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Bright sunlight broke through thick, towering white clouds, the heat of high summer heavy yet pleasantly settling through the air. A gentle breeze, the scent of the gardens drifting around him; Aerion was perfectly content to continue basking in the warmth of the late afternoon.
The drawn out, brassy tone of a welcoming horn broke Aerion's lazing, cracking an eye to stare towards the gates of Summerhall. He knew what was coming. Who was coming. Aerion could feel his presence like a physical weight as the rest of his family descended upon each other, ignoring the pull that demanded he search for his cousin the moment the horses rode through the gates.
It was a royal welcome, with everyone present. His uncle Baelor pulled Maekar in for a hug after the past months of separation. Their eagerness to be reunited was like a physical blow. No one greeted him like that. Not anymore.
The youngest siblings rushed forward, crowding around their cousins and pestering them with hundreds of questions that tumbled over each other's. And Daeron came to a stop by Aerion's side, looking more exhausted than under the influence of drink now, although the faint smell of sweetened wine still stuck to him.
His brother stared ahead at the large group, family and knights dismounting horses and handing their steeds off to stable hands. His brow ticked together, trying to make sense of whatever convoluted mess happened to be making its way through his mind now.
"Do not try and think so hard, brother." Aerion relaxed back against the stone he had been lazing on, eyes managing to focus on Baelor's horse, and narrowing when he caught sight of the streak of silver in the animal's mane. "We wouldn't want you to strain yourself." His lip twitched up, smirking to himself even as Daeron huffed. His arm looped through one of the stone pillars, using it to ground himself and keep his feet beneath him.
"I think you were in my dreams this morning." It came out quietly, like he was trying to remember if he had even dreamed at all. The words made Aerion still. A confused look crossed Daeron's face, squinting like he was standing in the sun and not the shade that covered him. "Or maybe it was Valarr." It seemed he was speaking more to himself now, but Aerion listened intently either way, biting his tongue in favour of learning just what his brother had dreamed. "Both? Maybe. You weren't hurt though, I know that. I felt as if I was burning from the inside out when I woke up." Daeron let out a soft breath, head falling forward to press into the pillar. "You were hovering above the Red Keep, looking like you were ready to destroy it. But you weren't - it was like there was a chance you wouldn't need to."
It unsettled Aerion every time he heard his brother talk of his dreams. It made his skin itch, wanting nothing more than to find away inside Daeron's head just so he could witness it all himself. Not that he would ever wish for them himself; not like his brother dealt with them. They were rare, but draining nonetheless.
"If no one was hurt, then put it from your mind." It was snapped out, and Aerion stood to roll his shoulders and ignore the edge that felt like it was settling around his neck. Him ready to burn the Red Keep to the ground… What could be coming? "Let's go greet our beloved family, and welcome them for their stay." If Daeron could hear the bite that laced Aerion's words, he didn't mention it. Both pretending like Aerion hadn't been staring at Valarr while he spoke, like if he said them sharply enough their cousin just might feel it.
Stone clicked under Aerion's heel, sealing his face into a mask of pleasant cordiality on their approach. A perfect, ever so polite prince greeting family after days on the road, just as his father expected. "Daeron. Aerion." Daeron's name was said like a greeting. Aerion's came out closer to a siren's call, fighting the urge to step forward. Valarr had made his choice explicitly clear last time they had seen each other.
"Cousin."
Lips pressed insistently against Aerion's own, groaning at the taste of himself on Valarr's tongue. Hardness searing against Aerion's hip when Valarr had ground himself against him. The haze that came with short breaths and too much heat spilling between their bodies. The way Aerion had finally sunk. The power he had given his cousin moments later, offering something so much more than the warmth of his mouth.
"I'm engaged to be married."
Heat vanished. Ice crept through Aerion's spine, throat closing shut as he rose.
Aerion's gaze lingered, even as the conversation flowed around them. Valarr managed to keep his face contained, just as he always did; smiling when necessary, pleasant words returned in exchange when asked.
Maybe Valarr had meant it. Maybe it had been a mistake made when they were too young to know the importance. The ever present anger that seemed to reside in Aerion's chest brightened with his next breath. Maybe none of it had ever really mattered.
Looking away, Aerion found Baelor's eyes on him. Curious. Understanding. It made him want to tear his uncle apart for daring to look as if he knew, hands twitching at his side with his need to destroy. Anything to make him forget, for at least a moment. But his father was here, and his father was still under the impression that, while spoiled, Aerion was a well behaved prince.
Maybe it was time to tear that image apart.
"And will you be joining us, Aerion?"
All eyes landed on him, and Aerion's face remained relaxed. A faint nod of his head given, hands clasped behind his back as he followed them into the towering walls of Summerhall. Filtering out pointless conversations as he waited; and then finally, he heard it mentioned.
"It's a shame Kiera could not join us. She will be missed."
Her name was said. Valarr's eyes sought Aerion out. Just as fast, Valarr's eyes were gone, mask returned, no hint of malcontent anywhere on his face. But the triumph that rushed through Aerion's gut swelled, because he knew what that look meant.
Valarr still thought about what had happened between them.
All Aerion needed to do was figure out just how to coax his cousin into giving in, at least one more time.
