[ there is no shame in him regarding this. here is a room, private by virtue of a door closed; if anyone should enter and make themselves known then aemond will remind them that the room is already taken up and made use of. their enemies have yet to learn how doors work, too - if that changes, then it will be a challenge to meet.
until then, until something happens worth worrying over, he will take this warmth and drink from it. he is a prince, son of a king, regent; doubting one's wants is a skill reserved for the smallfolk. ]
Here, [ he remarks, guiding dorian's hand to shape him in rough strokes. their hands are dry and cool, slow to warm, but it's coming along the more they touch. aemond rocks his hips back against dorian's own as he lets the heat of dorian's hand travel through him in waves. ] This is good.
Summer nights, [ he continues with the fantasy, ] on a balcony facing the sea. Low candlelights. The ocean breeze cooling the sweat on your back. The sky wide open above us, the stars watching as I open you up. I want to see you knelt before me as you kiss the wetness off my skin.
[ he misses the sun. he misses fire, how it burns. he misses the heat of the sky embracing him in flight.
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[ there is no shame in him regarding this. here is a room, private by virtue of a door closed; if anyone should enter and make themselves known then aemond will remind them that the room is already taken up and made use of. their enemies have yet to learn how doors work, too - if that changes, then it will be a challenge to meet.
until then, until something happens worth worrying over, he will take this warmth and drink from it. he is a prince, son of a king, regent; doubting one's wants is a skill reserved for the smallfolk. ]
Here, [ he remarks, guiding dorian's hand to shape him in rough strokes. their hands are dry and cool, slow to warm, but it's coming along the more they touch. aemond rocks his hips back against dorian's own as he lets the heat of dorian's hand travel through him in waves. ] This is good.
Summer nights, [ he continues with the fantasy, ] on a balcony facing the sea. Low candlelights. The ocean breeze cooling the sweat on your back. The sky wide open above us, the stars watching as I open you up. I want to see you knelt before me as you kiss the wetness off my skin.
[ he misses the sun. he misses fire, how it burns. he misses the heat of the sky embracing him in flight.
this is a closest to it that he can get. ]