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Lucerys writhed under Aemond, laughter spilling from him in sharp, breathless bursts.
“Stop—stop!” he gasped, though his hips betrayed him, pressing back against Aemond, keeping him buried deep inside.
Aemond’s lips trailed lower, brushing along his ribs, nipping, sucking, teasing. Every touch made Lucerys jerk and giggle uncontrollably, and the more he tried to squirm away, the more Aemond held him down, a low growl vibrating against his chest.
“I’m not stopping,” Aemond murmured, voice husky, eyes dark with that familiar mix of obsession and desire. “You like this too much, don’t lie to yourself…”
Lucerys’ laughter turned into muffled whimpers, his body arching, trying to escape the relentless teasing, but he couldn’t deny the fire building between them. Every kiss along his ribs, every teasing nip, every inch of Aemond inside him drove him higher, twisting his laughter into gasps of pleasure.
Aemond’s hands gripped his hips, anchoring him, matching every little twitch and roll.
“You’re mine, Lucerys,” he murmured against his skin, voice low and possessive. “And I’ll make you feel every bit of it.”
Lucerys shivered at the words, a laugh catching in a gasp, as heat and delight tangled, leaving him dizzy and consumed by the intensity of them both. He was already breathless with laughter, his whole body shaking as he tried—and failed—to twist away from Aemond’s mouth.
“Aemond—! Seven hells, stop—!” he squealed, kicking uselessly at the sheets as Aemond planted another slow, sinful kiss right beneath his ribs.
“I said,” Aemond murmured against his skin, “I’m not stopping.”
Lucerys’ tiny, perky omega tits bounced with every breathless laugh, pink nipples hard from the cold air…and the way Aemond’s eye kept drifting down to them, darkening with hunger.
Lucerys tried to cover his chest with his arms, still laughing.
“Don’t look at them like that! You’re making it worse!”
“Oh, I’m making it worse?” Aemond growled playfully, grabbing Lucerys’ wrists and pinning them above his head with humiliating ease. “Look at you. Laughing. Blushing. Squirming.”
He kissed him again—right on that unbearably sensitive spot—and Lucerys bucked, giggling helplessly.
“Aemond, please— I— I can’t breathe,” he wheezed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he wriggled.
“You can breathe just fine,” he purred. “You just don’t know what to do with yourself when I touch you.”
Lucerys gasped as Aemond leaned down, finally taking one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking gently—too gently—sending sparks shooting through his body.
“Aemond!” Lucerys cried, half-laughing, half-melting.
Aemond pinned him harder, voice rich and wicked. “You’re so damn adorable when you’re like this. All pink, all soft, all mine.”
Lucerys tugged at his held wrists, chest heaving, nipples swollen from Aemond’s mouth, thighs trembling around Aemond’s hips.
“Then— then stop teasing and do something,” he begged breathlessly.
Aemond chuckled, a dark, delicious sound, as he dipped lower, mouth tracing the curve of Lucerys’ waist.
“Oh, I will,” he promised, eye glinting.“But first…I want to hear you laugh one more time.”
Lucerys shrieked, giggling as Aemond’s mouth dove right back to his ribs, mouth merciless.
Lucerys was still laughing, breathless and pink all over, when Aemond dove back in to nip at his ribs again but this time Lucerys caught his face between both hands.
“Aemond! Come here,” he gasped, still giggling, cheeks wet with tears of laughter.
And before Aemond could tease him again, Lucerys tugged him upward by his jaw and smashed their mouths together.The kiss was messy at first, Lucerys laughing against Aemond’s mouth, Aemond half-growling, half-smiling into it. But then Lucerys’ fingers slid into Aemond’s long, silver hair, tugging a little, and everything deepened. Aemond groaned, actually groaned, as Lucerys pulled him closer.
Their naked bodies pressed flush, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, Aemond’s cock dragging hotly along Lucerys’ soft belly as they rolled, tangled in the furs.
Lucerys squeaked when they shifted too fast and he toppled on top of Aemond, dark curls falling over his face as he laughed again.
Aemond lay beneath him, hands automatically sliding to Lucerys’ waist, thumbs brushing the dip above his hips.