**
With nightfall came a cooler breeze, lifting the sticky weight of the air into something more tolerable. Even still, Aerion tossed in his bed. Kicking the blankets off as his mind wandered; the press of fingers in his skin, teeth on his neck, a tongue searching his mouth.
Supper had been uneventful. Long days of riding had tired his uncle and cousins, and the royal retinue that came with them. And Valarr had sat between his father and Daeron, forcing Aerion to ignore the urge to toss plates of food onto the ground as a way to relieve the annoyance still budding in his chest. Itching to cause a scene, to watch people scatter and servants rush about.
Instead, he stayed seated. Still. Unwilling to let his eyes linger on Valarr for more than a few seconds at a time, and only when his cousin spoke.
Now though, alone and tucked away in his room, he didn't have to keep his own perfectly sculpted mask in place. A distraction would help him forget, for the night at least. Then Aerion wouldn't need to think of his cousin just a short distance away. Just at the end of the hall, five doors down to the left. His presence was like an anchor attached to Aerion's ankle, dragging him towards his cousin instead of under the water.
Draping a thin, summer sheet around himself, Aerion padded towards the door, already knowing just which Knight he would find standing guard by his room.
"Ser Roland," Aerion called out boredly. Watching the way the knight turned to see just what the Prince wanted before his eyes dipped down. And Aerion knew he had caught his attention, snared him into the simplest of traps, as he always did. A tilt of his head, and drag of violet eyes over white steel, and Ser Roland stepped forward. Glancing down the empty hallways before passing the boundary into Aerion's room, only relaxing once the door was closed behind them.
This was nothing new. A honour bound Knight, mostly. Ser Roland had proven to be willing to make at least a few exceptions when it came to Aerion. The Knight always had liked pretty things, he had said.
Even now, Ser Roland's eyes scanned the room in search of witnesses. As if Aerion would let someone watch this unfold; they both knew the repercussions that would follow if either breathed word of this. His father had a reputation that dwarfed Aerion's own when it came to the Kingsguard watching over his sons. There was a limit - yet it was one that Aerion was itching to pass.
Soft cloth whispered against Aerion's skin as he seated himself on his bed. Pooling around his waist, hiding his lower half from view even though they both knew why the Knight had been called into Aerion's room. There was a hesitance in the Knight though, only serving to irk Aerion more. "Are you waiting for permission? I did not ask you in for pleasantries."
The quiet clang of metal-plated gloves being placed atop a chest sounded muffled in the room. Fire crackled softly, casting shadows across Aerion's skin as he leaned back, leaving himself covered under the thin sheet. Ser Roland watched it all from the corner of his eye, staring appreciatively at Aerion now.
"One of these days, word will slip of this. I'm not sure whether it's you or I that should be worried."
Aerion smirked at the words, settling his back against his bed and letting his thighs part, watching the Knight finally come closer. Bare fingers trailed along covered skin. "We both know it will you be you that's left fearing for your life." Those same fingers turned curious, tugging at the sheet, pulling it away to give Ser Roland an unfettered view of Aerion beneath him. One of the Knight's hands snuck along his waist, the other wrapped softly around Aerion's cock, his eyes fixated on the sight of the prince below him. "Maybe I'll even let you indulge me tonight."
It was said like an offer; as if Ser Roland had been the one wanting for more. Aerion knew he did. He could see it in the Knight's eyes, could feel it in his touch when it tightened just a fraction too much, almost daring to leave his marks on Aerion's skin. Yet just as always, without fail, the Knight shook his head.
I would not dare to disrespect Prince Maekar like that.
Again, repeated even now. "I would not-"
Aerion scoffed, letting his thighs part further to draw Ser Roland forward. He knew his strengths in this, at least. Ser Roland's weaknesses. "And what if I commanded you? You would dare to disobey me?"
"Yes, My Prince."
A scowl marred Aerion's face. Heat flushed through his skin unpleasantly; the type of burning in his veins that followed embarrassment. Pressing himself upwards, he leaned into the Knight's space, looking up coyly through his lashes. A beautiful sight for Ser Roland. A trap he knew well.
"Maybe I should tell my father you had your way with me." Fingers teased over the metal, knowing the man couldn't feel his touch but would want to all the same, and Aerion was pleased to see the way the Knight's jaw clenched. The way his hand slid down Aerion's thigh to grip at the muscle like he would dare to pull him closer and give in. "Maybe he would take your hands so you could never touch me again." Then his head tilted coyly, smirking upwards. "Do you think he would let you live after that?"
Ser Roland took a measured breath, his hand still slowly working over Aerion's length. Eyes caught on the sight, just barely managing to tear them away to answer. "No, My Prince. But if that happens, not a single Knight would dare risk touching you again."
Anger crashed through the hum of pleasure, battering against Aerion's ribs. With a growl, he shoved at the Knight's chest, uncaring of the clang of steel plates that rang through the room. Ignoring the man for just a moment as his own hand wrapped around himself, sighing at the return of pleasure. He could feel the Knight's eyes on him, letting him watch for another moment before Aerion paused. Anger reigned in, at least for now, as he eyed the Knight standing just a few feet away.
