[ It is something in his motherโs touch that quells. Her mouth meets his with the roaring heat of fire. Fingertips capturing and dragging him in. He leans freely into her grasp, a hand finding her at the dip in her waist. Fingers splayed, thumb brushing up her ribs as she works to pull them down into the satin.
More and more. That is all Aemond could think to want. From the tender touch of her thumb against his scar to the soft snap of her teeth pulling against his lip. He leans into it, groaning quietly. She is a whole and warm body beneath him. Striking and divine. Auburn curls splayed out around her, the smell of soft flowers rising out from her.
It is deep within his nature to delve into chaos. He has the nature of a dragon, the boiling blood that calls his hand to wander her freely. Conflict and tempered by the complexities of their relationship. To want to devour her drag in soaring flames and heat of rapture. To want to submit himself to her, to revere her properly as a queen. As his mother. He is a young boy with simple pleasures. To want to join them, to become one flesh, is the natural course of temptation. But it is the one thing he wouldnโt ask.
Aemond is quiet a moment as he catches his breath. Chin tipped to allow her mouth to wander. His thumb runs underneath her breast. The bend of his elbow is the one thing keeping him from pressing fully flush with her. Between tangled legs and the press of himself between their hips, there isnโt much space left. Just the grazing of her nipples as her chest rises with breath. ]
I want to feel all of you. The movement of your hips, the shuddering of your pleasure. [ the prince whispers along her skin. He could grant himself that by simply lowering himself. By simply grinding his hips to hers. But it doesnโt always feel right, just taking. To command her directly for his own pleasure. Even if she might let him. It is a gate not yet opened and he is not meant to be the one to open it.]
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More and more. That is all Aemond could think to want. From the tender touch of her thumb against his scar to the soft snap of her teeth pulling against his lip. He leans into it, groaning quietly. She is a whole and warm body beneath him. Striking and divine. Auburn curls splayed out around her, the smell of soft flowers rising out from her.
It is deep within his nature to delve into chaos. He has the nature of a dragon, the boiling blood that calls his hand to wander her freely. Conflict and tempered by the complexities of their relationship. To want to devour her drag in soaring flames and heat of rapture. To want to submit himself to her, to revere her properly as a queen. As his mother. He is a young boy with simple pleasures. To want to join them, to become one flesh, is the natural course of temptation. But it is the one thing he wouldnโt ask.
Aemond is quiet a moment as he catches his breath. Chin tipped to allow her mouth to wander. His thumb runs underneath her breast. The bend of his elbow is the one thing keeping him from pressing fully flush with her. Between tangled legs and the press of himself between their hips, there isnโt much space left. Just the grazing of her nipples as her chest rises with breath. ]
I want to feel all of you. The movement of your hips, the shuddering of your pleasure. [ the prince whispers along her skin. He could grant himself that by simply lowering himself. By simply grinding his hips to hers. But it doesnโt always feel right, just taking. To command her directly for his own pleasure. Even if she might let him. It is a gate not yet opened and he is not meant to be the one to open it.]