“Seven hells,” Aemond breathed, staring up at him with something molten, “you’re beautiful.”
Lucerys flushed scarlet. “Shut up—!”
But the sigh he let out when Aemond squeezed his waist betrayed everything.
Aemond slid his hands lower, cupping Lucerys’ round, soft butt, squeezing both cheeks with a hungry groan.
Lucerys yelped, half embarrassed, half delighted, and collapsed forward onto him, giggling into Aemond’s shoulder.
“You love that,” Aemond murmured, voice thick as he kneaded Lucerys’ ass again, dragging him down along his cock. “Don’t pretend.”
“I—I don’t—!” Lucerys tried, but dissolved into helpless laughter as Aemond squeezed firmly again, thumbs dipping along the curve where thigh met hip.
He tried to bury his face in Aemond’s hair, still laughing.
“Aemond—! Stop touching me like that—I’m ticklish there—!”
“Oh?” Aemond grinned like the devil himself, rolling them over again so Lucerys was pinned beneath him, hair splayed on the furs and cheeks burning. “You mean here?” His hands slid down Lucerys’ thighs, gripping them, spreading them just a bit.
Lucerys kicked weakly, laughing and breathless.
“Gods, stop—!”
“I don’t think I will,” Aemond whispered, lowering himself until his lips brushed Lucerys’ throat. “Not when you sound that sweet…”
Lucerys tugged at his hair again, pulling him up for another kiss, this one softer, slower, but no less desperate.
Their thighs tangled.
Lucerys’ giggles softened into little gasps. Aemond’s hands roamed everywhere they could reach — waist, hips, thighs, butt — greedy, reverent, obsessed.
“You drive me mad, little pearl” Aemond breathed against his mouth.
Lucerys just laughed again, breathless and glowing. “Good.”
Aemond’s mouth was still on Lucerys’ throat when he shifted his hips, slowly at first, just enough for his cock to drag along the soft crease between Lucerys’ thighs.
Lucerys gasped sharply, laughter dying instantly on his tongue.“Aemond—”
His voice broke.
Aemond smirked against his skin.
“Oh,” he murmured, rolling his hips again, slower, deeper, letting the leaking tip of his cock slide right over Lucerys’ wet entrance, “so now you’re done laughing?”
Lucerys’ back arched beautifully.
His hands fisted in Aemond’s hair.
“N-no— I— gods—”
But the rest turned into a moan when Aemond ground down harder, the hot, heavy length of him sliding perfectly along the seam of Lucerys’ cunt.
He did it again.
And again.
Lucerys was trembling in seconds, thighs falling open on instinct, trying to pull Aemond even closer.
“Look at you,” Aemond breathed, voice wrecked, as he kept grinding slow and deliberate. “So wet for me…”
“I can’t help it,” Lucerys whispered, cheeks flaming, cunt clenching on nothing. “Y-you’re doing it on purpose— of—”
Aemond kissed him, messy and deep, swallowing the way Lucerys moaned into his mouth when their bodies slid together just right.
Lucerys gasped against his lips, legs wrapping around Aemond’s waist.
“Please—please, my love—”
Aemond pulled back just enough to look down between them.
And groaned.
Lucerys was soaked.
Wetness smeared across Aemond’s cock, his thighs, the fur beneath them.
“Fuck,” Aemond whispered like a prayer. “I need to touch you…”
Before Lucerys could answer, Aemond’s hand slid down, fingers parting Lucerys’ folds, finding him dripping and warm and desperate.
Lucerys nearly screamed.
Aemond used his thumb to rub slow circles over his clit, while his fingers dipped lower, teasing the entrance of his cunt.
“You,” Aemond growled, breath shaking. “Look at you. You’re perfect.”
Lucerys clung to him, thighs shaking, hips bucking helplessly into every touch.
“Aemond, put them in— put them in—” he begged, voice high and sweet.
Aemond groaned as he slid out of him, immediately replacing his cock with two fingers, pushing them deep inside—
And Lucerys broke.
His mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut as he arched into Aemond’s hand. “Aemond—! Gods— gods, please don’t stop—”
“Of course I’m not stopping,” Aemond promised, kissing the corner of his mouth as his fingers fucked him slow, deep, relentless. “Not when you sound like that.”
Lucerys moaned again, louder, legs trembling around Aemond’s hips as slick dripped onto his palm.
He was close — too close— and Aemond knew it.
“Say my name again,” Aemond whispered, curling his fingers inside him. “Beg for me.”
Aemond’s fingers curled deep, hitting that perfect spot, and Lucerys’ whole body jolted like a struck harp string.
“A-Aem—!”
His voice cracked, high and needy.
“Say my name,” Aemond smirked, pressing his forehead to Lucerys’ as he fucked his fingers in harder, wetter, deeper. “Say it properly.”
Lucerys’ nails dug into Aemond’s shoulders. His thighs were shaking so badly Aemond had to pin them down with his free hand.
“Aemond,” Lucerys gasped, voice breaking into a moan. “Aemond, Aemond…”
Aemond growled softly, the sound vibrating straight through Lucerys’ chest.
“I’m listening…”
Lucerys melted instantly, desperate and obedient.
“Aemond— please, I want you— gods, I want you so badly— I want your mouth, your cock— anything you want— I’ll do anything—”
Aemond’s breath stuttered at how sweetly he said it, how easily he offered himself. He slid his fingers out slowly, cruelly slow, making Lucerys cry out at the loss. Then Aemond grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach like he weighed nothing.
Lucerys barely had time to gasp before Aemond spread his cheeks with both hands and devoured him.
Lucerys screamed into the furs.
“A-AEMOND!”
Aemond’s tongue licked up every drop of slick he’d coaxed out of him, mouth hot and hungry, tongue pushing into his dripping cunt as Lucerys trembled violently on all fours.
Lucerys collapsed with every lick, every thrust of Aemond’s tongue, sobbing into the furs.
“I can’t— I can’t— Aemond— oh gods— you’re going to make me—”
Aemond pulled back just long enough to demand:
“Come on my mouth.”
Lucerys’ climax hit like lightning, legs shaking, cunt clenching wildly around Aemond’s tongue, slick dripping down Aemond’s chin as Lucerys sobbed his name over and over and over and over…
When the spasms finally slowed, Lucerys slumped forward, boneless, breathing in ragged gasps.
Aemond lifted him by the waist, forcing him up onto his hands again, positioning him exactly how he wanted. Lucerys obeyed instantly, still shaking.
“Good,” Aemond murmured, kissing up his spine. “Now stay just like this for me…”
Lucerys whimpered.
“I want… I want you… I want your cock… I want it so bad—”
Aemond cocked his head, smirking.
“You’ll take it however I give it to you. Understood?”
Lucerys nodded so fast his hair fell in his eyes.
“Yes— yes, anything— anything you want—”
Aemond stroked himself once, twice, guiding the thick head of his cock back to Lucerys’ swollen, soaked entrance.
Lucerys moaned just from the pressure.
“Aemond— please— please fu—”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Aemond slid in with one slow, devastating thrust.
Lucerys’ entire body folded.
His moan cracked into something helpless and raw.
“Yesss—! Oh gods— gods yes—!”
Aemond groaned into his ear, voice low and dangerous.
“Good boy. Gods, you’re so tight— so wet— you were made for me…”
Lucerys nodded frantically, pushing back against him, desperate to take all of him, wanting more, needing more.
“Deep— deeper— please, deeper— just take me—”
Aemond grabbed his hips, dragging him back ruthlessly on every thrust, cock hitting so deep Lucerys’ arms nearly gave out.
“That’s it,” Aemond growled, pounding into him. “Beg for it. Beg for more.”
Lucerys cried out, tears streaking his cheeks, voice shaking:
“More— Aemond, please— harder— I want you everywhere— let me feel all of you— gods, fuck me—!”
“On your back,” Aemond ordered suddenly.
Lucerys flipped immediately, obedient and shaking, legs spread, cunt dripping.
Aemond plunged back inside in one sharp thrust.
“Fuck yes, yes—!”
Aemond crushed their mouths together, swallowing every sound, grinding deeper, faster, harder.