Then, he let his hand begin moving slowly. Waiting for Ser Roland to look up, knowing the Knight would be waiting to step forward once more. And sure enough, he looked up. Vaguely annoyed. Expectant. Aerion grinned spitefully in return. "You may leave now, Ser. I've no need for you tonight."
A single clench of Ser Roland's jaw was all Aerion was given. Basking in tense air as the Knight continued to watch for just a moment before he took a slow breath. He was meticulous as he gathered his gloves, sliding them slowly over his hands. And Aerion continued to stroke over his cock, watching it all with half lidded eyes and a pleased smirk as the door finally shut once more.
It was minor, truly. Nothing Aerion couldn't handle himself. Forcing his mind to conjure up images of past occurrences. Of Ser Roland and nothing else. At least the Knight was attractive enough.
The way Valarr's mouth had parted with his gasp the first time Aerion had taken him into his mouth.
With a frustrated groan, he stilled his hand. The last thing he needed was unwanted memories of a cousin that didn't matter. Slowly, he resumed. Hand curling when he reached the tip, stroking a thumb through the bead of precome that had gathered there.
Heat wrapped around Aerion's thumb, coiling something tight inside his gut when Valarr licked it clean from the mess on it now.
Anger shot through him just as fast. The last thing he wanted to think about was Valarr. Stoic and pleasant and well-mannered, the opposite of Aerion in every way. Engaged to be married.
Instead, Aerion tried to focus on another memory. Another night. Ser Roland sneaking into his room the moment he called, hands gripping tight as he dragged Aerion's body closer.
Valarr tasting like wine, sun beaming down on them as Aerion's hand tightened around them both.
Forcing it from his mind, Aerion continued. Focusing on the sharpness that was building in his groin, the pulse he could hear through his own ears. Ser Roland pressing fingers into him -
His hands tugging Valarr through the rows of the great library. Shoving at his chest, a wild excitement building when Valarr shoved back. It had been too hot; Aerion had been rather irritable that day. Difficult, his brothers might say. Lips bruising into his own, grinning when he felt teeth finally try and mark him. Uncaring who might see them red and swollen. The sharpness at his scalp when Valarr's hands dug in tight, guiding - forcing - Aerion to his knees just for Valarr to shake the moment he sucked him down. The way Valarr had stared down at him, a mix of awe and hunger that had Aerion's heart racing. The way he didn't hold back. Knew just what Aerion needed, what he wanted, and never kept him waiting. Whispering down to him in the quiet of the library so they wouldn't get caught, words slipping into High Valyrian as he buried himself into Aerion's throat.
Heat snapped through Aerion's gut, shuddering through his release before annoyance once more crept up his spine. Staring at the mess on his hands with a frown before he shoved himself off his bed, clearing his hands in a basin of water left over from the morning. Irritation prickled over his skin as he scrubbed it clean. His cousin had made his choice. Aerion had no interest in being seen as anything other than unbothered.
He didn't chase.
The water splashed over the edges of the basin, and Aerion shoved it from its perch. Water seeped across the wood, soaking through and pooling in spots. A knock, and Ser Roland's voice carried through the door. "Is everything alright, My Prince?"
With a slow breath, Aerion forced the anger to settle. A steady thrum beneath his skin that threatened to leak out, only stayed by the thought of having the Knight enter his room once more. "Leave me be, I am fine."
"As you wish, My Prince."
Aerion's jaw clenched, teeth aching where they ground together. Counting down the days until Valarr would once more be nothing more than a ghost of a memory that haunted Summerhall.
**
The sun had been slowly rising through the sky, reaching its peak and sending heat showering over the grounds. At first, Aerion had found himself wandering through the library from boredom. Columns upon columns of shelves filled with books, only half the size of the one from the Red Keep. It was enough to keep him occupied at least, when Valarr was nowhere to be found.
Not that he had actively been seeking him out. The lack of his cousin's presence was simply noted as he strolled through the grounds, and then the halls.
The further in he went, the less of people wandered about. The smell of dust and ancient paper filled the air, and Aerion's footsteps slowed as he took it in, a small moment of peace granted to himself when no one was around to see.
"I'm surprised you managed to find yourself all the way back here." Valarr's voice made Aerion's half-lowered eyes open, easily finding him at the far end of a row. Almost tucked from sight, relaxed lazily back into one of the large chairs that adorned the tables set sporadically through the daunting lengths of rooms. "I would have thought a prince like you would have much more pressing things to be concerned with."
The barbed words barely landed, and it made Aerion grin as he slowly stalked closer like they had been an invitation instead. Watching Valarr's eyes track him as if he was some wild animal, sneaking toward his prey before he finally attacked. Maybe he wasn't wrong. Aerion dragged his fingers along dust covered tomes, each pump of blood through his heart felt faster than the last.
"A prince like me is free to wander a library when I see fit." Finally reaching Valarr, he could see the way two-toned eyes flickered down, so brief it was nearly missed, yet unmistakable. His finger turned from the tomes to his cousin, dragging that same finger along the back of his shoulders and relishing in the way his body went taut under his touch. "A prince like me does as I please." Aerion leaned forward, close enough that his lips brushed over Valarr's ear when he spoke, and only a little irked when he saw goosebumps raise over his cousin's skin yet his body stayed still. "You should know that better than anyone though, shouldn't you, little prince."
