[ It is dark and depraved. May the shame take him later when his skin is cold and they have parted. For now, it is simple to give into the heat of it. This one thing for himself. May she change her mind come morning and never look at him the same. Marry him off to the weakest allied house they held in the Seven Kingdoms to fulfil his duties as her son. He would not blame her, but now he knows in the ways he might miss her if she did.
Hearing his name on her lips, the way she eagerly grinds down against his hand. As much as it is sinful she is beautiful when she does it. It feels gifted when she admits to him how its made her feel. Therein lies a deeper knowledge that her bed had been cold and neglectful. Another soured notion for abandonment that should neither disappoint or surprise him.
For as much as he has given her, it too grants him some worthiness he'd felt lacking. Rolling with the eager motion of her body down to the tight grip in his hair draws a sharp breath through his teeth. Lips curling into a small smile, bridled with pride.
A smile that bristles as her hand closes around him, releasing him from the tightness plaguing his breeches. Aemond bites down on his own lip as his chin tips down. The weight of her shifting around in his lap as he steadies his other hand along her thigh to keep her anchored. Resisting the urge to buck up into her hand. As her fingers lift up the length of him, she almost feels as though she's lifting away out of his reach. A dry noise dies in the back of his throat as he tips his chin up towards her again.]
You deserve to feel this way. [ He utters quiet and slow, wetting his lips as he grapples his breath. Cupping his hand underneath her to grind his palm upward. Fingers coaxing. Only vaguely able to recall the tenants of what brings a woman pleasure. He relies mostly on the cant of her hips and where the nerves flare up to the flutter in her eyes when he hits it just right.
His mouth is dry and wanting. And while there is something frustratingly enrapturing about the way she keeps him just out of reach. He can't help but ask this time.] Please.
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Hearing his name on her lips, the way she eagerly grinds down against his hand. As much as it is sinful she is beautiful when she does it. It feels gifted when she admits to him how its made her feel. Therein lies a deeper knowledge that her bed had been cold and neglectful. Another soured notion for abandonment that should neither disappoint or surprise him.
For as much as he has given her, it too grants him some worthiness he'd felt lacking. Rolling with the eager motion of her body down to the tight grip in his hair draws a sharp breath through his teeth. Lips curling into a small smile, bridled with pride.
A smile that bristles as her hand closes around him, releasing him from the tightness plaguing his breeches. Aemond bites down on his own lip as his chin tips down. The weight of her shifting around in his lap as he steadies his other hand along her thigh to keep her anchored. Resisting the urge to buck up into her hand. As her fingers lift up the length of him, she almost feels as though she's lifting away out of his reach. A dry noise dies in the back of his throat as he tips his chin up towards her again.]
You deserve to feel this way. [ He utters quiet and slow, wetting his lips as he grapples his breath. Cupping his hand underneath her to grind his palm upward. Fingers coaxing. Only vaguely able to recall the tenants of what brings a woman pleasure. He relies mostly on the cant of her hips and where the nerves flare up to the flutter in her eyes when he hits it just right.
His mouth is dry and wanting. And while there is something frustratingly enrapturing about the way she keeps him just out of reach. He can't help but ask this time.] Please.