This Lust Is A Burden That We Both Share - Rhaenyra x Alicent (explicit)
Summary: “Then ask the Mother to forgive you,” Rhaenyra said, parting from her skin only long enough to speak.
Dragon's Rubies - Rhaenyra x Alicent (explicit)
Summary: "You say such filthy things," Alicent scolded.
Kinktober Day One: Monsterfucking - Jacaerys x Cregan (explicit)
Summary: It had taken some convincing, but like most things, Jacaerys got what he wanted in the end.
Kinktober Day Two: Praise - Alicent x Criston (explicit)
Summary: Alicent isn't gentle with Criston and he doesn't need her to be. He can't help wanting gentle words sometimes, though
Kinktober Day Three: Wound Play - Aemond x Aegon (explicit)
Summary: Aegon always knows how to make a bad situation worse.
Kinktober Day Four: Somnophilia - Criston x Gwayne (explicit)
Summary: It wasn't that surprising, Gwayne supposed. The life of a knight tended to grow lonely and in the dark of the night, all the mind recognized was a warm body.
Kinktober Day Five: Hate Sex - Criston x Daemon (explicit)
Summary: Above all else, Daemon hated how smug Criston was.
Kinktober Day Six: Oral Sex - Martyn x Aegon (explicit)
Summary: If Martyn was thinking as a knight, he would care to find out who had defiled the king and taught him this. Thinking as a man, he was simply grateful Aegon had this knowledge.
Kinktober Day Seven: Creampie - Aegon x Tyland (explicit)
Summary: At first, Tyland had believed this was just another one of Aegon's jokes. It was a lot harder to write it off as a joke when Aegon was naked in his chambers, though.
Kinktober Day Eight: Mommy Kink - Rhaenyra x Aemond (explicit)
Summary: Rhaenyra had always loved being a mother.
Kinktober Day Nine: Dirty Talk - Davos x Aeron (explicit)
Summary: It was growing more and more common for them to do this, sneaking off in the middle of the night just to be close to one another.
Kinktober Day Ten: Overstimulation - Aemond x Aegon (explicit)
Summary: Whenever Aegon spent the evening, Aemond was grateful that the surrounding rooms were empty.
Kinktober Day Eleven: Threesome - Criston x Alicent x Helaena (explicit)
Summary: Alicent decides that Helaena deserves a moment of pleasure.
Heaven And Hell Were Words To Me - Viserys x Daemon (explicit)
Summary: Daemon always knew he would present as an alpha, although that had never stopped his relationship with Viserys.
What Must Be Must Be - Criston x Aegon (explicit)
Summary: It wasn't the first time they'd done this, but it was the first time Aegon had a purpose behind it.
says you owe me a debt - Aemond x Aegon (explicit)
The pain had been unbearable, but somehow, the discomfort that followed later was worse.
in wine there is truth - Criston x Aegon
Aegon knew that he was growing increasingly difficult to keep up with these days. Criston looked more tired than he ever had, but Aegon didn't know what else to do with himself now.
A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms
watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side - Aerion x Daeron
He couldn't tell if the fire still raged on or if he was simply in the aftermath of the disaster. His lungs burned, but still, he had to continue on. He only stopped when his feet hit something hard. Peering down, it took him a moment to realize what he was looking at.
soaked in sweat doused in desire - Baelor x Daeron x Maekar (explicit)
He was perfectly in the middle of it all, lacking the responsibilities that fell on both an alpha and an omega. He found it came with far less expectation and he was happy for it. But now here he was.
I See It Even With The Lights On - Aerion x Daeron (mature)
It had become a routine at this point and Aerion wasn't quite sure why he continued to let it happen.
You're The Sculptor - Aerion x Ser Donnel (explicit)
Aerion had a certain skill for making people feel smaller than they were.
"a dreamer," mourns her father (Maekar and Daeron)
It had been quite some time since Maekar held Daeron and yet, Daeron had always been his most sensitive child.