“You’re mine,” he hissed against Lucerys’ lips. “Say it.”
Lucerys wrapped his arms and legs around him, pulling him in with desperate strength.
“I’m yours— I’m yours— only yours— Aemond— Aemond— gods—”
Aemond’s thrusts stuttered.
Lucerys sobbed and came again, body tightening beautifully around him.
Aemond followed with a low, broken groan, collapsing against him as they shook together.
Lucerys kept whispering his name.
Aemond kept kissing him like he needed him to breathe.
Lucerys was still catching breath he didn’t have when Aemond finally softened inside him and eased out slowly, kissing his cheeks, his jaw, the little tremble at the corner of his mouth.
Lucerys’ thighs immediately fell closed with a weak whimper.
Aemond chuckled softly.
“You’re shaking.”
Lucerys gave him a dazed glare.
“You did that,” he muttered breathlessly. “You… broke my legs. Again.”
Aemond kissed him—slow, lingering, sweet.
“Then I’ll carry you.”
Before Lucerys could protest, Aemond slid an arm under his back and another beneath his knees, lifting him off the furs like he weighed nothing. Lucerys let out a tiny, exhausted squeak, automatically curling into Aemond’s chest.
“You don’t have to—”
“I’m not putting you down.”
Lucerys blushed and hid his face in Aemond’s neck, still trembling.
Aemond smirked and started walking, naked and unhurried, across the chamber toward the bathing room. Lucerys’ cunt was so sore and sensitive that every step jostled him, making him gasp softly into Aemond’s skin.
Aemond noticed. Of course he did.
“Still sensitive?” he murmured, voice warm.
Lucerys whined.
“Aemond…”
Aemond kissed his temple.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
The bath was warm, steam curling through the air. Aemond lowered him slowly into the water, but Lucerys clung to him so stubbornly the whole motion turned into a messy splash.
Aemond laughed quietly. “Let go, little pearl. I’m not leaving.”
Lucerys reluctantly loosened his grip but stayed close, his arms drifting toward his husband as though pulled by an unseen force. Aemond moved in behind him, gathering Lucerys against his chest, hands settling at his waist as if they belonged there.
“Aemond, no. No more. I’m barely breathing.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Aemond soothed, nuzzling the back of his ear. “I just want to touch you.”
His hands drifted slowly up Lucerys’ sides, tracing the delicate curve of his ribs, the soft skin still pink from earlier. Lucerys shivered.
“Aemond,” he whispered, “You’re impossible.”
Aemond smiled against his neck.
“And you’re perfect.”
He cupped water in his palms and poured it over Lucerys’ chest, letting the warm rivulets slide down over his small, sensitive nipples. Lucerys hissed, arching a little despite himself.
“Still ticklish?” Aemond murmured, brushing a teasing fingertip along the curve of Lucerys’ side.
Lucerys jerked immediately. “Daor!” His laugh echoed off the stone.
Aemond kissed the wet spot he’d just teased.
“I love that sound,” he whispered.
He washed Lucerys with slow, tender care, thighs, hips, belly, even between his legs, so gentle it made Lucerys tremble. Every time Lucerys squirmed or whined, Aemond kissed another part of him.
By the time Lucerys was done being cleaned, he was soft, boneless, and warm, curled against Aemond’s chest like a sleepy kitten.
Aemond wrapped his arms around him under the water.
“You’re mine,” Aemond whispered into his damp curls, not harsh, not possessive— just truth.
Lucerys blushed, but he nodded, eyes heavy. “I know… I like being yours…”
Aemond kissed the back of his shoulder, smiling softly.
“Good. Then let me hold you a little longer.”
Lucerys let out a tiny hum of agreement and melted fully into him, letting the water lap gently around them as Aemond’s hands kept roaming— soft, slow, loving— because stopping wasn’t in his nature. Every few breaths his body gave a tiny, sleepy twitch, like he was drifting deeper, slipping under.
Aemond brushed his lips against Lucerys’ temple.
“Little pearl,” he whispered. “Don’t fall asleep in the water.”
Lucerys made a tiny sound, half whine, half purr, and burrowed closer, cheek rubbing against Aemond’s chest.
