a way to make him his own full Valyrian blooded younger brother, anyway. ]

The professionals who've edited themselves for me have always done so to look more Targaryen, [ he admits. ] I have broad tastes, but what I like the best is very close to home.

[ A relieved smile tics up at the corner of his lips, blinking slowly. ]

Good. [ The longer he looks at Daemon the more pleased he feels, sliding a hand up his neck to bury in a nape of messy hair almost the same shade as his own. ] I've heard stories about people being asked to change things by their ... patrons. I know what I look like with this, [ he glances to his blue sapphire, ] but it would have fucked me up to have to pretend it wasn't there.

Just checking. [ He shrugs up at where his uncle looms, hoping he understands that while Aemond can commit to being kept, he isn't a private pet. ] No offence intended.

[ Daemon ducks down to give him a soft kiss. ]

If I wanted something I could mold, there'd be no point in the selection. [ He's definitely been accused of molding someone — quite specifically, his niece and wife, there's no way Alicent hasn't used The G Word about Daemon and her girlhood sweetheart — but it's never been about that, to Daemon. Not quite. ] I want you Aemond. Since the moment I thought there might be a chance of it.

[ Sneaking in under the cover of cyber anonymity. Toying with him (only a little and it was fun) at a family dinner. At least he came clean about it. ]

And I'm in no hurry to test things out on you. There's real luxury in seeing what erotic desires manifest between lovers without making an itinerary.

[ He really likes itineraries, although that may be his Hightower blood talking. Aegon is definitely the smoother of them when it comes to flirting (one court case against a girl aside, jesus) since he asks fewer questions and wants less direct answers to guide his actions; Aemond feels like a brick falling next to a feather, in comparison. It might serve him better to shut his pretty mouth that Daemon likes so much, but. ]

My job is to stay at home looking at sex on the internet. I'm sorry, if I've said something weird. It's been like ... living in a fishbowl the past few months, I can't tell what sounds like normal conversation anymore.

[ He resolves not to bring up kinks again (oh, god, he mentioned blood) and captures Daemon in a kiss that serves as an apology too. (Be sexy, be mysterious ... be less organised! He can practically hear his brother now.) ]

[ No Hightowering. They can work on it.

Daemon makes a soft, pleased sound into the kiss, but when it's over, he's still looking at Aemond. His hair's all messed up, looking kiss-bitten, satiated and drowsy; and yet that violet-cast hazel gaze is still very penetrating. (ooo penetration) ]

I'm not bothered by any of it, silver boy. I want to know all about you, and I want you to be comfortable.

[ Clear communication is good for lovers and for a business transaction. But Daemon still doesn't have a list of sex acts he wants to perform with him, like someone shopping for a new car and checking the performance specs. Gently teasing, then— ]

Did you hope I was a little kinkier?

No! [ He looks mildly mortified, brushing his hair back out of his good eye and ending up with his fingers rubbing at his scalp, unwilling to leave. ] No, I was just ... I was thinking — I spend all day looking at this shit, all fucking week depending on what requests come in — so, yes, I was thinking ...

[ Of sexy shit he might like to get up to and if Daemon had done it, but that sounds presumptuous in his head now he's playing it back. ]

— I haven't asked anyone about this stuff before — I could ask my brother but I would rather die. You could have done ... things like what's on the internet, I don't know, how would I — ?

[ He sighs in frustration, an oddly even shade of pink now. ]

Death actually sounds great, goodnight uncle.

[ He drags up the blanket and turns his face to hide under it, bye. ]

Oh, Aemond— [ That comes out with the vowels all elongated in a chuckle as the younger man tries to escape via burrito, and Daemon wraps his arms around him and tugs him even closer, pinning him, blanket and all, beneath him. He leans in and noses at his cheek through the fabric. ]

I'm here in a hotel room paying for the company of a boy thirty years my junior, [ he murmurs, close and heated, ] who is my nephew.

[ Fairly kinky. ]

Don't be so hard on me, I'm old and out of touch. [ Shuffling around for the shell of his ear to try and bite, laughter in his voice. ] Ask me anything you like. You've caught me, I'm not going to get bored before sunrise and vanish.

[ A muffled Mmmm is heard as he bears all the affectionate kisses and nuzzling through the sheet, finally pulling it down once his wounded pride is somewhat mended by Daemon's insistence (and his ear is not sacrificed to another bite). He cups his cheek and kisses him soundly, other palm sliding up Daemon's chest while Aemond loses himself in the slide of lips and tongue, pushing all his own heated affection into it until it parts for a breath and he is still stealing pecks off his uncle's shining lips. Unwilling not to be kissing him for a minute. ]

I don't want to ask any more stupid questions, I'm just glad you're here.

[ Nuzzling at a cheek, he arches up in a full-bodied wave so he can relish how their skin touches and the weight of the man above, a low purr in the back of his throat. ]

All I want to do is enjoy being with you, while we have the time.

[ He can't help but wonder— Aemond is young still. Has he desensitized his own mind, with all this, caused himself some little bruise of damage? Something in Daemon doesn't like that; Viserys, you weak fool. He loves his brother, but he'll never understand why he allowed himself to be pressured into getting married again if he was just going to ignore his children this way. Daemon's not winning any father of the year awards, but he has dominion over seven, currently, and none of them are being driven to sex work.

Two ~~wolves~~ dragons. He's pleased that he's been able to make Aemond his, and this is a lot of fun, but if it ends up harming his nephew (who has become so fond of so quickly, over these weeks), is it worth it? It does seem an awful lot like Daemon could have seduced him anyway.

While we have the time. Sweet boy. Daemon kisses him, and makes a pleased, satisfied sound into it. ]

Would you like to take a shower with me? [ A kiss. ] We can order dinner. [ Another. ] And I'll fuck you again.

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