Warnings: Hallucinations, Harrenhal, blow jobs, come swallowing, canon-typical incest.
Summary: Hands on Daemon's body woke him up that night, immediately reaching for his sword. It was an instinct by now. Everything here had been hard to understand, frustrating and frightening all at once. He found himself more on edge, but a familiar laugh had his hand relaxing a bit.
Words: 1,179
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Hands on Daemon's body woke him up that night, immediately reaching for his sword. It was an instinct by now. Everything here had been hard to understand, frustrating and frightening all at once. He found himself more on edge, but a familiar laugh had his hand relaxing a bit.
When he placed whose voice it was, he nearly reached for it again. He looked down between his thighs where someone was settled on the bed with him. Peering through the dim light, he could make out the pale hair of his nephew. That wide grin was plastered on Aegon's face and he knew he wasn't real. But he was. Did it matter if he wasn't physically here if it affected Daemon all the same?
Aegon being across the water didn't fill Daemon with any less anger. It didn't make the hands on his thighs feel any less warm, any less real.
"Do you intend to kill me, uncle?" And that voice echoed like it was actually here, a perfect copy of how Aegon sounded.
"We'll see," Daemon murmured back to him, although his fingers completely retreated from his sword.
Fingers eased Daemon's clothing aside and he should stop this. This was far from the worst thing he had seen during his stay here, this seemed to be a relief in comparison to everything else. Besides that fact, trying to stop these visions had never done much for him. They never left him alone.
When those same fingers wrapped around his soft cock, any chance of him stopping this disappeared. The pace began slowly, almost gentle as he stroked Daemon. His cocked hardened at a leisurely pace, his body not nearly as relaxed as he needed to be. He was too tense being here.
But he did eventually grow stiff in Aegon's hand. Aegon's skin was warm, wrapped perfectly tight around his cock. His movements weren't coordinated, although it didn't matter much. All that mattered was having someone touch him like this.
His body arched towards Aegon when wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He couldn't remember the last time someone had done this for him. Aegon's mouth was hot around him, tightening when he hollowed his cheeks to suck at the sensitive tip.
Daemon closed his eyes, deciding to let himself simply enjoy this as much as he could. The sense of calm that usually found him during this evaded him. As good as it felt, he kept waiting for something to go wrong. For the moment when all of this turned into a nightmare instead.
He reached down, taking Aegon's hair in hand. He guided him down further, controlling the pace. If he was going to be visited by Aegon's apparition or whatever this was, he was going to get what he wanted from it. His cock buried itself halfway down Aegon's throat, only stopping when Aegon gagged.
A sense of satisfaction rolled through him at the sound and the way Aegon's throat convulsed. Here was his brother's long-awaited son, choking on his cock like a common whore. His little usurper of a nephew so eager for him that he didn't even stop Daemon from fucking his face.
His fingers tightened and moved Aegon's head, pulling him away just a bit before forcing him back down. He suckled around him, clearly inexperienced when it came to this. And that did surprise him. He had always suspected Aegon was going to bed with anyone who would have him, regardless of whether they were a man or woman.
Aegon didn't try to push away from him, though. He could be entirely inexperienced as long as he kept his mouth on him. Daemon guided him down further, shuddering at the wet gag that left Aegon when his throat tried to adjust. Still, he didn't pull away. Whore.
His fingers curled tightly around Daemon's hips, trying to relax his throat. With a firmer nudge, Daemon buried himself all the way inside of Aegon's throat. He was impossibly tight and Daemon thought he might spill just like this.
"Gods," He breathed out, holding Aegon there and letting his throat work around him.
This was his nephew's true calling. Not stealing a throne, not pretending to be a king. He should spend his days taking true Targaryens, taking Daemon.
Eventually, Daemon did let go of his hair to let him get a breath. Aegon gasped when he was finally able to, sounding broken. Almost as soon as he pulled off, he was taking Daemon again.
