Baelon II Velaryon is the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Just like his mother he was a strong willed dragon rider. Built for the clouds and forged for fire. He was meant for greatness. But the legacy of his family weighed heavily on his shoulders.
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Aemonds Chambers.
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Aemond's only eye examines Baelon's face, he knew he was above average in looks, but that wasn't what attracted him so. Maybe he was seeking something, something from his past. Because despite the drama of their past, it was the best years of his life.
"I've noticed you Baelon, trust me I have." Aemond whispers softly, his fingers still clutching at Baelon's shirt. He didn't want to let go just yet.
Baelon tilts his head. "Have you? I barely get a proper reaction from you after all these years. I tried to get you to lower your guard and admit to me what we both know. I honestly can't believe it's taking me kissing your brother to get you to be honest." Baelon whispers
But Aemond wasn't honest, not to himself at least. He didn't want to admit that he longed for the man before him, it wasn't in his nature.
"Was that what it was? You kissed my brother so I can get jealous? Shouldn't your wife be enough ammunition?" Aemond asks with a soft scoff. "You already question my affection towards her, so you tell me?" Baelon asks
Aemond watches him silently. "I'm not kissing you, not after those lips touched my brothers." Aemond states
Baelon smirks. "I wouldn't expect you to...why don't we bathe together instead, clean anything he might've touched." Baelon whispers
The prince took Baelon's hand, softening the other hand that was still looped on his shirt. Aemond felt unlike himself, as he guides Baelon to the bath.
Baelon watches with hooded eyes as Aemond slowly undresses, unlacing his trousers. The darker prince took everything he could, slowly following suit.
Aemond was entrapped as Baelon removed his clothing. From within he was thin and lithe, not anything he had expected. He assumed he would be bulky like his real father, but no, the prince had a body meant for a swimmer. The scar on his pubic bone caught his attention, it was large and ran down his leg. It was mostly healed but it was softly jagged and red.
"It's unattractive I know, but you should see the scar I left on him, well his corpse, it was bloody glorious, Aemond." Baelon whispers, his fingers trailing down his scar, his eyes up and watching Aemond, who took him in. He had a careful look, almost soft. "You are meant for battle Aemond, the way you fight in that courtyard...you are not meant for politics." Baelon whispers, stepping closer to the quiet prince.
Aemonds eye snaps up. "Will you be joining the tourney?" Baelon asks, he knew the prince withdrew, he was an overthinker, so he gave him time.
"Tourneys aren't what I want, they are an insult." Aemond states
Baelon chuckles. "Maybe, but it's what your father wants, it would be nice if you honor your house, I know Aegon won't." Baelon states, he slowly reaches over and grabs Aemond's hand. "Let's not talk about my brother when we are naked." Aemond mumbles
Baelon smirks. Aemond reaches down and he grabs Baelon's outer thigh, his eye trailing the line of the scar. "It isn't ugly." Aemond whispers
The warrior hums, his eyes staring up at Aemond's eye patch. "The water must be cold by now, let me heat it some more, and then we can enter." Baelon states he went to pull away, but the hand on his thigh tightened. "We are dragons, we will heat it." Aemond whispers
Aemond pulls away and he slowly enters the bath, feeling the eyes of his paramour, the word was funny, so new and so fitting, he didn't know when he started considering him his lover.
Once submerged in the bath, he looks up at Baelon, who slowly steps forward, bringing a hand up to drag his fingers along the surface of the water. "Join me." Aemond orders, he knew he grew soft, almost too quickly, but this was Baelon.
The older prince finally enters the waters, sitting across from Aemond, who watched him so intently that it sent a chill down his spine. He was just about to speak, to beckon him closer, but the door to his chambers opened, startling the two.
"My prince!" A voice calls out, the voice sounds familiar to Baelon, he tries recognizing it, but the footsteps keep getting closer.
Aemond leans closer, whispering harshly. "Get under the water." He sneers, he is going to get caught. Baelon rolls his eyes and he takes a deep breath submerging himself into the water.
There was a knock at the door of the showers, "my prince." The voice calls again. Aemond clears his throat, "come in." Aemond states, only for his breath to stutter when he feels something hot against his cock.
The door opens and Cahir steps through, wearing his black armor with pride. "I apologize for disturbing you my prince, but Princess Helaena has requested your presence." Cahir states
Aemond clears his throat, trying not to make an embarrassing sound as Baelon's lips wrap around him. Thankfully the bubbles of the bath covered what needed to be covered. "Thank you Ser Nadar, tell my sister I'll be over soon." Aemond states
Cahir eyes him oddly, finding it strange the prince had thanked him. But he ignores it in favor of leaving. Cahir offers a small bow before stepping out.
As soon as the door shut, Aemond's head fell back as he let a soft groan, his lips falling open as Baelon increased his suction.
Baelon smirks around Aemond, amused with his reactions, only for his eyes to roll to the back of his head when Aemond grabs a fist full of his hair.
The prince above him grunts harshly as he thrusts up into the hot mouth, his teeth gritting as he tries to keep his noises a minimum.
Baelon rolls his tongue along a thick vein, resisting the urge to scrap his teeth. His hands come down to Aemond's thighs and he grips them as Aemond attempts to grind down his throat.
Slowly he can feel the lack of air go to his head, so he increases his pace, feeling the male succumb to his touch. It was glorious.
Aemond suddenly sits up, his fist tightening around Baelons hair as he cums down his throat.
Finally, Baelon comes up for air, his chest rising and falling as he pants, his lips shiny and red. "You bastard." Aemond pants, making Baelon laugh.