It was impossible, Aerion thought, to not test the waters. To not dig his teeth into Valarr and see if he bit back. And he was given just what he was looking for, seconds later.
Aerion had spoke, and Valarr turned to watch. Still on edge, like he was watching a predator circle him, even with the upwards tilt of his lips that let Aerion know he still enjoyed the feeling. And Aerion leaned in, the hand that had trailed along Valarr's back teasing through the smallest bit of hair at his nape. Valarr leaned in, towards Aerion, for less than a second. The perfect mask that Valarr had worn since his last departure, since his last confession finally cracked.
His eyes darted to Aerion's lips, and Aerion knew that he had caught his cousin in his snare.
His cousin seemed to realise it too, mask snapping back into place as he straightened up. Leaning just an inch away now, instead of towards Aerion. He stood, just seconds later, giving Aerion a bored stare he knew was meant as a warning. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you for supper. Don't let yourself get too lost, cousin."
Valarr left him alone between the columns of books, a pang of something close to hunger hooking its claws into Aerion's stomach. He knew what he saw though; that mask had cracked.
Easily.
For him.
**
Candles flickered gently above in chandeliers, coating the room in a soft glow. Plates settled onto the long table, and Aerion's mouth twisted in distaste. It smelled delicious, rich and aromatic as it mingled in the air. Wine was poured into his cup, and he already knew it would be the type he liked best. Everything perfect, as always.
Valarr smiled politely at something Maekar said. Watching them speak across from Aerion as the chatter of children drown out half the words. Aerion glanced down to his side, watching Daeron sink into his seat, hands clutching at his cup as if it were gold, one of the last things that might keep him going and more important than the food spread before him. The moment he looked away, Valarr's eyes flickered over to him. Aerion could feel their weight, smirking as he looked back.
Even now, Valarr's face was polite. A brief moment given when their eyes met before he looked away, unbothered, and Aerion grit his teeth.
"And of course, the tourney that will follow Valarr and Kiera's marriage -"
Aerion's focus snapped towards Baelor. Valarr's face didn't change. The mask he wore was bound so tightly into his muscles, Aerion wanted nothing more than to crack it open with his fist. He wanted to see how long it could last under him.
"Oh, a tourney would be lovely! It's been so long." Daella seemed eager, encouraging the other younger ones along. Guessing which contests would be involved, what Knight's might compete, how many people might show up to compete. And Aerion watched Valarr through the conversation, running his finger along the rim of his cup.
His cousin's jaw tightened. A crack in his mask that Aerion latched on to. His answers agreeable, his smile polite. It didn't reach his eyes. Then a flick of his fingers, a silent request answered moments later by a servant, wine pouring into Valarr's cup that he eagerly drank down.
Valarr's inhibitions always did drop faster after a few drinks.
The second cup went down just as fast, and Aerion could taste a victory brewing when Valarr's cheeks flushed. Leaning back in his seat, watching his cousin as Aerion's foot slid across the stone. Valarr's eyes flickered over to him, then away just as fast. Immersing himself into another conversation with Maekar as Aerion continued to watch him. Unusually quiet, but no one at the table was willing to mention it. If Aerion wanted to remain silent, then so be it.
He teased his foot alongside Valarr's as a third cup was poured. His cousin sipped it now, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. Aerion wondered if it would taste sweeter off his tongue. If he might just be able to convince Valarr to let him try. His foot brushed against Valarr's ankle.
Baelor's head snapped towards him and Aerion realised his mistake. A brow raised, a warning resting in his uncle's eyes. Watching Aerion even when he looked away, not bothering to hide the smirk at being caught. His uncle could be left guessing as far as he was concerned - was Aerion trying to brush against Baelor, or had he been searching for his son? Yet it was too close to a simple misunderstanding for his uncle to address.
Baelor seemed to know though. When Valarr's hand flicked up, waving a servant forward for yet another refill, a large hand covered his cup. A shake of Baelor's head, and for a single moment, Aerion thought he might see Valarr demand more. It couldn't have been longer than a second, their silent conversation flickering between matching eyes, and then Valarr gave a small nod. Swallowing thickly as he leaned back against his seat, muscles now loosened enough that he slouched into it.
Every mention of the wedding had Valarr's eyes landing on Aerion. And then finally, a break. Watching Baelor and Maekar's attentions split evenly, pulled into opposite directions. Aerion took a slow sip from his cup before he leaned forward, sliding it against the smooth wood of the table. "Drink up, cousin. You look like you need it."
Valarr's throat bobbed, swallowing down whatever his first answer would have been. His hand tightened where it rested on the table, and for a moment, Aerion was reminded of the past. Those same hands, gripping at his hips and bruising into perfect skin, holding him in place. Two-toned eyes staring up from between his thighs as Valarr's tongue trailed over his skin, tasting nearly every inch that he could. "How generous," Valarr finally sighed, reaching for the offered cup.
"Only on occasion. It's not often I give things away."
They both knew what Aerion meant.
"Only a fool would turn down a gift from you." Just for a moment, gone before Aerion could commit it to memory, guilt flashed through Valarr's eyes. It was more satisfying than any meal, leaning back into his chair as he watched Valarr take another sip.