He took only the head inside at first, licking around it. The tip of his tongue flicked over his slit and his hips nearly jerked to bury himself inside again. This was good, though. Perhaps he'd been mistaken about Aegon being inexperienced. Maybe he just wasn't used to someone as long as Daemon.
He groaned when Aegon sucked at the head of his cock. His hand wrapped around the middle of Daemon. Aegon took Daemon deeper, his hand pressing down along with it. He stroked everything he wasn't taking, his saliva easing the way. It seemed like sensation was everywhere on Daemon, nearly overwhelming.
Aegon fell into a good pace, not overexerting himself. He swallowed around Daemon, not taking him fully this time. It still pulled a gasp from Daemon, heat tightening around him.
Time seemed to crawl on around them. The world minimized until all that existed was Aegon pleasing him. The firm pressure of his hand, the soft inside of his mouth, the way he moaned around Daemon's cock.
Daemon didn't warn him before he finished, despite knowing he was close. Instead, he just pressed a hand to the back of Aegon's head in case he tried to pull away. The first pulse of Daemon's cock seemed to catch Aegon off guard, instinctively pushing back a bit.
"Swallow," Daemon demanded gently, keeping Aegon's head in place.
Aegon let out a noise around him, but surprisingly, he did start swallowing. He struggled to take it all, growing overwhelmed by how much Daemon spilled. All the same, Daemon held him there until the last waves of pleasure rolled through him. Then a bit longer as Aegon finished swallowing all he had been given.
He let him go only then, groaning when Aegon licked his head clean. His skin was growing oversensitive, but he didn't push Aegon away. Soon enough, he moved away on his own.
"It seems you have your uses after all," Daemon murmured.
"I should," Aegon spoke as though he hadn't just gotten him off.
Daemon opened his eyes again and looked down at him. A deep frown found his face as he caught sight of him. Aegon had that too wide grin on his face again, Rhaenyra's crown sitting on his head like a taunt.
Daemon wanted to say something, but he was unsure of what to even say. Anger filled him so fully that it seemed like no words could find him. Before he could think of anything, Aegon had disappeared as quickly as he had come. Daemon truly hated this place.
Warnings: Dragon dreams, post trial, canonical character death, hurt/comfort.
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Maekar was still awake when his oldest barged into his chambers. He looked up from the papers he'd been trying to read, but his mind wouldn't focus enough to let him. Eyebrows furrowed, surprised to see Daeron so late. He should be asleep by this hour, although Maekar knew he spent more nights than not at the inns.
"Why are you still awake?" Maekar asked, his tone a bit harsh without meaning for it to be.
His face softened when he noticed the tears on his son's cheeks. He was sure this had been difficult on his children too. It was easy at times to forget they were bothered by these sorts of things. They all tended to act so unaffected by hardship going on around them. Daeron had always been his most sensitive child.
"Father," Daeron choked out, stumbling his way across the room.
Maekar rose immediately, meeting his son in the middle. Daeron basically collapsed into him once he was close enough. He wrapped his arms around Daeron and held him upright, urging him close. It seemed to break something inside of him.
The second his father's arms were around him, he let out a shaky sob and pressed his face deeper into his chest. It had been such a long time since Maekar had held any of his older children. He tightened his hold on Daeron and one hand made its way into his hair.
Strands were greasy and sweat-soaked, but he didn't mind. He didn't even think about it. His boy could have been covered in dirt and Gods only know what else, and he still would have done the same.
He didn't have to ask what was causing so much pain, not after everything that had happened. The trial had been stressful on Daeron and Baelor's death had shook the realm. Being drunk certainly didn't help either. Of the few times that Maekar had tried it, he'd ended up a crying mess.
"Come. Lay down with me," Maekar tried to encourage, worried Daeron might end up falling. "You'll feel better that way."
