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When Jace took himself in hand, his cock was already slick and wet enough that his hand glided across as he desperately stroked it. Unsurprising, given that it had been throbbing and leaking all over itself for what felt like hours. The hand desperately pumping it felt like a sweet relief he sorely needed, like putting down a burden at the end of a long day.
“Aegon!” He gasped into the humid air of the summer evening, spread out on his bed with nothing undone except his breeches, his aching cock hanging heavy in his palm. The only other sounds in the still of his chambers were the wet sounds of him stroking himself in quick, desperate motions.
Damn his uncle! Damn that wanton little harlot to the Seven Hells! He knew what he was doing, he had to. No proper Omega bent over so much, he would swear on his mother’s life. And while nothing in the Seven Pointed Star indicated that the way Aegon’s eyes would sparkle with mischief just before he teased someone was a sin, it damn well felt like it should be. Gods, he was gorgeous. Lips made to kiss and suck and stretch; an ass made for spanking and for thrusting against; large, dark violet eyes that would look so pretty full of tears from choking on him. His sharp tongue would feel a lot gentler on his cock, he was sure. He couldn’t spew filth with his mouth full. And those soft, pretty hands that hadn’t held a sword in years would wrap around his shaft perfectly. His cunt would wrap around it nicely, too. Aegon was so pretty everywhere else, why wouldn’t he be pretty there? Pretty and wet and eager, taking Jace so well. He groaned at the thought, imagining Aegon’s cunt stretching around him as he sunk inside. He would feel better than any whore, he knew it, if only because Jace wanted him so badly that a kiss might make him spurt.
The thought of his own peak brought to mind glorious visions of Aegon’s cunt full of his seed, dripping him as it spasmed and clenched in the aftershocks of its own orgasm. Pearly white spend soaking into the fine silver hairs of his nethers as the rest of it took root in his womb, swelling the Omega with Jace’s child. Jace groaned, tossing his head back and thrusting desperately up into his fist. He would keep him pregnant, he thought. There’d be no mischief if Aegon was constantly large with his babes. Beautifully soft and round, confined to their bed and always there when Jace wanted to sink into him. Framed in light above him as he rode Jace’s cock to completion, holding his heavy belly to brace it, his swollen teats leaking milk for their pups. Gods, the thought alone was almost enough to set him off.
“That’s it, gevie, take it. Take it all, sweetling. Gods, you’re such a pretty slut.” Jace groaned as his hand sped over his cock. A spike of lust went through him at the thought of giving Aegon a spanking on that soft, jiggly ass of his while telling him what a whore he was. But a good whore, Jace’s whore. Just his and no one else’s ever again. All of that experience and that soft, perfect body all for him. He could keep Aegon satisfied, could fuck him so good and so much that he didn’t need anyone else. If his Uncle would just give him a chance he would take him apart and show him what real lovemaking was; how much better it could be if someone who loved you was the one doing it. Jace would worship his Uncle like he deserved, pray at the altar of his body every night. Aegon would never want for attention or affection again, Jace would drown him in both.
“You can be a sweet, pretty boy for me, can’t you?” He groaned, squeezing his balls as he imagined Aegon on his knees for him, pretty eyes gazing up from the floor as Jace used his mouth. Aegon’s hair was as soft as silk, he remembered from their childhood; soft and fine and good for holding onto while he shoved himself down the Omega’s throat. “You can be such a good boy when you try, lovely. I could make you my good little slut. I could fill that cunny so good you never want anyone else again.” He promised to the empty air, flicking his thumb over the head of his cock and imagining it was Aegon’s pretty pink tongue. “That’s it, gevie, just like that. Your mouth is perfect, sweetling. So perfect, taking me so well. I’m going to paint that pretty face for you.”
Fuck, he’d look gorgeous with his face all covered in Jace’s spend; with his soft round cheeks and plush lips dripping with the evidence of how much Jace wanted him. He’d kiss him, then, licking the spend from his lips so he could taste them together. He’d swipe the spend off with his thumb and press it to Aegon’s mouth, watching as he licked every drop off of his finger until his face was clean. Then he’d take him again on his back this time, foreheads pressed together and breathing the same breaths as he fucked his knot into him. He’d tell him how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, how much he’d always loved him; every chance he got, if Aegon would only look his way.