Then Valarr's lip curled. Eyes fluttering as he tossed back the rest of Aerion's wine and then stood. There was a waver, faint, but there, unsteady on his feet to anyone who was paying attention. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to lay down for a moment." Concern flickered across Baelor's face, another silent conversation shared between them before Valarr looked away. Down the hallway, long and empty.
Aerion couldn't resist. "I'll help you to your room. You look a little unsteady on your feet."
Baelor's eyes landed heavily on him. Reading through the words and narrowing slightly. But he didn't deny. Didn't oppose, or suggest Aerion stay. "Very well. Hurry back, Aerion. You'll be missed." A warning, yet as far as Aerion was concerned, permission as well.
Valarr's jaw tensed with the offer, but he stilled at his chair. Waiting. Aerion's victory felt like it was on the tips of his fingers, seconds away from being snatched by eager hands.
The moment the murmur of voices disappeared, Valarr sighed. His voice was curt, sharp like he meant it as a warning. "You did not need to walk me to my room. I can find it perfectly well myself." A stumble across the floor had Aerion's hand gripping at Valarr's shirt. Fine linen wrapped tight into Aerion's hand, balancing his cousin before he could fall.
"It seems it. How many glasses of wine were you planning?" Aerion's hand didn't leave Valarr's back, resting along his spine. Valarr didn't move it away. Steps slowing as he looked over at Aerion, a warning laced through his stare. A warning left ignored as he continued to lead them through the hallways. Up a set of stairs, pleased when Valarr didn't question their direction. "Wine hardly distracts, we both know that. It must be stressful, planning a wedding. So many decisions." Aerion finally slowed as they approached the door to his room. "And so many regrets, it would seem."
"This isn't my room." There was a slur in his words, just barely let out.
"No. It's not, is it? Yet you followed anyway." Aerion leaned in, crowding into Valarr's space. His fingers grabbed at Valarr's chin when he tried to move away, seconds too slow. "If I said I had wine waiting for us, would you come inside?"
Another thick swallow, and Aerion could see his cousin's eyes trying to focus. Blinking rapidly as he took a moment to process, leaning towards Aerion before realising what he had done, and trying to lean away. Fingers gripped at Valarr's shirt, keeping him from toppling backwards. There was an excited buzzing prickling across Aerion's skin at the sight.
"What if it's not wine that I want?"
There it was.
"I suppose I'm feeling generous tonight."
When Aerion turned, reaching for the door, Valarr moved. Leaned forward, just a little too far. He stumbled over his step, hands wrapping into Aerion's shirt before they crashed against the stone wall. For a moment, Aerion was sure that Valarr would pull away, mutter a pathetic apology over less-than-savoury actions that he would be fight to not roll his eyes at. Instead, Valarr made a pleased sound. Face burying into Aerion's neck, his breath falling hotly against his skin.
Hands gripped tighter against him, tugging Aerion back into what little space remained between them. Valarr finally moved, mouth opening against Aerion's neck in a mockery of a kiss, hips grinding forward slowly, like he was worried Aerion might realise what he was doing and send him away.
"Careful, cousin. We wouldn't want anyone to find us like this." It was rich, having those words come from Aerion. It had always been him cornering Valarr in open spaces, pushing against him until he gave in, regardless of who might see. A shuddering breath left Valarr, his nose brushing just behind Aerion's ear. Mouth latching loosely back onto Aerion's neck as if he hadn't heard the words at all.
"Why do you always taste so good," Valarr muttered against Aerion's neck. Sighing when he ground his hips forwards once more, seeking friction between layers of fabric. "Why do I always want to consume every bit of you I can get?"
It would have almost been poetic, if the words weren't half slurred. It didn't stop the way they burned through Aerion's veins.
"That's what a dragon does." As if it were that simple. As if this was just as it should be.
An impatient hand that didn't belong to Aerion shoved past him, forcing the door open before they stumbled through. Finally breaking away from Valarr's grip the moment they were inside, watching him closely as he unfastened his belt. He placed it gently against the chest close to his bed, smirking over his shoulder when he heard the clatter of Valarr's hitting the floor. Usually his cousin was so meticulous, so careful with everything he did. Now it lay crumpled on the ground, already forgotten as Valarr's eyes focused on Aerion.
He barely had folded his own shirt before hands grabbed at him. Pulling him closer, Valarr's mouth searching for his immediately. Whatever guard had been up had finally come crashing down.
Aerion's back pressed against cool stone, hissing at the sudden shock. Snaking his hand up to wind it through Valarr's hair, tugging sharp and fast to force his attention back. Usually it worked, Valarr would wince at the pain and still. This time, Valarr groaned, teeth clamping onto Aerion's neck as he ground himself forward, cock pressing hard against Aerion's hip.
He tugged harder, tensing at the feeling of teeth digging into his skin. Aching between his legs at the rush that came with it. With the realisation that Valarr wasn't holding himself back at all. No reservations between them as Valarr took what he pleased.
"It seems-" Valarr's mouth found Aerion's, pressing against him and cutting off the words. Sinking his tongue into Aerion's mouth as he rocked against him once more, teeth nipping at Aerion's lip as he pulled away. "It seems you missed me, little prince." The words came out teasing. Just a little mean. Unable to stop the way anger bled over at the memory of Valarr's previous words.
