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Æmond 𝕋argaryen — ᴏɴᴇ-ᴇʏᴇ, ᴋɪɴsʟᴀʏᴇʀ. ([personal profile] dohaeras) wrote2029-10-22 04:12 pm
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-10-27 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-10-27 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] callmeadar 2022-10-27 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[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.