“I love you.” He gasped into the humid air, imagining the way Aegon’s sneering mask would fall away and leave him shocked and vulnerable, those big purple eyes looking up at him with something akin to hope. Aegon was always the most beautiful when caught off guard by how much Jace cared for him. And sometimes, when Jace was really lucky and said just the right thing, he’d give him that sweet little smile; the one that was true, and real, and meant something. “Gods, I love you. I’d die for you, gevie. Words can’t even- Fuck!” He cursed, panting harshly as he neared his peak. That smile, sweet and unguarded from one of the most bitter, guarded people he’d ever known, sparked a hotter fire in him than a thousand thoughts of his cunt.
“Aegon!” He gasped, arching into his hand as he came with a groan, milking himself through it as his seed spilled onto his stomach. And the whole time that sweet, sweet smile was all Jace could think about. “Aegon, sweetling, my love. Gods, if only you knew…”
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Aegon hated the days when Mother commanded him to attend Court. He couldn’t stand the whole procedure. Hours of standing or sitting quietly, not allowed to move about or stretch his limbs. The restless energy that always plagued him would build and build over the course of the day, and he’d always end up scolded for fidgeting. This time it had been for adjusting his boots too often, of all things! Was a man not allowed to be comfortable?
Finally, though, finally he was free. And the second he’d shut the door on his chambers he’d made for the tunnels. They’d assume, when they found him missing, that he’d gone to the brothels. Instead, he’d veer left at the fork and head to the dragonpit. Sunfyre was as restless a beast as he was, and would be itching to fly on such a lovely evening. It was the best time for it in the summer, when the winds were still warm but not suffocatingly hot, and the light was still good enough to see by but dim enough to slip away into.
He was nearly to the fork when a thick, deep groan caught his attention. A sly smile crossed his face as he realized whose walls he was in. His favorite nephew was seeking pleasures of the flesh, eh? His hand, or had the Alpha found a lover? Or worse, brought a whore to the Keep? Aegon crept up to where he knew there was a spot where the walls were thinner and he could hear better. He wouldn’t be able to see anything, but he was sure he could make his inferences from sound alone.
“That’s it, gevie, take it. Take it all, sweetling. Gods, you’re such a pretty slut.” Jace growled, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down Aegon’s spine. So someone was with him, more than likely. Lucky slut. Aegon wished he could see who it was, so he could see whose life to ruin. Instead he closed his eyes, slipping a hand down his stomach and into his breeches where wetness was already pooling from the thought of Jace hard and lustful on the other side of the wall. And my, what filth he was spouting! He had no idea Jace had that kind of beast in him. The dutiful Crown Prince, honorable and respectful, but here he was telling his little slut to take him all.
“I’d take you all, love.” Aegon whispered into the darkness as a finger delicately circled his clit. “I’d take anything you wanted to give me, in whatever hole.” He’d be Jace’s anything if he’d let him, even just a warm body in his bed. Anything to feel those big, rough hands on him and get to taste the salt of his skin and trace the curves of those muscles. If Jace wanted a slut, he could be the best for him. He could show him things other lovers didn’t even know of. Whoever was with him now would pale in comparison to the pleasure he’d bring Jace. He’d get the Alpha so cuntstruck that he’d never even look at another Omega again. Not even whatever sweet little thing was in there with him now, even if Jace seemed to really be enjoying it if the moaning and grunting was anything to go off of. But he could do better, draw even more sounds out, make him say even filthier things.
“You can be a sweet, pretty boy for me, can’t you?” Jace’s voice drifted through the cracks in the wall, and Aegon had to bite down hard on his hand to stifle the absolutely sinful moan he gave as the praise dripped down his spine like hot honey. It wasn’t for him, he knew it wasn’t for him, and yet it shot through him like an arrow anyway. Praise had always turned his head like nothing else, his ultimate weakness. He’d do anything, kill anyone, even prostrate himself before Rhaenyra to hear Jace call him a sweet, pretty boy. “You can be such a good boy when you try, lovely.” Jace continued, and Aegon inhaled a shuddering breath as he let himself pretend the words were for him. He would be such a good boy for him, he would try so hard. Anything, anything to have this kind of soft warmth directed at him.
