Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom
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Meme who? - Accepting always - @cruelprincae
The dragon kneels between his wicked thighs, the creamy smoothness of his skin crying out to touch, to tease, but Daemon holds himself back. He wants this to last, he wants Cardan, his little prince, to beg him to stop before he even begins. And already he's being such a good, good boy.
He could see why he drove men to madness as he stares down at his prone body, he's beautiful in ways that stun, ways that Daemon was familiar with. There's otherness in him that same as there was in the young Targaryen. They were both from worlds beyond, surviving in this world they didn't enjoy. Perhaps that's why he's been so drawn to him. Why he had to have him.
He wanted to ruin him, wrecked him in some deep, dark way that the rest of the realms could never touch. He wanted to make the prince his and his alone. The silk of the sheets seem rough and coarse against his hands now he's touched Cardan and the warrior prince wonders if silkworms throughout the lands were jealous. Surely, if they knew some silly prince was spun from a softness that made a would be king groan.. They'd take issue. Lucky for them it's only Daemon that has to live with this new knowledge. Calloused hands tug at the metal, the shining gold, that pins his arms above his head and he smiles lazily down at the fae. "..For tonight, my sweet prince.. You're mine.. And perhaps if you play your cards right.. I'll take you back to the Red Keep and keep you tied to my bed for years to come."