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You wish you could say that you’d known Aemond was the one from the first moment you’d laid eyes on him. In reality, it’d taken longer than that. You didn’t trust easy enough to fall for a stranger with delicate features and silvery hair, a stranger you couldn’t even speak to. Well, not at first. That came later. That came after countless hours spent together in the dragon pit; that came with letting your guard down enough to make friends and then accepting that they might just see you as more than that. Allowing someone to get close enough to see every part of you, for better and certainly for worse, and choosing to love you anyway. You hadn’t made it easy, nothing about the two of you was easy in the beginning, but now?
Aemond exercised great control in all things. He trained and studied and he rode the largest dragon in the world, discipline was necessary to keep his life in order. He was such a good boy, and good boys like Aemond deserved a break from pressures he faced head on every day. You took away the need to keep himself from speaking out of turn with a gag, a stuffed leather ball stretching his jaw wide while your fingers worked him open. He could make all the pretty noises he wanted with no worry of who heard him, a prince of the kingdom, whimpering and whining for you.
You had him on the chair by the window, the one that got the perfect light to read by in the morning. It was night now, but the fire shone off his eyes— the lilac one with the pupil blown wide and the sapphire he kept covered by day. You’d left the curtains open. You were far too high in the castle for anyone on the ground to see you, but it was the feeling of being exposed that turned him on, turned you both on. The illusion that anyone could walk the road below and look up to see him there, hands bound behind his back and gagged while you held his thighs open. Even if someone did, he’d never notice. His eye was focused on you, kneeling between his legs and placing open mouthed kisses to his hip bones, his v-line, his thighs—once you’d let your hot breath ghost over the tip of his weeping cock and relished in the whimpers he’d made.
“My prince, drooling already?” You teased him, reaching your thumb up to wipe it from the stretched corner of his mouth. “From two fingers? It’s been a long week for you, hasn’t it?” You circled your thumb around the stiff bud of his nipple and felt his whole body twitch from the stimulation, from the thrill of finally getting your hands on him. He’d been away from King’s Landing for almost a fortnight on behalf of the King and you’d given him strict orders he wasn’t allowed to cum, wasn’t even allowed to touch his hole to edge himself until the two of you were together.
Now that he was back, missing you and starved for it, you took your time taking him apart.
“Sweet boy,” you cooed. “So good for me. So good, did you touch yourself this morning like I told you too?”
He nodded and made hums of affirmation around his gag.
“And you didn’t cum?” But you knew the answer.
He shook his head.
You smiled. “Good boy.” His cock twitched at the praise and it was all you could do not to take it into your mouth right then, but this wasn’t about that. You could wake him up tomorrow swallowing every last drop, right now this was about letting him unwind.
You kissed down his sternum, down the trail of light hair that led to his cock. The tip was beading with precum and you kissed the sensitive head, letting his pre stain your lips. His hips bucked into the friction and you pressed them firmly back into the chair.
“Don’t be bad, Aemond,” you whispered into the bruised flesh of his thigh. “Bad boys don’t get to cum, and you know I want to make you cum.” You punctuated each of your next words with kisses. “Over, and over, and over.”
The sweat was beading on his skin and you licked it from the bone jutting from his hip. Salty and tasting just like him. God, you couldn’t get enough of it. You reached for the lube and without warning worked a third finger into him. He fucked himself onto your fingers and you decided not to punish him for it. A desperate thing, he wanted it so badly, and you were going to give it to him.
You curled your fingers inside of him, hitting the spot that made his aching cock twitch and had him moaning around his gag.
“Ready, my Prince? Ready for me to fuck you?”
He whined when your fingers slipped out of him but you were on his lap just as quickly, loosening the gag and pulling it down only to replace it with your own mouth. He licked greedily into your mouth and you ground your strap against his cock. A string of drool connected your mouths when you pulled away and you moaned at the sight of it. His soft lips were red from the strain of the gag and the intensity of your kiss. You took his bottom lip between your teeth one last time before you gave his gag back.
You pulled him up with an order: “Bed.”
Somehow he was even prettier spread out beneath you. He shifted, uncomfortably this time, and you knew at once just what he needed. You reached under him and pulled the knotted rope that bound his wrists loose.
“Grab the headboard No touching.”
He was obedient as he was cute with his knuckles white gripping the iron of the bedframe.
“Good boy.” With deft hands you warmed the lube and spread it onto the shaft of your strap, his favorite, the one that you’d used to coax orgasm after orgasm from him. His hole was prepped, clenching around nothing in anticipation of the thick cock.
