[ She speaks of needs Aemond sees reflected in himself. It felt good to feel desired, to be seen, to be wanted. He was a middle child with one eye. A second son left on the fringes of his family with Daeron in Oldtown, with his brother and sister to be their successor . And potentially one day king and queen of the realm. Long has he felt set aside, despite how hard he has tried to supplant his worth. Despite her love for him, as smothering as it can feel, didn’t feed the hole in his heart as much as it does for her to look at him now. The kinship that she feels the same.
If he wasn’t hard by the time she gets to him, it quickens under the pull of her hand. A steady breath rises in his lungs as he shifts and settles among the cushions. By the time she meets his gaze, his blue is already glassy with lust. Her dedication to leave him satisfied causes a curl of his lips. Feeling the amp of anticipation rising in his chest as she shifts and settles any takes him into her mouth. ]
Seven hells— [ he curses, but there’s breath barely in his lungs to sound it. Her mouth is soft and warm. The drag of her tongue, warbled by the hum in her throat, is enough to cause his eye to flutter shut. He wants to watch, but at the same time he lets the song of pleasure take its trip on him. A moment thinking he could just simply die like this in the way her tongue wraps around the head.
The prince doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They drag along the tops of his thighs beside her before finding purchase into a cushion beside him. Something about relinquishing the control, allowing her to take the command of his pleasure without coaxing or pulling at her. He throws a pillow behind him to sink back into . Elbow anchored next to the carved partition that lets in the light of the city as they pass. The smallfolk wandering beside in the street so close but oblivious to the depravity they’ve subjected themselves to.
He tries now, to watch her through a heavy lidded eye. Curls tickling the fabric of his breeches as she moves. A soft moan coaxes out of his throat is as all an encouragement he can give at the moment. Trying not to slip and melt into the floor beneath her. He tries to hold on, to not let pleasure take him too swiftly.]
May the night come swiftly. [ He manages to say between deep and steady breaths. ] So I can repay this reverence.
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If he wasn’t hard by the time she gets to him, it quickens under the pull of her hand. A steady breath rises in his lungs as he shifts and settles among the cushions. By the time she meets his gaze, his blue is already glassy with lust. Her dedication to leave him satisfied causes a curl of his lips. Feeling the amp of anticipation rising in his chest as she shifts and settles any takes him into her mouth. ]
Seven hells— [ he curses, but there’s breath barely in his lungs to sound it. Her mouth is soft and warm. The drag of her tongue, warbled by the hum in her throat, is enough to cause his eye to flutter shut. He wants to watch, but at the same time he lets the song of pleasure take its trip on him. A moment thinking he could just simply die like this in the way her tongue wraps around the head.
The prince doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They drag along the tops of his thighs beside her before finding purchase into a cushion beside him. Something about relinquishing the control, allowing her to take the command of his pleasure without coaxing or pulling at her. He throws a pillow behind him to sink back into . Elbow anchored next to the carved partition that lets in the light of the city as they pass. The smallfolk wandering beside in the street so close but oblivious to the depravity they’ve subjected themselves to.
He tries now, to watch her through a heavy lidded eye. Curls tickling the fabric of his breeches as she moves. A soft moan coaxes out of his throat is as all an encouragement he can give at the moment. Trying not to slip and melt into the floor beneath her. He tries to hold on, to not let pleasure take him too swiftly.]
May the night come swiftly. [ He manages to say between deep and steady breaths. ] So I can repay this reverence.