“I could make you my good little slut. I could fill that cunny so good you never want anyone else again.” Jace said, and it took all of Aegon’s strength to stay standing on his shaking legs as he stuffed his fingers desperately into his slick cunt. That little slut was so fucking stupid, not seeing what he had right there with him. If he wasn’t already Jace’s good boy, if he wasn’t already letting Jace fill him, then he was the King of Fools. But apparently he had the gall to make Jace; kind, sweet, sexy Jace; tell him what could happen, as if he should even have to ask. Aegon wouldn’t make him ask, wouldn’t make him wait. He’d be on his knees for his nephew the second he noticed any trace of interest. Jace’s cock would never be without a warm place to spend if he’d just take notice of him.
“That’s it, gevie, just like that. Your mouth is perfect, sweetling. So perfect, taking me so well. I’m going to paint that pretty face for you.” Jace growled and Aegon gasped, hips arching up off the wall he was leaning on involuntarily. The thought of Jace spending on his face had him whimpering behind his hand, wishing he’d known this would happen so he could bring a toy to suck while he imagined it was Jace in his mouth. Aegon had been blessed once with a glimpse of Jace’s sex, a tourney in the Kingswood leaving the Alpha nowhere to make water but the woods. He knew how thick his shaft was, and how heavy his balls were nestled in the dark thatch of hair between his thighs. The kind of balls that could fuck a whole litter into him in one go. His seed would likely be thick and virile, streaking across Aegon’s face in copious amounts that he could make a show of licking off his fingers when Jace was done. He’d make a show of everything for Jace. Do anything and everything to make it good for him, make his head spin. If he could just get the Alpha hot enough under the collar, he was sure he could snatch him away from whatever stupid whore had dared steal his attention away.
“I love you.” Jace gasped, and Aegon’s hand stilled between his legs, his breath stopping at the exact same moment.
There was no buildup, no prickling at the corners of his eyes. The tears were immediately fat and hot, running down his face like a waterfall. Jace loved this person. This nameless, faceless whore who wasn’t Aegon. Pain bloomed in his chest, spiking and poisonous, and hatred filled him in an instant. He could have stood it, if Jace was tumbling some other Omega. Alphas had needs, and Aegon had been too afraid of rejection to seduce him first. But love? He couldn’t coax Jace away from that. He couldn’t steal Jace from someone he actually cared for. No one would choose Aegon over someone they loved, no matter how good a lover he was.
“Gods, I love you. I’d die for you, gevie. Words can’t even- Fuck!” Jace babbled to his lover as Aegon slid down the wall to slump to a heap on the floor of the secret passageway. He wanted to scream! He wanted to wail and sob and beat his fists against the wall. He wanted to march into the room and pull Jace’s Omega off of him and tear him to shreds. He wanted to claw the bitch’s eyes out and scratch up his presumably pretty face until he was so disfigured not even Aemond could stand to look at him. He’d kill him, he’d kill Jace, he’d kill himself! He’d burn this whole fucking castle down with them all inside! He’d-
“Aegon!” Jace cried, groaning as he came. The world tilted on its axis.
“What?” Aegon gasped into the darkness, louder than he’d meant to. For a moment, he was worried Jace had heard him, but the continued soft groans of Jace milking his own release filtered through. Because he had to be alone, right? Surely he wouldn’t tell someone else he loved them and then call his name. And certainly it wasn’t Aegon the Younger in there with him. Jace wasn’t with someone, he was touching himself. Touching himself to the thought of Aegon. Because he loved him. The tears came back now, just as hot and thick. But instead of a knife twisting in his heart he could swear it was soaring in the sky miles away from his body.
“Aegon, sweetling, my love. Gods, if only you knew…” Jace sighed, and Aegon grinned wide as he let his head fall back against the wall with a little hiccuping giggle. Jace loved him! All of those filthy words of precious praise were for him. Aegon was Jace’s pretty boy, his sweetling, his love. He wanted to get up and burst into the room so he could throw himself in his Alpha’s arms and bask in it, hear those words spoken to him knowingly. To tell Jace that he loved him, too. That he’d do anything to be his. That Jace could fill him and spend on him and do whatever he liked as long as he kept loving him. He wanted to promise him everything he could just to have him: love, devotion, loyalty, his body, his very soul. He would give him children, too, if he wanted them. Trueborn or bastard, he didn’t care as long as they were Jace’s.
