[you would bend the knee? he doesn't ask, though he doesn't yet know if it's because dorian wouldn't understand or because he would. ]
I would rather have you stand before me, in your skin, so that I might kiss you where your hips meet your thighs. I would rather you sat on my lap, too, so that I could touch you for as long as you could stand it.
Would you like the leash, all the same? I will not refuse you.
I cannot explain how taken I am with you, for all the briefness of our acquaintance. I should be so angry. I want you intensely.
[ this is not the slow fire he has with lae or the comfortable warmth with pierce. not the dragonfire with daemon, either, or the sharp heat with armand. what is dorian to him? who is he?
aemond wants all dorian has to give, if he could have it. ]
[ Dorian is a man of many words, endless flirtations, and he's rarely shy about sex. On the occasion that he is, wine tends to do the trick to loosen his tongue.
He hasn't had wine tonight. Just has Aemond asking, plainly, if he would like the leash. If Dorian would kneel for him. There's a small, unexpected shame in Dorian, admitting to this particular desire--to be subjugated.
To be good. ]
Yes.
I would do anything you wanted, collared and leashed. Fuck you, kneel for you, pour your drink--anything.
I have done it only twice, both with the same man. I have much to learn, and I would like for you to teach me.
[ he leaves the mystery of the confession to stand; if dorian interrogates it more, the answer would not too difficult to come upon. ]
Let us talk on it more in person, and later. Leashes, collars, the whole of it β I do not know enough about them in this light and I wish not to hurt you when we try.
[when, not if. aemond might seem overconfident in this, but they have made known to each other their desires; why shouldn't he be presumptuous about his chances? he calls aemond prince. ]
You could do as you wish without a collar for now. Pour my drink for me, or dress me. Would you spar with me?
[ Just taking a stab in the dark-- ] With your uncle?
[ And it's sweet of Aemond, actually, to want to take care in that way: about the leash and collar. Too easy for Dorian to get swept up in desire, sometimes, in this house. It's true there are things that are better taken slow. ]
You're good to me. I'd prefer hearing your voice and seeing your face when we speak of it, anyway.
Oh, I'd enjoy dressing you, though it begs the question of how long you'd stay dressed.
And I'd spar with you happily, but maybe indoors, this time. If you're anywhere near as skilled as Daemon, I'd rather not end up in the mud again.
[ when breeding kink meets daddy issues, the sex can get really weird. ]
Did you know we could speak to one another over these devices? We could call to each other, have our conversations though apart.
[ it would be interesting, he thinks, to relay his wants to dorian despite the distance. ask him about his day, or what he's reading, or if he's available to strip aemond of his clothes after a day out riding. ]
I've matched him well, my uncle. Managed to pierce his side once, though he broke my nose in retaliation.[ he's not won a single spar, but he's not saying that, especially considering his penalty for losing. ]You may have a better time against me.
You might complain if you find yourself abed for longer than you expect.
[ from the intercourse or the beating he might get remains to be seen. ]
Does it bother you? That my uncle and I are intimate? We are given allowances as a family, but likely on account of our being the ruling House. I was made to understand it is not commonplace at all, and is... unnatural.
[their words, not his. it's the most natural thing to him. ]
Daemon has wed two of his nieces, got them with child each. Two girls with cousin Laena before she passed, two boys with my half-sister, Rhaenyra. Both of them chose him, to their father'sβ well, my father's mislike.
And you've met my sister. Aegon does his best as a husband.
[ the less he says about aegon and helaena as a wedded couple, the better. ]
I'd have liked to marry within family, myself. We are the last of our blood, but there is a wealth of sons and not enough daughters to go around.
Would you have married, in Tevinter? Your father sounds like he might insist on it.
I won't lie to you, it does sound complicated, from the outside.
But I like you, Aemond. I'm not inclined to pass judgment on however you were raised.
