[ He kicks off his boots, rolling around to undress and hurl his belts to a corner, tunic hauled up off his back. Aemond curls down on his knees to seek out another kiss, slow and hungry. ]
What we say in a heated moment need not define what we want to do, no matter how sincere the desire at the time.
There is never a cool moment between us, you are a dragon and I lived long centuries beneath a volcano. [Adar does not undress yet, too occupied by watching Aemond both scramble to be reasonable and also undressed and fuckable. He was cute, more often than Adar was ever likely to tell him.]
Do you think I do not want you? [He asks him, grabbing him by the front waist of his trousers and pulling him onto his lap where he is still half hard just from talk and kisses.] That I do not want to give you the things you so seldom ask for? I know desires lurk in that wicked little mind that I have yet to untangle and you will not just tell me.
I think I love you more than the things I want from you.
[ He says it in Adar's lap, nose to nose as they kiss and share breaths, the press of a cock against the seat of Aemond's trousers getting him grinding down on autopilot even as he winds his fingers into Adar's hair. Flushed like a rose beneath his mussed hair, he kisses him in between hums of approval. ]
I do not doubt that, yet I would know them... [If only so he understands better the times when Aemond is clearly trying to hint at something that is beyond Adar's ken. He fears he is going to have to start following Aemond's friends around and pilfering their romance books to see what someone their age and disposition might be seeking.
His hands slide back, settling on the curve of Aemond's arse as he temptingly grinds into Adar's cock, bringing it to full attention in a matter of moments, a soft moan lost in their kiss.] I wish to know your mind as well as I know every inch of your body.
[ Aemond has a hand buried in Adar's hair and another unbuckling his clothes, stuffing his hand under leather to seek out a warm chest to paw at. He sinks into their familiar rhythm, the frottage a delicious slowburn to counter the heated words at the tavern. ]
All you need do is ask. [ He is so reasonable! And breathlessly impatient. ] I want nothing more right now than to feel you inside me, I swear. I crave it.
You often dance away from whatever it is you craved if I do not understand it, even if I ask. [He reminds him, gently, even as he tugs his lip with his teeth and kisses him again. It isn't a soft, sweet kiss, it is claiming and sharp just like his hands are over the thin material of his trousers. He is fully intent on showing Aemond with his mouth just how thoroughly he will plunder him with his cock when he finally allows him to feel it inside of him. He will only relent to give him air, nothing less.]
[ The kiss stands, lingering and consuming and perfect, and it almost distracts him from cupping that face in his hands to insist, softly, ]
I know, I am sorry. [ His forehead rests on Adar's, a violet eye looking at a pair of green. He could tear off his clothes and his husband's go wild with lust and let the moment pass ... but he doesn't. ] I will be a better man for you in the future. Forgive my years.
You are always forgiven, long before you think to ask. [It should be a placating statement, in another life with another lover it would have been (not that he did ask), but Adar means it here and now, he knows when Aemond is being... Aemond, young, fierce, stubborn as all hell it is not to spite him but just how he is. He had known all of this well before they had even had their first kiss.]
[ He pushes down the back of his britches to expose himself, all while losing himself in kissing Adar again. Those scarred fingers are guided to the crack of his ass, Aemond's breath picking up through a mischievous grin. ]
Grab the oil and do me like this, as if the tavern were around us still.
[Back on track, Adar can relax more from fears of a sudden inquisition into his mental well-being over something that will not hurt him, even if it reminds him of darker times now and then. He chuckles softly when Aemond moves his hand, the skin beneath his rough fingers so smooth and welcoming.
The bottle is easy enough to get, they keep it so close at hand these days he does not even have to look away to grab it or remove the stopper and coat his fingers. He teases him with careful care, stroking between his cheeks and circling his hole there and then sinking one finger inside of him. It is not slow or overly gentle, despite the care he takes, and immediately he begins to move inside of him before adding a second finger to stretch him.]
You take me so well, [he purrs against his ear, his tongue leaving damp trails that cool under his breath over the curve of his ear.]
Ah, well, you see ... [ Watching Adar throughout being prepped, he sinks down on that finger and lets his body remember how to take him, a finger nothing and two like a pleasant ache after months of being regularly fucked. ] I was born in a land far, far away, [ gasping, he kisses him with a whimper, ] just for you, even though you knew me not.
[ He knows the curve and hard heat of his husband better than any other sensation and eagerly rides his fingers to help stretch himself out for it, keening under his breath. ]
I could believe it, [He kind of does, honestly. What, if not fate, could land them together when their worlds and lives were so separated from each other? There was no normal, mundane way they could come together like this or even have passed each other on the street.
He fucks him with his fingers, altering the angle of both his fingers and Aemond's hips as he does, crooking his fingers to find just the right spot and focus on it, unrelentingly.] Every noise you make follows me into my dreams. And the taste of you... the sight of you...
