[ Any argumentativeness or bad mood can resoundingly be fucked out of Aemond in short order, especially by someone as charismatic and powerful as Adar. He buries his groans in the pillow as he's toyed with, only turning his head to let out a moan loud enough to fill the room once his lover has stopped teasing him to distraction (his cock is achingly hard yet again, it's practically unfair) and sinks inside. Aemond arches to take him, appreciating the slower slide as they find the best angle, and grips the blankets for purchase when Adar fucks him like he couldn't wait to do it for a second time. He tries to tighten around him whenever Adar starts getting noisy, using all his experience atop a wide saddle to buck back and meet each thrust, his parted lips against the pillow smearing a spot of drool.
He might have a dragon but he doesn't wield the greater power between them, and he does want to apologise for laughing at Adar's name ... even if it is a little funny when he moans it. ]
[It must have pleased him, for Adar gets no witty banter in reply (unless the use of his name now counts, he supposes) to his words aside from the moans that fall readily from Aemond's mouth and the way his body clenches around him, testing even Uruk or Elven self-control.
But Aemond had specifically wanted to be ridden so hard he was driven into the bed, and so Adar sets his mind to that purpose. In spite of his own moans, the obvious way his cock reacts to every thrust, every pull of that tight body teasing him, Adar does not yield a single moment. Determined to ride his silver dragon until he wants no more, until his seed spills onto the pillow beneath his hips until he shudders unmistakably around his hot, hard cock.]
You are incredible, Aemond. [His true name, more because Adar thinks he will enjoy hearing it than because he thinks the epessë was worth any less. His voice was a low rumble, like a storm brewing in the distance. It was heavy with want, with affection, perhaps even with love as his thumb strokes circles on the hip he is holding, helping support Aemond in case he tires or the pillow moves.]
[ Pampered, petted, given every right to every order in his bedchambers before, he has never been dominated because the person who tried would have been too nervous of making a wrong move, not even scared of punishment later but Aemond in the moment. So, it's a uniquely exquisite experience to be pushed down and have his hips hoisted like he weighs nothing, dragged back over Adar's cock until he feels raw with it and trembles on the bed, quaking legs too weak but held up by his lover's strength anyway. ]
Adar, I ... [ You're the incredible one, he thinks. Muffled by the pillow, he moans. ] My hair, grab it. Help me up.
[ Just so he can raise his head and breathe; and maybe feel the sweet pain of having his hair pulled on. ]
[He is not just entirely unfrightened by Aemond, but he is immediately attentive, pausing half a moment at the different sound to his name–slight, but noticeable even though it falls into another moan before he can finish his sentence. He smiles, though his lover cannot see it, and leans forward to fulfil his request, wrapping his fingers in silver hair close to the base as not to hurt him too much, but not so gently that the yank when he pulls him up out of the pillow cannot be felt.]
Such a good little dragon. [He growls, feeling almost addicted to how he feels, wanting to take in his every reaction.] Mine...
[ The way he clenches around Adar as his head tips up sharply and the curve of his body pushes him back harder, it's all impossible to miss. It's too good, too much, it feels like Adar is practically in his guts, and he whimpers his name as he starts to come against the pillow mashed against his hips. The tremulous shiver milking Adar's cock has Aemond loosing a wail as he orgasms for the second time in an hour, flushed a rosy pink all over so his hair is the only part of him that looks pale. ]
[There it is. Adar moans as Aemond comes, shuddering around his cock. In a few short thrusts he spills his seed inside of him, moaning his name and his epessë, mingling elvish and common as he praises Aemond as his hips slow down and then stop. He releases his hair, and his hip, letting him collapse onto the bed fully so that he can lean down over him, his cock still buried deep and his weight kept off of his lover with one arm that rests on the bed as he kisses along his spine, up to the nape of his neck.] So good.
[ His eyelashes are spiked with tears from the sheer effort it took not to lose his mind, over-pleasured and shivering beneath Adar's weight. He finds one of his hands and grips it, too exhausted to do more as he starts to slip into a doze, more blacking out from coming so hard in so short a time again.
He mumbles Adar's name, body still squeezing reflexively around that spent cock while it remains hard and Aemond's heart is pounding in his chest. ]
[As much as he enjoyed the intimacy, after a minute or so he pulls his cock out of him, but stays hovered above him, kissing soft, damp lines over his skin and smoothing out his long silver hair with his hands. His own breath is uneven but quickly returning, Adar's concerns lay purely in how Aemond was doing.
He presses a kiss to his shoulder.]
I will run you that bath shortly and help you clean yourself up.
[The hot water would do him good... but Adar relents, he moves, rolling to the side and taking Aemond with him tight against his chest and bringing the blankets up around them both so he can nestle in the warmth between Adar and the heavy blanket.] Shh. Alright.
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He might have a dragon but he doesn't wield the greater power between them, and he does want to apologise for laughing at Adar's name ... even if it is a little funny when he moans it. ]
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But Aemond had specifically wanted to be ridden so hard he was driven into the bed, and so Adar sets his mind to that purpose. In spite of his own moans, the obvious way his cock reacts to every thrust, every pull of that tight body teasing him, Adar does not yield a single moment. Determined to ride his silver dragon until he wants no more, until his seed spills onto the pillow beneath his hips until he shudders unmistakably around his hot, hard cock.]
You are incredible, Aemond. [His true name, more because Adar thinks he will enjoy hearing it than because he thinks the epessë was worth any less. His voice was a low rumble, like a storm brewing in the distance. It was heavy with want, with affection, perhaps even with love as his thumb strokes circles on the hip he is holding, helping support Aemond in case he tires or the pillow moves.]
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Adar, I ... [ You're the incredible one, he thinks. Muffled by the pillow, he moans. ] My hair, grab it. Help me up.
[ Just so he can raise his head and breathe; and maybe feel the sweet pain of having his hair pulled on. ]
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Such a good little dragon. [He growls, feeling almost addicted to how he feels, wanting to take in his every reaction.] Mine...
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[ The way he clenches around Adar as his head tips up sharply and the curve of his body pushes him back harder, it's all impossible to miss. It's too good, too much, it feels like Adar is practically in his guts, and he whimpers his name as he starts to come against the pillow mashed against his hips. The tremulous shiver milking Adar's cock has Aemond loosing a wail as he orgasms for the second time in an hour, flushed a rosy pink all over so his hair is the only part of him that looks pale. ]
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He mumbles Adar's name, body still squeezing reflexively around that spent cock while it remains hard and Aemond's heart is pounding in his chest. ]
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He presses a kiss to his shoulder.]
I will run you that bath shortly and help you clean yourself up.
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[ Baths can wait, he wants to sleep in the arms of the only person he feels safe with, in this world or any other. ]
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