[ Everything feels like fire and it blinds him. With the pleasure too mounts a frustration, swirling in a miasma of thought. One that might try to push an image of his mother out of his mind and replace it with any of the ladies at court. Someone less damning. Any of those sweet simple minded girls that often try to draw his attention in passing. It doesn't work, if anything it seems to only set him back farther. This sort of thing never came too naturally for Aemond. He lacks his brother's appetite. When the urge often comes, it is more a simple release than a relish in fantasy.
Aemond. He hears her voice again like some phantom echo of a memory. Half drowned under the rustle of his sheets as he digs his heel into the bed to cant his hips further into his hand. Feeling both close enough and yet still too far. A mumbled curse groans out from underneath gentle panting. His chin lifts a moment to watch himself, stroking and molding long fingers along the head. Catching the slickness of precum between them.
Aemond stiffens as soon as his head curls back into the dampness of his hair, catching sight of emerald green out of the corner of his eye. A split second he thinks it maybe another twisted phantom lurking in his memory, but Alicent comes quickly into vision as his head whips towards her. Flushed and bathed in golden light. Expression something unreadable as he stares straight into it. Something in that sends a jolt down his spine, twinging somewhere deep.]
Mothβ[ he breathes, the word no more than a scraping that fades in the back of his throat. He doesn't know how long he holds her gaze there, the time feels slow and dragging. As if idle and without thought nor reason, his hand continues to brush along the length of himself. Livened at the twistedness that pulls deep in his gut at the sight of her. At the sight of her staring at him like this.
It's no more than a few dragging strokes before reason punches through the cloud of his mind. The young prince forces himself to roll away from her with a groan that may as well be a growl. Curling over himself both attempts for modesty and to quell himself. His sweaty forehead pushing into cool blankets. Face now flushing with shame. ]
Why are you here? [ His voice sounds ragged, frustrated, but mostly confused. Cobbling together some semblance of formal address as though she'd walked in on him doing literally anything else. Seven hells. How long had she been there watching him? ]
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Aemond. He hears her voice again like some phantom echo of a memory. Half drowned under the rustle of his sheets as he digs his heel into the bed to cant his hips further into his hand. Feeling both close enough and yet still too far. A mumbled curse groans out from underneath gentle panting. His chin lifts a moment to watch himself, stroking and molding long fingers along the head. Catching the slickness of precum between them.
Aemond stiffens as soon as his head curls back into the dampness of his hair, catching sight of emerald green out of the corner of his eye. A split second he thinks it maybe another twisted phantom lurking in his memory, but Alicent comes quickly into vision as his head whips towards her. Flushed and bathed in golden light. Expression something unreadable as he stares straight into it. Something in that sends a jolt down his spine, twinging somewhere deep.]
Mothβ[ he breathes, the word no more than a scraping that fades in the back of his throat. He doesn't know how long he holds her gaze there, the time feels slow and dragging. As if idle and without thought nor reason, his hand continues to brush along the length of himself. Livened at the twistedness that pulls deep in his gut at the sight of her. At the sight of her staring at him like this.
It's no more than a few dragging strokes before reason punches through the cloud of his mind. The young prince forces himself to roll away from her with a groan that may as well be a growl. Curling over himself both attempts for modesty and to quell himself. His sweaty forehead pushing into cool blankets. Face now flushing with shame. ]
Why are you here? [ His voice sounds ragged, frustrated, but mostly confused. Cobbling together some semblance of formal address as though she'd walked in on him doing literally anything else. Seven hells. How long had she been there watching him? ]