[ Several minutes later: ]
I was promised to a woman with the perfect pedigree, so I could secure a seat closer to the throne and continue my family's legacy. We would have lived a life of luxurious misery together.
My father went so far as to prepare a blood magic ritual to change my nature, so I would marry her without complaint. And that's why I ran.
I was. Still am, I suppose - betrothed to a lady of a great House, with an army worthy of a prince of the realm. I do not remember her name or face, truthfully; I met her the once in the middle of a storm.
Had I a sister to marry, perhaps Mother would have betrothed me sooner. I've always understood I would marry as bid. It is my duty as son of the king, and I should be glad for the privilege.
[ but what is there to be glad about, if it means marrying some common-blooded girl? he cannot say it; it would dishonour his own mother to even think so. ]
[ In some ways, it's a difficult conversation to have without seeing Aemond's face or hearing his voice. An intimate one, for Dorian, better suited to the quiet drawing room they'd found themselves in the night they met.
But it does untangle a knot for him, talking about this with Aemond. So many in the Inquisition just see him as the pampered, privileged Tevinter noble; they don't understand what he left behind, what was expected of him that he couldn't bear. ]
Maybe I would have felt differently about carrying on the Pavus legacy, if marriage between two men was allowed back home. Or if I could come to love a woman without turning into a shell of myself to do so. But neither of those things are true, so I suppose I'll never know.
I imagine it's selfish to say it, but I'll be selfish for a moment. I'm glad you're here, and not married to a girl in some far-off place where I never would have met you.
I would not have met you otherwise, if not for this here place. For that, I am thankful you made your way here too.
[ how can he explain to dorian the depths to which heβs come to desire him? even with his lady the fire had burned slow, steadily rising over the days and weeks, nurtured over months. aemond has known dorian for scant a fortnight and already he knows he would mourn is disappearance if he were to leave. aemond desires him, wants him, wants the whole of his knowledge and the fullness of his desire.
it is unbridled greed, what aemond feels for the man. they come from the same well of familial despair but are two different men brought up into the world, and aemond wants to see how they might unravel together. ]
I will not ask more than youβre willing to give, Dorian, beyond one thing. Tell me the truth, when your desire fades and I am only a soft warmth in your eyes. However ugly the truth will be. I will hear it.
[ when you're living with a death prophecy hanging over your head β when you know your life has been forfeit almost half as long as you've been alive, with the odds stacked against you from the beginning β it's hard to exit the mindset of looking to the end first before anything gets to start.
aemond likes to keep his promises. it's hard to do that when you know death looms so close he can taste it in his mouth every time he remembers. ]
Honesty for both of us, for as long as we remain fond of each other. And with hope, out of respect for each other in the aftermath.
[ In truth, had Aemond not brought it up first, Dorian would have asked the same as soon as he'd mustered the courage. They don't speak of feelings in Tevinter, because there's little hope for them to become something real; but for all that Dorian thinks of himself as someone who is careful with his own heart, guarding it behind glittering armor, he's fallen twice in this place before even realizing he'd stumbled.
Foolish. But maybe better to be a fool than full of regret for a risk not taken. ]
[ the crown of westeros devours everything in its path, and few things taste as sweetly as the misery of its royal family. aemond knows this is by design; why else would otto have a dead prince paraded among the smallfolk for sympathy, and more so why would such a gambit succeed? the same crowd that cheers for their triumphs is the same one that celebrates their downfall. everything they own, everything they are belongs to the kingdom.
to be truly dutiful is to want nothing beyond itself. though aemond has built himself to be the perfect son in his mother's eyes, and fashioned himself after the most loyal of his line, he knows he takes for himself here what he shouldn't.
after alicent's death and its complicated aftermath, aemond is done apologising for his perceived faults. he wants. in particular he wants dorian and his attention, his affections, all of it β he will have what he is given, until it sours in his mouth. ]
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Leathery quadrupeds, with nasty beaks and sharp spines. I couldn't tell you what they are, really, other than terrible to kill and even worse to eat.
