This is an AegonxAemond short story, something I wrote a while back and thought I’d share! It has mentions of sex, targcest and a sex toy, do not read if you are a minor or do not like this content!
It was getting later in the evening and Aemond was sat in bed with an old book, deep in his reading while the embers of the fire crackled in the background. The room was dimly lit, just enough that he could see the words on the pages. Reading calmed Aemond, his mind silencing for a while as he indulged in his books. His eyepatch was discarded onto the bedside table, his hair handing loosely along his face as he stared down at the pages. It wasn’t often that he looked calm, but while he was alone his usually stoic mask slipped.
The door of his chambers being opened pulled Aemond from his peace, and he looked up to see Aegon stumbling inside. His eye narrowed, and he slowly closed his book as the door thudded shut and Aegon looked towards the bed with that stupid drunken grin of his. “Ah…it- it seems I have finally found you, b-brother…” he murmured, making his way over to the bed. He plopped down next to Aemond, who leaned away to avoid the musk of wine that engulfed his brother.
A giggle left Aegon’s lips, and he leaned closer to Aemond. “Would…would you believe that I-I stumbled into three different rooms before I got here?” He said, his voice lowering as if he was telling a secret. Aemond looked at Aegon, an unimpressed look in his eye. “Yes, that does sound believable.” He replied, putting his book aside. “And why, pray tell, have you stumbled into my chambers instead of your own?” Aemond questioned, watching Aegon sway slightly as he sat there.
“Oh!” Aegon exclaimed drunkenly, moving his cloak and grabbing something that was clipped into to his belt. “I-I found a…relic, of sorts…” he mumbled, holding up an object made from chain and leather. “A whore…gods…what was her name?…” Aemond had to resist rolling his eye as Aegon began to mumble out names, his eye flickering to the object in his hand. “O-Oh, I can’t bloody remember. Anyway, this whore gave me this years ago and I thought…we could try it out…” Aegon suggested, holding the object out to Aemond.
His eye widened, and he stared from Aegon to the chain; seeming a bit bewildered. “And why do you think I want to try this with you? Why can you not ask one of your whores to use it with you?” Aemond asked, seeming a bit reluctant. A cheeky grin came to Aegon’s lips, and he waved the chain in the air slightly. “Don’t seem so bashful now, brother…” he said, shifting closer to Aemond. “This won’t be the first time we’ve…indulged in each other…” he murmured, a hint of husk to his voice now.
Aemond looked down at the object, then back to at Aegon; his eye lingering for a moment as Aegon pointed out a very true fact. He wanted to refuse him, to push him out of his rooms and lock the door. But he found himself…intrigued. “What does this do, exactly?” Aemond asked, taking the chain from Aegon’s hand and looking at it. “Y-You put it around your neck, and someone can pull it while f-fucking you…” Aegon explained simply, his speech still slurring quite a bit.
Aemond considered Aegon’s words for a moment, his fingers moving along the leather of the chain choker. He felt his heart quicken at the thought of using it on Aegon, the image of him weak and helplessly tied up, sent a wave of arousal through him. Aegon knew that look in Aemond’s eye, even while drunk, and he knew what that meant. “It…seems I have your attention now, hm?” He murmured, his hand moving to trail up the bare section of Aemond’s chest as he leaned closer.
Aemond glanced down at Aegon’s hand, his eye trailing along his arm until he met Aegon’s drunken gaze. He knew he shouldn’t, not while Aegon was drunk, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He closed the gap, his lips finding Aegon’s roughly. The kiss was fiery, filled with a sense of deep desire and need. Aegon’s hand moved to tangle into Aemond’s hair, tugging it and making him grunt and part his lips for his tongue to explore his mouth.
Their tongues warred for dominance, Aegon’s mouth tasting strongly of grape and alcohol, and Aemond moved his free hand to Aegon’s neck. He gripped it, squeezing slightly which pulled a needy moan from Aegon’s throat. Aegon moved his hands, unclipping his cloak and tossing it aside before climbing onto Aemond’s lap. The kiss broke as Aegon straddled him, his breath coming out in short, quiet puffs from the kiss.
Aemond looked up at Aegon, who was looking down at him with a drunken, lustful smile. The kiss had aroused Aemond, and Aegon could feel how hard he was already. He rolled his hips forward, lightly grinding against the bulge to tease Aemond. He gritted his teeth, looking up at Aegon as he teased him. “You know I do not care for being teased…” he growled lowly, his hands moving to Aegon’s hips to halt his movements. He leaned down towards Aemond, smirking slightly. “Do something about it then.” He challenged.
A growl rattled through Aemond’s throat again, and he shoved Aegon backwards off his lap. A laugh left Aegon’s lips as he fell backwards, his back pressed into the mattress as Aemond loomed over him. He used his knee to part Aegon’s legs, the robe that Aemond was wearing loosening slightly as he moved. Aegon’s gaze flickered down to Aemond’s chest as his rode slipped open, biting his lower lip lightly as he took in his brother’s naked form beneath the thin silken material.
“Perhaps you were expecting me…” he murmured teasingly, pulling lightly on the ties of the robe so it opened completely. Aemond’s eye narrowed, and he moved his hands to his wrists; moving Aegon’s hands above his head and pinning them there. He leaned closer, strands of his long hair falling into his face as he captured Aegon’s lips with his own again. The kiss was once again fierce, aemond biting down on Aegon’s lower lip before pulling away.
“Perhaps, you should not tease me…” Aemond whispered lowly, his mouth moving closer to Aegon’s ear. “I’ll have to punish you if you continue…” he whispered, his lips grazing against Aegon’s ear as he spoke so intimately. Aegon whimpered, the noise needy and almost desperate. He tried to move his hands from Aemond’s grip, but he couldn’t match his strength so he looked up at him with helplessly lustful eyes. Aemond smirked at Aegon’s sudden obedience, moving to hold both his wrists with one of his hands, while the other moved down to the bulge in Aegon’s trousers. “Hm…” he hummed, caressing it with the palm of his hand. Aegon whimpered again, his hips immediately jerking up in need of more of his touch.
Aemond pulled his hand back slightly, raising a brow. Aegon groaned in response, looking up at him with a needy gaze. He had definitely seemed to sober up quickly. “Please…” he pleaded, his tone a bit whiny. He jerked his hips up again, since he was still helplessly being held down, and Aemond moved his hand to unbuckle Aegon’s trousers. He watched with anticipation as Aemond skilfully used one hand to take his trousers off, his cock now freed and readily hard.
“So needy…so ready for me, hm…” Aemond whispered, moving his hand to Aegon’s cock and wrapping his hand around it; his thumb circling the tip and spreading the slick along the skin. Aegon moaned softly, his body arching upward at the intimate contact. “F-Fuck…” he murmured, his breathing quickening slightly as Aemond stroked him slowly. His body ached for more, he wanted more, and he didn’t know how much more teasing he could take…
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