His grip on the headboard got impossibly tighter when you pressed the tip in. You could have eased it in, but that wasn’t what he needed. The stress he dealt with every day from his family and from the kingdom took its toll on him, and you were here to relieve it. You bottomed out all at once and listened to him gasp desperately around the gag as your cock hit every sweet spot inside him. Without warning you pulled out, resituating him on his back and watching his eye as he surrendered to you and let it happen. You thrust back into him mercilessly, hard and fast.
You pushed his knees up to his chest to take him deeper and he groaned.
“You like that? What a pretty slut.”
His red cheeks were a sure sign to keep going. “My pretty slut, aren’t you, my Prince?”
He nodded desperately. You relished in the knowledge that you were the only one who had ever seen Prince Aemond Targaryen this desperate, this vulnerable and wanting. You were the only one who would ever see him like this, not the simpering little Baratheon he was to take as his ladywife, not any whore before you and none after. He’d sworn this part of himself to you, and Aemond was obedient only to you. Your very own tamed dragon. Still, you knew what he needed and you gave it to him willingly. Far be it from you to deny him.
The sounds of your thighs slapping with every thrust only made you move faster, from his whimpers and the amount of precum leaking from the head of his cock you were sure you were getting his prostate on every thrust.
“You want me to touch your cock, baby boy?” You asked.
He nodded frantically, fucking his hips onto your strap hard as he could, meeting your every move with one of his own.
You reached your hands up to his throat and put pressure on his veins to cut the blood flow, cutting into his blood flow and making his head light.
“Then cum for me.”
With the next harsh thrust to his prostate combined with your hands on his neck he painted both your stomachs white, completely untouched.
You let your pace steady and fucked him through it as his cock went soft. You brushed a stray lock of silver hair off of his forehead and pressed a kiss to it.
“That’s it, pretty boy, so good for me.”
He whimpered and you knew all he wanted was for you to hold him. To hold you.
“You can touch me.”
As soon as the words were out of your mouth his hands were on you, caressing your cheek, fingers digging into your hip, dragging a thumb across your bottom lip. His cock twitched again when the thumb slipped into your mouth and you knew all he wanted was your lips around his head, your velvet tongue tracing his veins. What your Prince wanted, your Prince got.
You slipped down his torso until your head was between his legs, taking his soft cock between your lips and letting the head rest on your tongue. He whimpered from the overstimulation and you eased off of him.
“You can take it, Aemond, I know you can,” you whispered to him. Then you went all in.
Your hands twisted what of his shaft you couldn’t fit in your mouth, the suction making him groan. His fingers knotted themselves into your hair and he didn’t push your head down, he knew better, but they grasped for any kind of purchase they could find.
You kept him in your mouth until he was hard again. You pulled your mouth off with an audible pop.
“My Prince?” You asked, your hips hovering above his aching cock. He nodded frantically.
You sunk onto him until he bottomed out inside you. You held your hips perfectly still, the only friction you gave him was the involuntary clenching of your pussy as it ached for him to be deeper inside of you.
“Missed you,” you told him. “Missed you all the time you were gone, Aemond. Wanted you so bad. Want you so bad.”
He nodded, fingers tapping on your hips. Once, twice, three times. I love you. One of your silent reminders for the moments when you couldn’t say it out loud.
“ I love you too, Aemond.”
You pressed your lips to his jaw and started to ride him, grinding your clit against him every time you bottomed out. Your strap was still on, the thick cock still warm and slick with lube hitting his check with every bounce. His hips bucked up to meet yours and he pulled you closer, chest to chest, skin to skin. He was so warm. God, this was what you missed most. You hated sleeping alone, there was no one to hold, it was all so cold at night without him. Now it was warm, he was solid against you and you drank in every bit of it.
“You’re beautiful,” you whispered into his ear, your pace growing faster as you took what you needed, what you both needed.
His nails dug into your shoulders as you bounced and it made you gasp. You loved it when he left marks on you, scratches along your back that he gave you as he was about to cum.
Knowing he was close, you guided his hand to your clit and put it to work as your cunt milked a second orgasm from his cock. When it finally coursed through you, your vision going black as he painted your walls white, you let your forehead rest against his. Both of you went slack for a moment, catching your breath. Then you reached up to loosen his gag and pull it off, discarding it to be washed later, the same with your strap.
He kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and relishing in your taste as the two of you held each other. Beautiful. He was beautiful. You would give him anything, give him everything. You would gladly spend the rest of your life tending dragons by day and warming his bed by night if it meant you could keep this part of him to yourself. You came down in each other’s arms and there was only the sound of your synced breathing as you drifted off to sleep, sure that when you woke he’d be right next to you, solid and warm. Even if you’d have to leave before sunrise, your love was certain.