And here I was thinking one of us would sit at the other's feet while they ate.
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[ and alright, that does sound disgusting. ]
Better to eat what is foraged than hunt such a thing, if it tastes twice as foul as it sounds.
βIs that something you enjoy? Being sat at someone's feet and made to kneel on command?
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[ Andβ¦give him a moment to consider the rest. Itβs rare that anyone asks so directly, actually. ]
I do. For the right person.
Needless to say, Iβd enjoy kneeling for a handsome prince.
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[ you would bend the knee? he doesn't ask, though he doesn't yet know if it's because dorian wouldn't understand or because he would. ]
I would rather have you stand before me, in your skin, so that I might kiss you where your hips meet your thighs. I would rather you sat on my lap, too, so that I could touch you for as long as you could stand it.
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Maker, the things you say. You make me greedy for all of it. For you.
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I cannot explain how taken I am with you, for all the briefness of our acquaintance. I should be so angry. I want you intensely.
[ this is not the slow fire he has with lae or the comfortable warmth with pierce. not the dragonfire with daemon, either, or the sharp heat with armand. what is dorian to him? who is he?
aemond wants all dorian has to give, if he could have it. ]
Next we meet. I want you in my mouth.
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He hasn't had wine tonight. Just has Aemond asking, plainly, if he would like the leash. If Dorian would kneel for him. There's a small, unexpected shame in Dorian, admitting to this particular desire--to be subjugated.
To be good. ]
Yes.
I would do anything you wanted, collared and leashed. Fuck you, kneel for you, pour your drink--anything.
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Do you like sucking cock, Prince Aemond?
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[ he leaves the mystery of the confession to stand; if dorian interrogates it more, the answer would not too difficult to come upon. ]
Let us talk on it more in person, and later. Leashes, collars, the whole of it β I do not know enough about them in this light and I wish not to hurt you when we try.
[ when, not if. aemond might seem overconfident in this, but they have made known to each other their desires; why shouldn't he be presumptuous about his chances? he calls aemond prince. ]
You could do as you wish without a collar for now. Pour my drink for me, or dress me. Would you spar with me?
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[ And it's sweet of Aemond, actually, to want to take care in that way: about the leash and collar. Too easy for Dorian to get swept up in desire, sometimes, in this house. It's true there are things that are better taken slow. ]
You're good to me. I'd prefer hearing your voice and seeing your face when we speak of it, anyway.
Oh, I'd enjoy dressing you, though it begs the question of how long you'd stay dressed.
And I'd spar with you happily, but maybe indoors, this time. If you're anywhere near as skilled as Daemon, I'd rather not end up in the mud again.
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[ when breeding kink meets daddy issues, the sex can get really weird. ]
Did you know we could speak to one another over these devices? We could call to each other, have our conversations though apart.
[ it would be interesting, he thinks, to relay his wants to dorian despite the distance. ask him about his day, or what he's reading, or if he's available to strip aemond of his clothes after a day out riding. ]
I've matched him well, my uncle. Managed to pierce his side once, though he broke my nose in retaliation. [ he's not won a single spar, but he's not saying that, especially considering his penalty for losing. ] You may have a better time against me.
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But, yes. I'd more than enjoy teaching you how to use your tongue. Though from my limited experience, you're already quite good with it.
If you and I spar and then bathe together again, I may have to block out my whole day. Not that I'm complaining.
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[ from the intercourse or the beating he might get remains to be seen. ]
Does it bother you? That my uncle and I are intimate? We are given allowances as a family, but likely on account of our being the ruling House. I was made to understand it is not commonplace at all, and is... unnatural.
[ their words, not his. it's the most natural thing to him. ]
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No, I don't think it does. Tevinter is, as you might imagine, excessively concerned with breeding. It's not so unusual there.
Though generally speaking, you'd see an uncle and niece who can't stand the sight of each other married, back home.