It was difficult to maneuver them there, especially because Daeron refused to part with him. He didn't bother trying to get Daeron's shoes off, knowing the task would be too difficult. They finally made it to the safety of the bed, escaping the risk of Daeron collapsing to the floor and taking his father with him.
Immediately, Daeron pressed into Maekar's chest, clinging to him. When Daeron was a child, he would sleep in the bed between Maekar and Dyanna. All of their children did once, but Daeron had for the longest.
His son trembled in his arms, crying openly now. Maekar had never expected things to feel so empty. Even with Daeron being a man grown, he felt the absence of Dyanna with them. He longed for Baelor to be here to give him advice, to remind him to be patient. He worried for Aegon, wherever he had run off to, and he missed the quiet presence of Aemon.
"It's going to be alright," Maekar assured him, although he wasn't sure how much he believed it himself. "My sweet boy. I've got you."
He wasn't certain how they were all meant to go on after this. Baelor had been the last person he had to support him. Now, he was left to care for his children on his own. And to a lesser extent, Baelor's sons as well. He'd always loved them as his own, he would look after them too.
All he knew for sure was that his children wouldn't need to go through any of this alone. He had them, no matter how hard things became for them all. All he needed to focus on now was his children. Every part of his own grief needed to be tied up neatly and put somewhere out of the way.
He didn't have time to be weak, to fall apart. The realm needed a new heir, his father needed a new Hand, and his own children needed their last remaining parent. He didn't need to sit and cry over his loss. Instead, he needed to support Valarr in the difficult road ahead. He needed to be there for his sons and daughters. He needed to find his youngest boy.
It all seemed so overwhelming. Baelor had been with him for every step from the moment Maekar was born. He'd never had to walk on his own. Tears burned behind his own eyes and he reminded himself he needed to remain strong.
He held Daeron tighter, though he wasn't sure if that was possible. Daeron had been clinging to him the entire time, holding him like he may disappear if his grasp loosened. Come tomorrow, Maekar could focus on the rest of his responsibilities.
For now, he told himself the only thing he needed to do was take care of Daeron. He pressed a kiss to his oldest son's head and kept his face in his hair. He smelled of wine and faintly of blood. Maekar added cleaning off Daeron's cheek to the list of things he needed to do.
Knowing him, he wasn't taking good enough care of the wound to his face. It looked horrible, but he was just grateful he hadn't lost him too. He'd been so certain he was about to lose both of his sons all in one day. Daeron was so warm and real in his arms, bringing him some bit of comfort.
"I dreamed it," Daeron choked out and Maekar gave no answer, unsure of what to say. "I see it all. I saw the," His voice trailed off. "The dragon. It won't fly again. And the knight. The knight."
His words were incoherent. Everything seemed to blur together in Daeron's words, sentence fragments that were disjointed. Maekar stroked his hair, urging him closer to his own body. He knew Daeron was haunted by his dreams, he had been for quite some time. Maekar had never known how to handle them, though. He felt so out of his depth with Daeron, with all his children if he was honest.
"Hush now," He murmured to him. "Try to get some rest."
Daeron trembled in his arms and continued mumbling into his shoulder. Although, the words were too quiet to discern and Daeron appeared to be talking to himself more than anything else. He continued crying and Maekar kept him close, occasionally offering soft reassurances.
Maekar wasn't sure how much time had passed before Daeron fell asleep. He had stayed awake for far longer than Maekar expected, but his crying finally tapered off. His breathing became even and his arms had gone limp around Maekar.
"I love you," He whispered to him.
His arm was beginning to go numb where Daeron was asleep on it. He didn't try to move him, though. He had always complained about it when the children were young, but it didn't bother him now.
Warnings: Slapping, abuse of power, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, rough sex, missionary, top Ser Donnel, bottom Aerion.
Word Count: 2,550
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Aerion had a certain skill for making people feel smaller than they were. By all regards, Ser Donnel was a large man. He had taken after his own father, ending up quite tall and broad in the shoulders. Standing in front of Aerion, he didn't feel that way. His shoulders were lowered a bit in a way that only Aerion sparked in him.