“M’tired…” he murmured, lips brushing Aemond’s skin. “You… wore me out…”
Aemond chuckled, low and pleased.
“Yes, I know I did. That’s why I’m carrying you.”
This time Lucerys didn’t even argue. He simply lifted his arms like a child wanting to be held.
Aemond melted on the spot.
He rose from the bath, lifting Lucerys with one arm under his knees and one behind his back. Water dripped from their bodies, steam curling around them. Lucerys clung lazily to Aemond’s shoulders, tiny nipples brushing Aemond’s chest with every breath.
Aemond could feel them.
Soft, perky, sensitive.
He kissed one gently as he walked.
Lucerys gasped awake for half a second.
“Aemond!”
Then he giggled, sleepy, embarrassed, and tucked his face into Aemond’s throat.
“You always kiss them…” he muttered.
Aemond smirked and kissed the other one.
“I like them.”
“They’re tiny…” Lucerys mumbled.
“They’re perfect,” Aemond corrected softly, voice warm and reverent. “Everything about you is.”
Lucerys went quiet at that, eyes fluttering shut again, breath slowing into something deep and trusting.
Aemond reached the bed and placed him gently on the soft furs. Lucerys sprawled like a starfish, his small chest rising in slow, dreamy breaths, his hair wild and wet around him.
Aemond took a thick towel and began to dry him.
Slow.
Gentle.
Careful.
He dried Lucerys’ curls, his small shoulders, his delicate ribs, his waist, his thighs. When he reached between his legs, Lucerys whimpered softly, legs reflexively falling open.
Aemond kissed his knee.
“Don’t worry, little pearl. I’m only cleaning you.”
Lucerys inhaled shakily.
“S’good… feels so good…”
When he was fully dry, Aemond fetched a soft, loose night-robe slipped it over Lucerys’ head, guiding his arms through, tying the sash in a bow that rested sweetly over his lower belly.
Lucerys peered up at him sleepily. “You’re so warm, my love” he whispered. “Come here.”
Aemond climbed into bed beside him immediately, pulling Lucerys onto his lap so that Lucerys sat sideways against his chest. Curls brushing his jaw. Legs draped over Aemond’s thighs.
Lucerys rested his head under Aemond’s collarbone and sighed.
For a while they were silent, just breathing together.
Then Lucerys spoke, voice small, almost timid.
“Do you remember…” he murmured, eyes half closed, “…how much we hated this? When our king forced us?”
Aemond tightened his hold on him slightly.
“Yes,” he said softly. “I remember you cried your first night here.”
“Well…” Lucerys winced. “I thought you’d hate me forever.”
Aemond touched his cheek, turning his face up.
“I never hated you,” he whispered. “I hated the world for giving you to me in chains instead of choice.”
Lucerys’ breath caught.
“Now look at us,” he murmured. “Married. Happy. With our babies.”
Aemond smiled, one of the rare, soft ones.
“Rhaeron and Daenor,” he said, pride warming his voice. “Two perfect little dragons.”
Lucerys’ face brightened instantly, sleepy but delighted.
“Rhaeron tries to sit on Daenor’s head every morning.”
Aemond snorted. “He reminds me of Jacaerys.”
“And Daenor won’t stop chewing your hair.”
“That one is clearly yours.”
Lucerys giggled softly and nestled closer.
After a moment he whispered, “My love…?”
“Yes?”
Lucerys looked up at him, eyes round, and cupped Aemond’s face with both hands.
“I’m glad I married you.”
Aemond blinked. Then he kissed him, slow, quiet, the kind of kiss that wasn’t about hunger or heat, but about belonging.
“I’m glad I married you, too.” Aemond whispered back. “It had to be you.”
Lucerys curled back against him, small chest pressed to Aemond’s, tiny perky nipple brushing him with each breath, making Aemond smile into Lucerys’ damp curls.
Within minutes Lucerys was fully asleep on his chest, warm and safe and loved.
And Aemond’s hand never stopped touching him, stroking his back, combing his curls, tracing the curve of his waist, because now that he had Lucerys, he would never stop holding him.