I don't agree with being forced into roles no one wants just for the sake of political jockeying. But that's not what you're asking, I think.
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And you've met my sister. Aegon does his best as a husband.
[ the less he says about aegon and helaena as a wedded couple, the better. ]
I'd have liked to marry within family, myself. We are the last of our blood, but there is a wealth of sons and not enough daughters to go around.
Would you have married, in Tevinter? Your father sounds like he might insist on it.
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But I like you, Aemond. I'm not inclined to pass judgment on however you were raised.
[ Several minutes later: ]
I was promised to a woman with the perfect pedigree, so I could secure a seat closer to the throne and continue my family's legacy. We would have lived a life of luxurious misery together.
My father went so far as to prepare a blood magic ritual to change my nature, so I would marry her without complaint. And that's why I ran.
Have you been promised to anyone? For marriage?
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I was. Still am, I suppose - betrothed to a lady of a great House, with an army worthy of a prince of the realm. I do not remember her name or face, truthfully; I met her the once in the middle of a storm.
Had I a sister to marry, perhaps Mother would have betrothed me sooner. I've always understood I would marry as bid. It is my duty as son of the king, and I should be glad for the privilege.
[ but what is there to be glad about, if it means marrying some common-blooded girl? he cannot say it; it would dishonour his own mother to even think so. ]
What a pair we make, don't we.
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But it does untangle a knot for him, talking about this with Aemond. So many in the Inquisition just see him as the pampered, privileged Tevinter noble; they don't understand what he left behind, what was expected of him that he couldn't bear. ]
Maybe I would have felt differently about carrying on the Pavus legacy, if marriage between two men was allowed back home. Or if I could come to love a woman without turning into a shell of myself to do so. But neither of those things are true, so I suppose I'll never know.
I imagine it's selfish to say it, but I'll be selfish for a moment. I'm glad you're here, and not married to a girl in some far-off place where I never would have met you.
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[ how can he explain to dorian the depths to which heβs come to desire him? even with his lady the fire had burned slow, steadily rising over the days and weeks, nurtured over months. aemond has known dorian for scant a fortnight and already he knows he would mourn is disappearance if he were to leave. aemond desires him, wants him, wants the whole of his knowledge and the fullness of his desire.
it is unbridled greed, what aemond feels for the man. they come from the same well of familial despair but are two different men brought up into the world, and aemond wants to see how they might unravel together. ]
I will not ask more than youβre willing to give, Dorian, beyond one thing. Tell me the truth, when your desire fades and I am only a soft warmth in your eyes. However ugly the truth will be. I will hear it.
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But I also ask for that honesty from you. I would always rather know sooner than later. For both of our sakes.
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aemond likes to keep his promises. it's hard to do that when you know death looms so close he can taste it in his mouth every time he remembers. ]
Honesty for both of us, for as long as we remain fond of each other. And with hope, out of respect for each other in the aftermath.
I am so fond of you, Dorian. Think of me tonight?
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Foolish. But maybe better to be a fool than full of regret for a risk not taken. ]
I'll dream of you, if you promise to dream of me.
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[ the crown of westeros devours everything in its path, and few things taste as sweetly as the misery of its royal family. aemond knows this is by design; why else would otto have a dead prince paraded among the smallfolk for sympathy, and more so why would such a gambit succeed? the same crowd that cheers for their triumphs is the same one that celebrates their downfall. everything they own, everything they are belongs to the kingdom.
to be truly dutiful is to want nothing beyond itself. though aemond has built himself to be the perfect son in his mother's eyes, and fashioned himself after the most loyal of his line, he knows he takes for himself here what he shouldn't.
after alicent's death and its complicated aftermath, aemond is done apologising for his perceived faults. he wants. in particular he wants dorian and his attention, his affections, all of it β he will have what he is given, until it sours in his mouth. ]
Be well, Dorian. Good night.