Taught You
Notes: More Natan x Aamon content or no?
Warning: Talking him through it, Hand Job, Natan top, Aamon whimpering, sub/dom kinda?
Taught you:
“If you keep going like this, you’re not going to last,” Natan warned, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The time traveler was soft even when teasing. All he could do was stare as he caressed the cheek of his lover.
It’s been too long.
He watched Aamon’s back slack against the headboard, his face flushed in lust. Ash blue eyes were heavy in pleasure as his teeth dug into his lip in frustration. He was trying to listen, and to Natan it was the cutest thing.
Natan’s hand cupped Aamon’s chin, pulling him closer in order to plant a swift kiss on his lips. The prince wanted more but knew better than to ask for it.
Right now, his hand pumped his cock lazily. His royal wear was down to his ankles. It took too much time to take them off, time he didn’t want to waste. Natan has been gone for months, and now that he’s back, there’s a lot of tension to release.
“I’m t-trying.” Aamon slurred, his free hand scrunching the royal blue sheets beneath him. His mind was fuzzy with pleasure, barely able to hang on to the one thing that makes him insane.
Aamon Paxley, a man known for being a prodigy in magic, can only be brought to his knees by one person. A person known for being as pristine as him. Little did the public know, the prodigy is struggling not to hump his hand because of one of the most knowledgeable people in the world.
“You’re not doing it how I taught you.” Natan sighed, his hand laying on top of Aamon’s. His fingers wrapped around his lover, guiding his hand to make nice and slow thrusts. “Keep like that.” Natan cooed, his other hand rubbing up and down his lover’s side.
Toned abs and legs were drenched in sweat, too untouched for Aamon’s liking. “F-Fuck, please, I need more.” The prince whimpered, his voice raw with passion.
His head tilted up further, eyes pressing shut as Natan’s hand squeezed harder around his. The time traveler hummed as he closed the distance between. “Naughty words for such a prince. What will I ever do about that tongue of yours?”
Natan looked into his lover’s eyes like a claimed temptation. His lips parted, pressing into Aamon’s before devouring him. Natan’s eyes squeezed, sucking on the prince’s tongue as he groaned into his mouth. The kiss was unfitting for a royal. So was the cock throbbing between them.
When parted, Natan’s eyes slowly blinked open. Drool peaked past Aamon’s lips, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “I c-can’t do this anymore.” The prince cried, his cold exterior decimated by his heat.
“Then come over here.” Natan gestured, sitting back as his hands left Aamon’s body. He sat against the headboard by Aamon’s side before he got up to sit on his lover’s lap.
He always found this part humiliating. Being taught how to please himself the way Natan wants him to. In actuality, Aamon likes this portion. He likes being bossed around for a change.
With his back slacked against Natan’s clothed chest, the prince let out a wet moan when familiar hands touched his cock. Nimble fingers traced the veins of his erection, lightly touching the sensitive skin. They wrapped around him as the time traveler’s other hand pressed against his lower stomach. “You should feel it here,” Natan whispered into his lover’s ear.
Soft lips caressed the shell of Aamon’s ear. The prince’s teeth bit down when feeling the sensation of his touch. Slow and teasing, the hand went up and down. “I know… Natan I know…”
Heat consumed the pair; wet noises and constant moans flooded the room. They echoed in the royal chambers. It was filthy and defiant, something Aamon’s younger self would pass out hearing. He’s grown and changed.
Now he finds himself brought to his knees by the man who taught him magic in his early 20s. A man known for being as powerful as he is knowledgeable.
“If you know, then you can take more.” Lustful words made redder add to the prince’s face.
Nimble fingers twisted and pinched Aamon’s nipples. They teased his skin, adding more heat to his body. “Breathe.” Soft lips spoke before trailing their way down pure flesh. They attacked his neck and marked whatever they could find.
“I can’t take it anymore.” Aamon whined as his eyes squeezed shut.
Raw moans flooded his lips as he tainted Natan’s hands. Rough touches teased his tip, pushing down and smearing the cum oozing from his throbbing cock.
His hand rose up, from the base to the tip as it throbbed in his hand. “There you go.” Natan eased, his hand pushing back down. He helped him through his orgasm, watching with a smirk on his lips.
When Aamon’s breathing settled, the tension shifted. The prince moved, naked and still hot, he turned to face Natan. “What’s with that look?” The lover asked, his hands to his lips as he slowly sucked the cum from his fingers. Aamon watched carefully, seeing his sinful hands be cleaned in a amatory manner.
“It’s your fault for keeping me waiting.” Aamon’s hands trailed Natan’s body, taking off his pants.
“You taught me how to be dirty Natan. Let me show you.”
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