"I don't think this is a good idea," Donnel told him and he knew that it wasn't.
He wanted to take what had been offered, he was only a man. Aerion had been blunt about it, simply asking him to fuck him. At first, he'd been sure he'd misheard him. Once the words, he was certain that Aerion was testing him. It wouldn't be the first time, he was prone to those kinds of things. Every part of him, except for his common sense, screamed at him to say yes to the proposal.
A sharp crack rang through the room and it took him a moment to realize Aerion had slapped him. His cheek burned and ached. It was more demeaning than a punch would have been, adding insult to injury. He didn't know of any men that were slapped, certainly not knights.
"That isn't what I asked you," Aerion said simply, speaking as though what had just happened was entirely normal. "Would you like to fuck me?"
Donnel swallowed around a lump in his throat and tried to think of what to say. It seemed like there was no correct answer. Telling him no would only serve to irritate Aerion more. Telling him yes would either lead to them having sex which was bad enough or to Aerion revealing this was just some sort of game which was arguably worse. The lesser of two evils ended up feeling like being honest, but the words wouldn't form.
A nod of his head was good enough for Aerion. As soon as he did, the young prince grinned. On anyone else, it would seem sweet and endearing. With Aerion, it set a tight coil of worry deep in his stomach. He knew better than to trust him for even a moment, there was always something he was up to.
Without warning, and still with a smile on his face, another strike landed against his other cheek. It was equally as harsh as the first one had been and as unexpected.
"Next time I ask you something, do not make me repeat myself. Get out of your armor and be quick about it," Aerion told him and anybody else would have left Aerion standing alone there.
Instead, Donnel moved faster than he ever had before. Removing his armor was no small task, but he took it off in record time. Every moment that passed, he was certain Aerion would laugh and tell him he'd been teasing him even as Aerion's own clothing began coming off.
Aerion was equal parts horrible and beautiful, there was nothing he would put past him. Pale skin was marked up with scrapes and bruises in some spots, the result of sparring and jousting he was sure. Donnel thought immediately of leaving bruises on his own along Aerion's skin. His breath caught in his throat when the last of Aerion's clothing was finally shed, his cock beginning to harden as though he was a boy again and not a man grown who had seen plenty of people nude.
This was not any of them, though. This was Aerion and he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about moments like this before. He was even more attractive than Donnel had imagined he might be. The last of the fabric underneath his armor came off and he found himself staring instead of doing anything else.
"Quit gawking at me like a fool," Aerion snapped at him. "Fuck me. Is that too difficult of an order for you?"
Nobody had ever spoken to him like Aerion did, he wouldn't have allowed them to. It shouldn't be as attractive as it was, but he couldn't deny the way it made his cock harder. Aerion retrieved a small pot from the table near his bed and settled himself onto it, letting his thighs part. Donnel moved onto the bed with him so quickly that he nearly tripped over his own feet.
He took the pot from Aerion and situated himself between his thighs, nudging them apart further. In that moment, he was more grateful than ever that he had done this sort of thing before. Lying with men was not a new occurence for him and if he had to guess, it wasn't for Aerion either. He knew well enough that Aerion would judge him harshly and he was thankful to have some experience with it, at least knowing what to do.
"Gods, you're a pretty thing," Donnel breathed out and pressed a kiss to his thigh.
Before Aerion had the chance to complain about him taking too long, Donnel set the pot on the bed beside himself and spread Aerion apart. The first press of his tongue only teased the prince's hole, circling it. Aerion let out a choked moan, unprepared for what Donnel had done. He wondered briefly if he was the first one to do this to him and the thought sent a shiver through him.
It wasn't common that he did this part with men, but he had practice with women and the movements were much of the same. And Gods, Aerion sounded a bit like one too. He whined when Donnel stiffened his tongue, the tip catching on his hole. Pride shot through Donnel's body.
