[ Perhaps in part it is the sin in saying it. Knowing the sept and the stars would weep to know the transgressions between mother and son. The deepest parts of him who dared never to disobey so openly finds his fingers plunged deep into of rebellion he never so much has tried to touch. It's exhilarating. To hold her in a commanding fashion with his hand at her nape, fingers snared into auburn curls and scratching at her scalp. His other hand wrapped at her hip, for as much as she pushes herself to grind at him he in part is dragging her. His hips writhing upward against her. Desperate and wanting.
Her hips tremble around him and his arms tighten around her as she clutches around him. Breath hot and nearly drowning in the sea of her hair, his chest vibrates with dry moans mingled in panting breaths. Aemond's mouth snaps shut into a deep hitching hiss as her fingers pull into the roots of his hair, nails digging at his skin. Holding onto each other tightly as the pleasure mounts and spills over. She arrives first, the sweet tenderness of her noises and the sound of his name on her lips come first. Thighs vibrating around him and gentle twitching along his length, milking out little moans from her in every stroke.
He follows her soon after. Gentle affirmation lost on his lips as the pleasure is choked out of him. The strength of his arms tightening a score around her tighter as it rips through him. The sputtering of seed slipping between their pressed bellies. The slowing undulations of their bodies wracking him dry. As they roll to a stop, he feels basked in warmth and plush flesh resting all around him. Exhausted and content and loved in stillness that threats the bed to swallow him from underneath.
The prince's grip lessens on her flesh but does not stray far, resting and idle as the silence fills with the harmony of soft breaths. He has hair in his mouth but he doesn't care. Tired, his head tips to rest against hers. ]
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Her hips tremble around him and his arms tighten around her as she clutches around him. Breath hot and nearly drowning in the sea of her hair, his chest vibrates with dry moans mingled in panting breaths. Aemond's mouth snaps shut into a deep hitching hiss as her fingers pull into the roots of his hair, nails digging at his skin. Holding onto each other tightly as the pleasure mounts and spills over. She arrives first, the sweet tenderness of her noises and the sound of his name on her lips come first. Thighs vibrating around him and gentle twitching along his length, milking out little moans from her in every stroke.
He follows her soon after. Gentle affirmation lost on his lips as the pleasure is choked out of him. The strength of his arms tightening a score around her tighter as it rips through him. The sputtering of seed slipping between their pressed bellies. The slowing undulations of their bodies wracking him dry. As they roll to a stop, he feels basked in warmth and plush flesh resting all around him. Exhausted and content and loved in stillness that threats the bed to swallow him from underneath.
The prince's grip lessens on her flesh but does not stray far, resting and idle as the silence fills with the harmony of soft breaths. He has hair in his mouth but he doesn't care. Tired, his head tips to rest against hers. ]