That at the moment I find I crave roving you more than I crave roving the wood, you hot and ragged more than game run hot and ragged on the hunt. Having both pleases me a wicked amount and not a memory I'll soon set down. The sun loves your skin.
If the old gods watch, I can't believe they would condemn me for what feeling they must see in me when I'm in you. In fact, I'd call it a fine offering, what you gave up to water the soil.
( In moments like this, he is gladdened to have saved the evening for himself. The words light fire underneath his skin and he sorely craves the very thing Cregan describes. )It is cruel of you, my Lord, to paint such a picture when I am reading this so close to this eve's Council.
I am left with longing for the memory of your cock inside him, your hand on mine. If what we did was an offering, then I see the act a reverence in a new light.
I hope you will one day see what the southern sun does to my skin. I fear your promise to press your mouth to ever mark will leave us abed for days.
They do but they were not the only ones to bear witness, were they? Syrax was well pleased for the pleasure spent between us. Though I did not seal our offering properly.
More reason for me to take tour of the realm or request your presence on the Queenโs behalf.
Syrax? [ And as for the otherโ ] "Properly" in what way?
[ As long as it wasn't an actual corporeal dragon observing all sense and control blowing away in the breeze with the prince making eager noises in the soft grass. There has to be a limit to the number of witnesses. ]
When summer comes again, in the high heat of warm days for your warm blood. Will you do it properly with me and refresh my memory how fetching you look in the wildflowers?
The goddess of passion. Not my mother's dragon. ( had Syrax been seen, it would mean his mother was not far behind. or even bearing witness to Jacaerys coming undone, spilling his own seed on the forest floor as Winterfell's lord left bruises on his hips and dug his teeth into the prince's shoulder.
it is not a thought he wishes to entertain. )With the proper sigils on our skin, left in blood or seed alike.
I would. If you would brave my queer Valyrian customs yet again.
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Date: 2025-06-25 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-25 02:35 am (UTC)If the old gods watch, I can't believe they would condemn me for what feeling they must see in me when I'm in you. In fact, I'd call it a fine offering, what you gave up to water the soil.
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Date: 2025-07-14 03:24 am (UTC)I am left with longing for the memory of your cock inside him, your hand on mine. If what we did was an offering, then I see the act a reverence in a new light.
I hope you will one day see what the southern sun does to my skin. I fear your promise to press your mouth to ever mark will leave us abed for days.
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Date: 2025-07-19 12:20 pm (UTC)A bed, the open airโ I would make good on it anywhere.
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Date: 2025-07-27 01:14 am (UTC)More reason for me to take tour of the realm or request your presence on the Queenโs behalf.
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Date: 2025-07-27 10:33 am (UTC)[ As long as it wasn't an actual corporeal dragon observing all sense and control blowing away in the breeze with the prince making eager noises in the soft grass. There has to be a limit to the number of witnesses. ]
When summer comes again, in the high heat of warm days for your warm blood. Will you do it properly with me and refresh my memory how fetching you look in the wildflowers?
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Date: 2025-07-28 02:13 am (UTC)it is not a thought he wishes to entertain. ) With the proper sigils on our skin, left in blood or seed alike.
I would. If you would brave my queer Valyrian customs yet again.