He'd never thought he would actually get the chance to break Aerion down like this. His attitude and sharpness fading away for even just a moment. All that replaced it was his body squirming, soft sounds coming from his throat. Donnel was sure he had never tried this hard before, wanting each movement to be perfect for Aerion.
They were this far in and he had no intentions to stop. Any hesitation he'd once had disappeared and he could only hope this wouldn't be the only time they did this. His tongue trailed up higher, licking over the sensitive skin between Aerion's hole and his balls. The effect was immediate, Aerion gasped and tried to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation.
Strong hands came up to hold his thighs, keeping him still as he continued teasing him. His tongue pressed harder there and it earned him a sharp groan. Perhaps he could make him come just like this. Gods, seeing Aerion break down like that from only his tongue might push him over the edge too.
"Fuck," Aerion choked out.
Donnel smiled against his skin and finally took mercy on him. His tongue slipped back down again. This time, his tongue stiffened and pushed into Aerion. His body relaxed around him, opening up easily as he licked into him. Thighs trembled ever so slightly, but he was relentless.
"Get your fucking fingers into me before I have your tongue cut out," Aerion tried to snap, his words nowhere near as demanding and as harsh as they normally were.
"Yes, my Prince. As you wish," Donnel told him once he pulled away, doing his best to keep from laughing.
He didn't bother moving from between his thighs, only reaching over to pick up the pot. A generous amount was spread over his fingers and he knew better than to tease Aerion now. He pressed one finger inside of his first, feeling Aerion settle down for him again. Aerion was tight around him, but took him so well. Donnel's cock was almost painful from how hard he was, beginning to grow impatient himself.
"Another," Aerion said and he complied quickly. "I don't need you to treat me like I'm fragile."
"Of course not," Donnel agreed, stretching him open.
He pressed another kiss to Aerion's thigh, his fingers curling. Aerion tried to complain, but before he could, Donnel let his teeth sink down into his skin. It seemed to be the right choice, Aerion groaning and the words dying off in his throat. His fingers curled higher and Aerion's body jerked when he did.
He focused on that spot, moving his mouth away from Aerion's thigh. Another finger was added to avoid having Aerion snap at him again and to reduce how much longer he had to keep from pushing into him. He had been tempted to pull his fingers out and stop at two. If Aerion demanded to not be treated as if he was fragile, he would treat him like he wasn't fragile.
Maybe that was why he didn't waste much time once the third was inside of him. He rushed through the rest of it, but Aerion didn't complain about it. And Gods knew he would if it truly bothered him. In fact, his legs only spread further for him when his fingers pulled out.
"It certainly took you long enough," Aerion mocked him as he spread the oil across the length of his cock.
With little regard to the mess it would make, Donnel simply shoved the pot of oil aside and pushed Aerion's thighs up further. A groan escaped Donnel when he pressed his cock into him, his body tight and hot around him. He was far less gentle and patient with Aerion than he was with everyone else he shared his bed with. Part of it was knowing Aerion could take it and another part of it was knowing Aerion deserved it.
After everything Aerion put them all through, Donnel found it difficult to be tender with him when he had the opportunity to not be. He didn't stop moving until he was buried entirely inside of him. He gave them both moment to adjust to the feeling,
"What are you waiting for?" Aerion asked. "Fuck me, you oaf."
Donnel's hips pulled out, almost all the way, and then shoved back inside harshly. The way Aerion's breathing hitched sent a wave of satisfaction through him, not letting his pace slow. It was freeing in a way, not having to worry about hurting his partner. He knew he was a large man in all ways, stronger than most. It was so easy for him to get carried away, to accidentally hurt someone. Aerion wanted it to hurt, though.
He didn't have to hold back and once he started, he didn't. Each thrust was powerful, putting as much force behind them as he could. Aerion's head fell back, his eyebrows still furrowed, but his lips parted in a quiet moan. He looked lovely like this, falling apart instead of insulting or arguing.