I'm engaged to be married. Only a fool would turn down a gift from you.
"I did." The words were quiet, as if Valarr hadn't meant for Aerion to hear. Too focused on the task at hand as he guided them back, shoving at Aerion's breeches before pressing him back onto the bed to peel them off. Drunken, wet kisses trailed down his chest, and Aerion hissed as a mark was sucked, then bitten against his skin, red splotches marring his chest and ribs.
Tugging at his hair once more, Valarr's head tilted up at his direction. Pupils blown wide, lips already wet with spit. Valarr looked like he was starving. "Try not to hold out for so long," Aerion demanded, his gut twisting with the words. Teasing, yet entirely serious.
Valarr was his.
And all he got in return was a hum. Fingers dug into Aerion's waist, turning him onto his stomach. He could feel the presence of Valarr behind him, looming over him before his hips were dragged up. "I hope you don't think -"
It was meant to be a warning. Expecting Valarr to try and press in with nothing on his fingers. When Aerion's head turned, Valarr was leaning in. Hooking his arms through Aerion's thighs, hands wrapping around his waist as if he meant to hold him in place. The position was off for what Aerion had expected; both hands were holding him down, and Valarr still had his breeches tied.
Aerion choked in his surprise at the feeling of Valarr's tongue pressing against him. Flat and wet, spit leaking against his skin in a way that made him shudder. Frozen in place, stunned at the turn of events. Valarr groaned against him, fingers bruising into Aerion's skin where he squeezed. It was an entirely foreign feeling, nothing like the heat of a mouth around his cock; still aching where it hung untouched.
Valarr's tongue pressed in, searching against Aerion, inside of him and he shuddered. "You're disgusting." The words sounded breathless. Amused. Groaning when it was followed with one of Valarr's fingers pressing in. Slicked with the tongue that joined in. Aerion relaxed into the bed further.
Another finger pressed in, the stretch stealing Aerion's breath. Faster than he was used to, his body straining to pull away even as Valarr's hand kept him in place. The sounds that echoed through the room now were filthy. Aerion groaned as he pressed back, relishing in the burn of Valarr's fingers, his tongue, carving space for himself inside his body.
"Seven hells," he bit out, the sound of Valarr's mouth making Aerion groan. "Hurry up already."
And Valarr hummed, seeming content where he was. Pressing in a third, letting spit drip down when he dragged them out, slicking the fingers before they sunk back in. Curling down, just right, while Valarr bit down against Aerion's skin. Pain shot through his spine, making the embers that had sparked in his gut burn brighter. Hotter.
Maybe it was the wine, a mix of its heady warmth and the pleasure of another's mouth. The hand holding Aerion in place dropped. Wrapping around his cock and squeezing slowly, uncoordinated and just right as Valarr continued to curl his fingers inside of him. The burn, the stretch, the sting of teeth. The feeling of a tongue licking into him while a hand was fisting over his length.
Aerion hadn't expected it to hit so fast. Growling at the sudden realisation, unable to stop the way the tension in his body swelled, then snapped before he could warn Valarr to slow. His teeth bit into the skin of his arm, unwilling to give his cousin the satisfaction of pleasured sounds. He had wanted more.
The tongue inside of him continued, and Aerion twisted his fingers through his sheets. Embarrassment prickled over his skin, easily twisting itself into annoyance. Anger.
"If that's all you can offer, you might as fuck back off to your own room." Aerion was about to turn over, grimacing when Valarr knocked at his knees instead. His stomach landed into the wetness now soaking through the sheets, weight settling over the back of his thighs.
"Has anyone ever told you that you speak too much?" There was a faint movement, a soft groan that came from Valarr. Any answer that could have came was silenced, Aerion's teeth bared in a growl when his head was guided back roughly. A hand in his hair kept his neck bent back, Valarr's other hand moving somewhere between them. When the hand came back, fingers immediately pressed against Aerion's teeth. Growling louder before he snapped them harshly into Valarr's skin; a pained moan rang out, Valarr's hips rocking into him and making Aerion's breath catch at the feeling of a cock gliding into the spot between his thighs.
The tang of faint bitterness and salt flooded his tongue, refusing to swallow the mess of himself on his cousin's fingers down. They pressed further, back into his throat, and it constricted against his will. Swallowing down on instinct to wait for the lurch in his stomach to pass.
Then Valarr's cock pressed against him, thick and blunt, already slick. Pressure built, trying to twist away at the feeling only for Valarr's hands to dig into his waist once more. Squeezing, letting his weight fall onto it to make sure Aerion couldn't move. The sudden stretch as Valarr's cock finally sunk in its first inch, forcing something half groan, half growl through Aerion's clenched teeth.
"Breathe, cousin." The softness of the words made that familiar sting return. As if he needed to be coddled. As if he was the type of struggle. He could feel Valarr's breath against his skin, reaching back and searching blindly for him. There was a dampness to Valarr's hair, making it stick to Aerion's fingers before he clamped down. Squeezing tight and dragging his cousin forward. Dragging him in even as his words hissed through clenched teeth, half drowned in the groan that was forced from his throat.