[ His head tips back as a fissure of pleasure rushes up his spine, rutting down insistently when Adar starts playing him like a well-known instrument. He grips the front of a tunic for balance and grinds down, hips flicking as his leather britches strain across the front of his thighs, hot words catching behind his bitten lips. ]
Gods know, I would have ridden you on the Iron Throne for all to see ...
[ He's ready and being greedy, frown easing out. Aemond has to kiss him again, pouring a moan into the heat of his husband's mouth. ]
What a perilous sight that would be. [From what he knows if they managed that without impaling themselves they might well deserve the seat. It seemed a fraught thing to have for a throne.
Even as they kiss, Adar is not distracted. He is set on making his husband come undone, holding his hips at the right angle with one hand and now all but pounding into him with his other, driving his calloused fingers over that spot again and again as his cock presses against his trousers, desire making his blood run almost molten hot.]
[ A breathy Hah leaves him before he starts to lose control, clinging to Adar as he's worked up and he knows what his husband is doing, the sneaky elf. Aemond tugs back on Adar's hair in a fist, giving him a little shake to get his attention as those fingers are ridden hard. ]
Do not let me come alone, get inside me!
[ With great self-control, he raises his hips and immediately cries out, clenching down on nothing and hating it. ]
And what if I want you to? [He asks, but it has equal parts demand in it as he drags him back down, slick fingers teasing his hole again.] What if I enjoy ruining your sweet little plans because I know you so well that you cannot help but find your pleasure first?
You wanted to be used. [He says, slipping his fingers inside of him and resuming fucking him, this time hard and fast and entirely without mercy.] Come for me.
[ Any plans to hold his composure and be mildly romantic about pretending to fuck Adar in the tavern to the aghast gazes of onlookers are scuppered the moment he's filled again, crying out and tucking his face away in Adar's hair as Aemond is unable to pull away. He digs his nails into Adar's clothes, annoyed and far too aroused to stop him, bucking his hips weakly as he's fucked hard and forced to come with a shudder that keeps him curled around his husband, a weak hiss of Bastard lost in the blistering pleasure that gets his cock spilling untouched between them.
He's a wreck on Adar's lap, smacking him on the back to get his fingers to slow when he can't take it anymore, overstimulated and lax as his weight sags in place. ]
[It is just as wonderous to watch him come now as it was the first time, to hear him, to feel the way his body quakes ass he spills between their bodies.] Good boy. [He coos softly,] my sweet love [He whispers it in both Sindarin and as close as he can manage in Valyrian. Only when Aemond tries to beat him does he slow then stop, freeing him of his hand that instead rests on his lower back.]
[ Grumbling under his breath, he nuzzles a cheek and lifts his head only to kiss him with a smooch of mild annoyance. Adar can use all the sweet names he wants, psh. ]
That was mean.
[ Unexpected, more like. Pouting, Aemond sits up and nods to the bed, tired out (and this is the man who declared he wanted to be treated like a broodmare not an hour ago). ]
Let me lie back, my legs ache.
[ He's going to be a princess because that's what Adar deserves, the ... sexy jackass. ]
You asked me to be much meaner to you than that. Do you think broodmares get much say in the matter? [He asks, but even as he teases him he helps him move to the bed, laying him out on the mattress.
Adar could ruin him by giving him what he actually asked for, beyond what Aemond could understand.
Once he is safely abed, Adar gets up and takes off his clothes and boots, his cock is still hard, precum leaking from it but he acts like it is not a problem when he lays in bed beside Aemond and kisses a line along his collarbone.]
[ It might, in fact. He kicks off his tangled britches and despite all his complaining Aemond winds around Adar to welcome him into his space, hips arching to give that neglected erection something to rut against in the line of his iliac curve. He combs through dark hair, soft sounds of pleasure floating to the canopy of their bed as he relaxes and rides out the tail-end of his orgasm. ]
I could handle it. [ His hands map out the scars he knows so well on that lean elven body, kneading down a back. ] Being a ... mare.
[ He can't bring himself to say the whole dumb thing, reddening. ]
Hmmmn. [If you say so, beloved, his tone says even though the words do not leave his lips. He gladly curls close to him now, happy to be near him even if his cock aches for more, barely allowing himself to even rock his hips against the smooth flesh that tempts him.]
You are too cute to be assigned such duties. [Look at that blushing! Adar presses kisses all over his cheeks, nuzzling him.]
[ Bah! Flustered, he tries to squash him in a hug and shove him off, giving up nearly immediately with a huff as he's fussed over and given cause to redden even further. ]
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[ He kicks off his boots, rolling around to undress and hurl his belts to a corner, tunic hauled up off his back. Aemond curls down on his knees to seek out another kiss, slow and hungry. ]
What we say in a heated moment need not define what we want to do, no matter how sincere the desire at the time.
