[ Is he capable, is the question. Is Aemond capable of allowing his nephew to do the claiming? If he can reach such high achievement. He has tasted this furious determination before; he's also seen it break. Jacaerys' attempt at domination is as charming to him as a young drake nipping at an elder's tail. All this pomp and play whilst the elder prince remembers how enjoyably he writhes beneath him.
Fingers lace in tighter, grounding Jace's fist with him against the mattress. It's not allowed to retreat in aid. Aemond's hips shift, neither helping nor heeding the removal of his smallclothes. Soft linen catches the tip of his cock before it's exposed to the air between them.
There, he is torn between falling into old routines. They spar, and he lends himself to the upper hand. There is an equal defiance glinting in Aemond's eye, determined not to find loss in giving his nephew the agency to do as he wishes. For power cannot be claimed if it is not given in the first place. ]
Skoros kessa mazemฤ ฤlฤซ? [ He asks. A lesson in Valyrian and a lesson in fucking. His attitude remains a wall, formidable to climb. Eye lidded and lustful to see him fail, for he is not allowed to rejoice if he succeeds. Regardless, his body begs to be touched beneath Jace's. Muscles strain gently as he shifts, the urge possessing him to chase contact with his a hand..with a cock..anything before tempering down once more. ] Kessa ziry sagon tatagon drฤซves syt ao?
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Date: 2025-10-10 11:20 pm (UTC)Fingers lace in tighter, grounding Jace's fist with him against the mattress. It's not allowed to retreat in aid. Aemond's hips shift, neither helping nor heeding the removal of his smallclothes. Soft linen catches the tip of his cock before it's exposed to the air between them.
There, he is torn between falling into old routines. They spar, and he lends himself to the upper hand. There is an equal defiance glinting in Aemond's eye, determined not to find loss in giving his nephew the agency to do as he wishes. For power cannot be claimed if it is not given in the first place. ]
Skoros kessa mazemฤ ฤlฤซ? [ He asks. A lesson in Valyrian and a lesson in fucking. His attitude remains a wall, formidable to climb. Eye lidded and lustful to see him fail, for he is not allowed to rejoice if he succeeds. Regardless, his body begs to be touched beneath Jace's. Muscles strain gently as he shifts, the urge possessing him to chase contact with his a hand..with a cock..anything before tempering down once more. ] Kessa ziry sagon tatagon drฤซves syt ao?