"It's almost pathetic how slow you move," Aerion finally huffed, air dragging wetly into his lungs. "No wonder the marriage had to be arranged."
He spit the word out like it was acid. Ignoring the way his chest tightened, waiting to hear Valarr refute him. To hear him say that it had been his idea, that he had asked of his own free will.
Valarr made a noise instead that twisted through Aerion's gut, burying itself into his head. A heavy breath leaving his lungs as he leaned forward with Aerion's grip, cock sliding deeper as he adjusted his hips. Each shift had Aerion's breath catching, gritting his teeth as he tried to let his body adjust. It felt like he couldn't breath. Like Valarr was burying himself into Aerion's guts instead, everything heightened as his cock twitched through the pressure, already filling out once more.
Lips brushed against Aerion's nape, a gentle kiss placed onto his skin despite the grip in his hair before Valarr drew his hips back. The drag of it had Aerion trying to suck in a breath, only to choke on it all when Valarr sank back in. Hips shifting while he was flush against him like he was trying to settle, trying to find just the right spot for himself. Another drag, another rock. Valarr sucked marks over Aerion's neck. Over his shoulders, seeming content with the slow drag and the red beginning to bruise over pale skin.
Aerion still couldn't catch his breath. Every rock, however slow, felt as if his insides had shifted to make room for Valarr; slow tendrils of satisfaction spread through Aerion's chest with the thought. Just as every rock pressed his own hips down, cock swelling once more as he ground himself against the bed.
"Hurry the hell up." The words were bit out, followed by a sound Aerion swore he wouldn't repeat when Valarr's hips snapped forward, fingers tightening where his hips were held down. Painful. Just right. Valarr's palm slid up Aerion's spine, across sweat slicked skin, sinking into the short strands of silver hair.
For just a moment, everything felt slowed. Time frozen as Valarr buried himself deeper, soft sounds slipping out of his throat, too drunk to care who might hear. Something close to regret welled up through Aerion, tightening at his throat when he tried to swallow it down. Not for what was happening; Valarr was always going to find his way back to this. But the thought of Valarr married; the image of him wandering the halls of the Red Keep with a wife by his side; it made Aerion want to burn everything to the ground. To steal Valarr away. Keep him locked and hidden, making sure no one but him could access his cousin. His family, not hers.
Hips slowed, and Valarr's fingers clumsily peeled Aerion's hands from his hair. Each movement was gentle, grating against Aerion's skin in a way that made him want to tear it off. "I always knew you would look so pretty like this." The words were mumbled out, more a whisper to Valarr's self than it was meant to be spoken aloud. It made Aerion freeze. That wasn't what this was supposed to be.
"And I always knew you'd be a fucking sop." Valarr huffed at the insult, finally letting a hint of frustration bleed out. Aerion wanted to sink his teeth in and make it grow. Tear out all the ugly bits of the perfect prince and drag him down to his level. "One begins to wonder if you even know how to use that thing you call a dic-"
The force of Valarr's hands lifting, setting Aerion's hips into the air at the same time he snapped his own forward made Aerion's words catch in his throat. Choking on the effort while his hands shot forward, twisting into the sheets crumpled below them. His back bowed, curving up as if it might stop the feeling of being filled so deeply, lungs struggling to inhale just one breath. Then Valarr dragged himself out, hands sliding and searching over Aerion's skin, gripping and bruising like his cousin wanted every inch marked by him. They had always been so cautious to not leave marks where someone might see. Clearly a drunken Valarr had different ideas.
Aerion's mouth opened, unsure if it was supposed to be to encourage Valarr on or irritate him further, eager to spark another wave of anger just to see what would happen.
Valarr snapped forward, searching hands finally coming to rest at the back of Aerion's neck. Squeezing tight, the air suddenly restricted as Valarr continued to fuck into him. Blurring Aerion's vision even as a breathless laugh managed to force its way up from his gut. This was what he had been looking for. Each sharp thrust had him struggling to breathe, emptiness spreading through his body just for it to be taken over the next second by the feeling of being too full. A mix of breaths and groans, each sounding more feral than the last the longer Valarr went on.
The feeling of pleasure was different this time too. It pulsed through his skin instead of sinking, hovering just outside of his body, just out of reach. Gut twisting and muscles tensing as Aerion tried to rock himself back. The heat this time prickled, a slow spread through his veins. He could feel every mark stinging over his skin. It made his cock ache with the need for it to be touched, before his stomach twisted once more, pleasure zapping through his spine with another thrust in as he grit his teeth, and tried to force himself back so he could come without ever laying a hand on himself.
The hand that wrapped through his hair, pinning him down, finally moved. It stung across his scalp, growling through his teeth as his head snapped back, body following seconds later. The hand that had rested over his hip moved, squeezing at his belly as Valarr kneeled behind him, letting Aerion sink onto his cock as ragged breaths fell across heated skin. Then the hand pressed, digging into taut muscles before it wrapped around Aerion's cock; Valarr's slow, muffled laugh buried itself against his neck when he felt the twitch that followed, the smell of wine-sweetened breath greeting his lungs.