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Do you think I do not want you? [He asks him, grabbing him by the front waist of his trousers and pulling him onto his lap where he is still half hard just from talk and kisses.] That I do not want to give you the things you so seldom ask for? I know desires lurk in that wicked little mind that I have yet to untangle and you will not just tell me.
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[ He says it in Adar's lap, nose to nose as they kiss and share breaths, the press of a cock against the seat of Aemond's trousers getting him grinding down on autopilot even as he winds his fingers into Adar's hair. Flushed like a rose beneath his mussed hair, he kisses him in between hums of approval. ]
My husband ...
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His hands slide back, settling on the curve of Aemond's arse as he temptingly grinds into Adar's cock, bringing it to full attention in a matter of moments, a soft moan lost in their kiss.] I wish to know your mind as well as I know every inch of your body.
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to paw at. He sinks into their familiar rhythm, the frottage a delicious slowburn to counter the heated words at the tavern. ]
All you need do is ask. [ He is so reasonable! And breathlessly impatient. ] I want nothing more right now than to feel you inside me, I swear. I crave it.
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I know, I am sorry. [ His forehead rests on Adar's, a violet eye looking at a pair of green. He could tear off his clothes and his husband's go wild with lust and let the moment pass ... but he doesn't. ] I will be a better man for you in the future. Forgive my years.
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[ He pushes down the back of his britches to expose himself, all while losing himself in kissing Adar again. Those scarred fingers are guided to the crack of his ass, Aemond's breath picking up through a mischievous grin. ]
Grab the oil and do me like this, as if the tavern were around us still.
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The bottle is easy enough to get, they keep it so close at hand these days he does not even have to look away to grab it or remove the stopper and coat his fingers. He teases him with careful care, stroking between his cheeks and circling his hole there and then sinking one finger inside of him. It is not slow or overly gentle, despite the care he takes, and immediately he begins to move inside of him before adding a second finger to stretch him.]
You take me so well, [he purrs against his ear, his tongue leaving damp trails that cool under his breath over the curve of his ear.]
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[ He knows the curve and hard heat of his husband better than any other sensation and eagerly rides his fingers to help stretch himself out for it, keening under his breath. ]
As you were made for me.
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He fucks him with his fingers, altering the angle of both his fingers and Aemond's hips as he does, crooking his fingers to find just the right spot and focus on it, unrelentingly.] Every noise you make follows me into my dreams. And the taste of you... the sight of you...
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Gods know, I would have ridden you on the Iron Throne for all to see ...
[ He's ready and being greedy, frown easing out. Aemond has to kiss him again, pouring a moan into the heat of his husband's mouth. ]
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Even as they kiss, Adar is not distracted. He is set on making his husband come undone, holding his hips at the right angle with one hand and now all but pounding into him with his other, driving his calloused fingers over that spot again and again as his cock presses against his trousers, desire making his blood run almost molten hot.]
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Do not let me come alone, get inside me!
[ With great self-control, he raises his hips and immediately cries out, clenching down on nothing and hating it. ]
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[ He grunts, biting his lip as he's teased, buckling forward with arms around his lover as his head bows in a wave of silver hair. ]
Adar, do n-not ...
[ Torn between sitting up and lowering his hips, he turns his head and bites at the tip of a ragged ear, muffling a growl. ]
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He's a wreck on Adar's lap, smacking him on the back to get his fingers to slow when he can't take it anymore, overstimulated and lax as his weight sags in place. ]
Mmmrrrrnnn ...
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You are such a lovely thing.
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That was mean.
[ Unexpected, more like. Pouting, Aemond sits up and nods to the bed, tired out (and this is the man who declared he wanted to be treated like a broodmare not an hour ago). ]
Let me lie back, my legs ache.
[ He's going to be a princess because that's what Adar deserves, the ... sexy jackass. ]
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Adar could ruin him by giving him what he actually asked for, beyond what Aemond could understand.
Once he is safely abed, Adar gets up and takes off his clothes and boots, his cock is still hard, precum leaking from it but he acts like it is not a problem when he lays in bed beside Aemond and kisses a line along his collarbone.]
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[ It might, in fact. He kicks off his tangled britches and despite all his complaining Aemond winds around Adar to welcome him into his space, hips arching to give that neglected erection something to rut against in the line of his iliac curve. He combs through dark hair, soft sounds of pleasure floating to the canopy of their bed as he relaxes and rides out the tail-end of his orgasm. ]
I could handle it. [ His hands map out the scars he knows so well on that lean elven body, kneading down a back. ] Being a ... mare.
[ He can't bring himself to say the whole dumb thing, reddening. ]
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You are too cute to be assigned such duties. [Look at that blushing! Adar presses kisses all over his cheeks, nuzzling him.]
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I'm not cute!
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