He pushed Aerion's thighs closer to his chest, fucking deeper into him. Aerion took it all so well and he was certain he could take much more than he could give him. Deceptively, Aerion looked almost sweet like this. A groan left Donnel too, unsure of how long he would be able to last like this.
He'd make sure Aerion finished first, there was no doubt about that. He'd always prided himself on getting his partner off before he did, but the desire was even greater with Aerion. The others wouldn't mock him if he didn't, Aerion certainly would. Part of him worried too that if he wasn't good enough for him, this might not happen again.
Fingers worked between their bodies to wrap around Aerion's cock and Donnel stroked him alongside each thrust. Aerion's own hands found his shoulders, urging him down closer to him. Nails dug into his skin, the sting of it contrasting the way Aerion felt around his cock.
His lips caught Aerion's, kissing him. For a moment, Aerion kissed him back, moaning against him. A sharp jolt shot through Donnel's mouth a moment later, though. When the taste of his own blood hit his tongue, he realized Aerion had bit his lip enough to break skin. Any sane person would pull away, but he only kissed Aerion deeper.
The hand still on Aerion's thigh tightened, surely leaving bruises where his fingers were. Aerion tried to press against him the best he could, not succeeding very well given how he was held down. It didn't seem to matter to either of them, though. Aerion clenched around him and Donnel could feel his release quickly approaching.
His thumb rubbed over the sensitive tip of Aerion's cock, delighting in how he squirmed and whined. Aerion reacted to pleasure so fully, more responsive than most people he'd been with. His hand moved a bit faster and his hips followed suit. Each thrust was rough enough that he was sure it must hurt a bit.
He felt wild like this, unrestrained and focused only on fucking Aerion. He was given no warning before Aerion came. His lips pulled away from Donnel's to moan shakily, the sound deep and broken. Warmth spilled over his fingers and he stroked Aerion through it until he became too sensitive.
Aerion's hands shoved at his hand helplessly, the feeling growing too intense. Donnel stroked him a bit longer simply because he could and he thought for a second Aerion might cry from it. His breathing shook when Donnel finally let go of him. His hips didn't stop moving yet, they didn't even slow. He was chasing his own pleasure now that Aerion had gotten his.
Any amount of time could have passed, Donnel truly had no sense of how long he continued fucking him after that. All he knew was that nobody had ever felt as perfect as Aerion. A whine escaped the man beneath him, but he refused to let up. He wiped his hand off on the bed and used it to strengthen his hold on Aerion. It was easier to fuck into him like this, hands keeping him in place for him.
The tension built in his stomach gradually, but it eventually did break. His hips jerked into Aerion, losing his rhythm when he finally did spill. Just as he had before, he fucked him through it all. Every rock of his hips buried himself deeper into Aerion, pushing his come further inside. He wondered how many times he could do this before Aerion kicked him out.
His own thighs shook by the time he was done, his hips pressed into Aerion as far as he could. He barely kept himself from collapsing his entire weight onto him, careful not to hurt him. He let go of Aerion's legs, letting them relax. Their breathing was harsh, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath.
"How was that, my Prince?" Ser Donnel asked once he felt he could speak without his words trembling, his thumb coming up to wipe blood away from his bottom lip.
"I suppose you aren't entirely useless," Aerion told him as if he hadn't just been whining on his cock.
Donnel knew better than to push the subject right now, though. The words went unsaid, deciding it was best to just enjoy the time they had together. Once he felt like he could move again, he would try for another round. For now, he pressed his face into Aerion's shoulder, both to recover for a moment and to hide the smile on his face.
Do you think in the moment where Maekar thought he would lose his son, he didn't see Aerion as he was now? None of the anger and violence. All he saw was the baby he held, the child he taught to hold a sword, the boy who was happy and loved to fish.
Warnings: Aegon needs a hug, loss of a child, the death of Jaehaerys, hurt/comfort, drunkenness, first kisses, cheating/infidelity.