Valarr's hips moved slower now. Deeper. Grinding messily against him, hand dragging over Aerion's cock in entirely uncoordinated strokes. It left him just on the edge, a tremble of muscle aching through his body when he would tense up, just for Valarr's hand to miss a beat, loosen a breath too much - making that peak drop away once more before it was built back up all over again. And Valarr whispered against his neck, half drunk rumblings burning against Aerion's skin, lingering in the air around them.
"Should have done this sooner," he groaned, sucking a mark just below Aerion's ear. And Aerion couldn't stop the smirk at the words. His cousin was right - he should have done this sooner. He should have never walked away. "Should have married you instead."
And wasn't that a thought. A swell of pleasure rushed through him; maybe Valarr was more dragon than he thought. The possession that laced the words, even while slurred, was impossible to hide. The idea of following such a deep tradition, knowing they would be be favoured by the gods, strengthening their family name. Who else could ever begin to understand what it meant to stand beside them? Who else outside of their family could ever hope to be enough?
Instead, Aerion let a laugh fall out, cut off by a sharp breath. "Should we call your father in then? Let him know to cancel the celebrations?" It came out pointed, meant to dig through Valarr in an unpleasant way. Mocking, with the knowledge that it couldn't happen. Aerion pointedly ignored the way his head tilted back right after, leaning onto Valarr's shoulder to let his mouth wander across his neck once more.
And again, Aerion wondered just what it would take to lock Valarr away for himself. Steal him off to Dragonstone perhaps, and keep him hidden amongst the towers until there was no choice left but to assume him gone.
A wrecked sound vibrated through Aerion's ear, tensing up at the way Valarr ground against him. The hand around his length tightened, almost painful yet just what he needed. It sparked at the tension in his gut that had been hovering through his body, setting fire through his insides as he finally spilled over Valarr's hand. His cousin shuddered against him, teeth finally lodging into his skin, pressing hard enough Aerion was sure they were about to break through.
The thought of Valarr with Aerion's blood dripping down his chin seemed to be enough, for him and his cousin.
Aerion could feel the swell of Valarr inside him. The way his cock pulsed, and warmth spread. Muscles jumping when Valarr continued to grind upwards. Slow, gentle rolls driving the wetness he could already feel beginning to drip further inside of him. Aerion's hand dropped, slipping between his thighs just to feel; everything between their thighs was slick with come and sweat. Valarr's slowly dripped out of him the moment he pulled free, leaving an ache in Aerion's get that had already made him grimace.
He felt empty.
A sweaty forehead rested against Aerion's shoulder, frowning as he tried to shake his cousin's head off of him. "Go and grab something to clean this up with, it's disgusting." Small pools of come had soaked through thin sheets, making a mess of the bed. And to his credit, Valarr hummed. A quiet thing, like he was agreeing without being truly awake. Settling himself down onto Aerion's bed, spread across the sheets as if he hadn't been asked anything at all. Aerion could help the scoff, laced with the annoyance that was already returning. Useless. "Don't let yourself get comfortable, cousin. You're room is not far away if you begin walking now."
Aerion's legs felt weak when he stood, the sweat beginning to cool and making his skin turn sticky. Lips turned down as he cleaned the mess from himself, looking towards Valarr with the expectation that he would be getting to his feet. Instead, he remained in the same spot he had laid in, arm thrown over his face and blocking the last bit of light.
"Get up." Valarr ignored the quiet words, lungs raising and fall in slow, peaceful breaths. "You will not be sleeping in my bed."
Aerion drew closer, eyes narrowed into a piercing glare that went unnoticed. Moving away from Valarr, only to fixate on the sheets beside him. The wet stains that were soaking through them, a mess made from them both, had only grown. With an aggravated huff, Aerion shoved at Valarr's shoulder. Half sunk into the mattress and near impossible to move: Valarr slept like the dead and stuck to his spot like a rotten log wedged into mud.
Every inch gained was akin to fighting tooth and nail, before the incessant shoving at his shoulders woke Valarr just enough. Eyes blearily opening, blinking slowly as he tried to comprehend just what was happening with Aerion at his side. And then he hummed. Mumbled something unintelligible under his breath before tossing himself onto his side - into the wet spots as well.
With the space granted, Aerion crawled back into the bed. Supper would be done by now, and he was sure that he wouldn't be missed, though he did wonder what Baelor might do if he stopped by Valarr's room to check on him, only to find it empty.
It was odd, laying there while Valarr slept. A slew of memories Aerion had thought were buried and gone now rushed to the surface. Nights spent just like this, without the implications of everything that followed now. Valarr occupying the space beside him, sharing heat just for them to wake up tangled under the sheets.
Just as he knew would happen, Valarr huffed again. He didn't bother to open his eyes, just searched blindly behind him until he confirmed that Aerion was, in fact, in the bed with him. And then he turned, lips parted just enough for breaths to fall as he tried to sleep the wine away.
A stunning creature, truly. Aerion gave himself a few moments to just watch. To see Valarr's eyes flutter under his lids as he dreamed of whatever second-in-line princes dreamed about.
Should have married you instead.
Even now, Aerion felt that same sharp kick through his chest. A tightness in his gut even as he settled into his bed, smug while he replayed the words in his mind. Wondering just how big of a scene he might be able to cause to disrupt a wedding, or have it called off in its entirety.