Summary: Aegon knew that he was growing increasingly difficult to keep up with these days. Criston looked more tired than he ever had, but Aegon didn't know what else to do with himself now.
Words: 784
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Aegon's chest was tight enough it nearly hurt. Most other things had been eased with too much wine, but this loss hadn't diminished in any way. He didn't understand how he was meant to just go on without his son. Time passed and everyone seemed to insist he should be healing from it, yet the wounds were still fresh.
He knew it was making him increasingly difficult to keep up with. Criston looked tired when helped him back into his chambers, urging him away from heading to a tavern.
"You've had enough for the night, Your Grace. Let me help you to bed," Criston kept his voice even, but it still enraged Aegon.
"I want another drink," Aegon insisted, stumbling into his chambers.
"You can have one here," He tried to compromise.
Aegon wanted to scream at him. He'd been too busy to protect his child, but not too busy for this? He had hated Criston for some time. It had faded, though. He sought out anything to blame, anything to direct his anger at. Killing the ones responsible hadn't managed to bring him peace.
Aegon moved to pour himself another cup. His hands shook, emptying the rest of the wine out. Criston stayed close, hovering over him like he was helpless. He could feel his eyes watching him the entire time. He ignored him in favor of downing the wine, hoping it might provide even some relief.
"There," Criston took the cup from him, placing it back down on the table and taking Aegon by the arm. "Now, let's get you to bed."
Aegon wanted to argue again, but his mind was becoming too muddled. He felt more than he thought, the wine doing nothing to settle his pain. His body hit the bed before he could understand what was happening. Criston's hands were firm but gentle as they found his shoes first. He removed them for him and then continued moving up his body, helping him out of his clothes to make sure he was more comfortable in bed.
Aegon was surprised by it. This was far from part of Criston's responsibilities, he had plenty of people that were meant to do things like this. Though, Criston did it without being asked. He finished and gathered every piece that he'd taken off, intent to put them somewhere safe and out of the way.
"Cole," Aegon murmured, his own voice seeming so far away.
His head snapped up immediately, those bright eyes focused on him. He seemed worried he might have done something wrong. At times, he could be so terribly endearing. Aegon leaned down far too quickly, nearly toppling out of his bed completely. Hands found either side of Criston's face, connecting their lips rougher than intended. He only kissed him for a moment before Criston forced him to sit back a bit.
"Your Grace…" Criston's voice was unsure. "You have your wife."
"And you have my mother," Aegon told him as though it was simple.
Before Criston could answer him, Aegon closed the gap again. This time, Criston didn't push him away. His hands hesitated for only a second. They found Aegon's arms and eased him back, breaking the kiss only occasionally as he helped him lay fully on the bed. Criston slipped into bed alongside him, though he didn't settle on top of him like he had hoped.
Instead, he rested next to Aegon. Aegon pressed to his front the best he could, hoping to encourage Criston, but arms wrapped around him and just held him still.
"Fuck me," Aegon urged once the kiss was broken again and his eyebrows tightened when Criston shook his head. "Fuck me," His words were more demanding now, giving less room to argue.
"I will not," Criston murmured. "Not when you're like this. If you still desire it tomorrow when you're sober and feeling a bit better then I'll give it to you."
Aegon let out a pathetic noise, a whine that caught in his throat halfway. He would deny making any kind of sound similar to it if it was brought up again. Criston said it so definitively, certain and assertive about it. With the alcohol settling heavily in his system, Aegon found it too difficult to argue about it.
Instead, he squirmed until he could wrap his arms fully around Criston. He was warm against him, solid and comforting. He supposed this would be good enough for now. Come tomorrow, he would hold Criston to his promise. Criston's hands curled around him in return, strong and comforting as he touched him. A soft kiss was pressed to Aegon's throat and Aegon exhaled. Perhaps this was enough for tonight, the rest could wait.