But he couldn’t. Jace could not know that Aegon had such easy access to his chambers. It would raise a lot of questions about past actions that he’d been able to sweep under the rug despite suspicious circumstances merely because no one knew how easy it was for him to slip into the Alpha’s rooms: pilfered items for his nest, anonymous gifts left for his Alpha, traces of heat scent from the time he’d been too weak not to sneak in to sniff at Jace’s sheets. It would be mortifying for Jace to figure it out now, when he was supposed to be focused on how much he loved Aegon and not how untoward Aegon could be. No, he would come to Jace later, when he could better control the situation. Even if he would give anything to see Jace right now, spread out bare on his bed with spend on his hand and stomach and that long, thick cock softening because Aegon had managed to bring him off without even being in the room; because Jace wanted him, and loved him, and touched himself thinking about him.
He would give his nephew something much nicer to touch next time.
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Jace was being tortured. He didn’t know if it was on purpose, though one could never put anything past Aegon, but intent didn’t matter in the face of what was happening to him. Everywhere he went, the scent of fine wine, ripe berries, and amber honey followed him like a ghost. Was it not enough that that scent haunted his dreams? Was it not enough that he had to endure it whenever Aegon was near, his gums aching from the need to bite into the source of it? He felt a stalking beast, caged and agitated and ready to attack. He could feel the itch of another triggered rut on the horizon, a frequent occurrence since he’d returned from Dragonstone to find his uncle pretty and perfect and smelling of all the things Jace wanted.
“Jace.” Someone called from behind him and Jace rounded on them, eyes Alpha red and fangs bared.
“What?” He snapped, freezing as he realized it was just Luke. His little brother stared at him with wide eyes, scent quickly receding to not piss off the older, more dominant Alpha. Dammit, now Aegon had him snapping at people!
“Are you alright, brother?” Luke asked, backing away slightly. “I only wished to ask if you wanted to fly with me?”
Jace took a breath, trying to calm himself. But now Luke’s scent was mixing with Aegon’s in the air and it was making him irrationally angry. It was just the two smells existing in the same place, not even at the same strength. Aegon had already gone before Luke had come and yet the thought of another Alpha’s scent tangling with Aegon’s made him want to scream.
“Not right now, Luke, my apologies.” He said evenly, keeping his breathing shallow so he wouldn’t have to smell aspen sap and wine and- He could get through this. “I should retire, I find myself unsettled.”
“Of course.” Luke said awkwardly starting to shuffle away. “Be well, Jace.”
As soon as Luke was gone around the corner, Jace let his composure slip and flooded the hallways possessively with cedar and oakmoss, claiming Aegon’s scent back from his brother. It was official, he was going insane. He was stewing in jealousy over a brother that didn’t even want Aegon when the Omega was probably luxuriating in a brothel somewhere anyway.
His hands balled into fists. Thinking of Aegon with Alpha whores wasn’t making things any better. Their hands on his skin, their cocks inside of him, their scents on his body. It should be him. His hands, his cock, his scent.
A shudder of burning rage shook through him, and his knuckles cracked as he slammed his fist into the hard stone of the corridor wall.
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Aegon wondered if this next part was perhaps where he took things too far.
But it just felt so right to be surrounded by the scent of cedar and oakmoss as he slid his thickest toy into his dripping cunt. The black silk was already being ruined by the dripping mess of his anticipation, and the wet sound his body made as it stretched around the toy and sucked it inside promised even more destruction. He could close his eyes and imagine it was Jace’s cock, that thick, glorious thing he’d spied in the Kingswood and filled his fantasies with ever since. He could imagine the large, muscular Alpha caging him in with his body, pinning him to the bed and making him take every inch.
“Jace.” He gasped as the head of the toy settled against his womb, his cunt clenching around it as if to keep it inside even as Aegon pulled it out with a low moan. The toy wasn’t even quite the size of Jace and yet he was still so stunningly full of it. If it were Jace, he was sure he could feel every ridge and vein of him like this. He pushed it back inside with an obscene sound that sent heat flaring through him as he set a quick, punishing pace to get himself off fast. He had limited time and a goal, after all.
His other hand pinched and plucked soft, rosy nipples until they were hard and pebbled before sliding down his stomach to rub his clit in rough circles in time with the thrust of the toy inside of him. Hot gasps and pants filled the room, punctuated only by the sucking sound of his cunt being fucked and hitching little cries of Jace’s name. He came once, jerking and gasping, and then kept going. His scent was already a thick cloud in the room, but he wasn’t here to only go halfway.
He thought of Jace in the Kingswood, cock out and frustrated from a fruitless hunt. Aegon could have gone up behind him and wrapped an arm around, felt that thick heavy shaft in his hand. He could have whispered dirty nothings in his ear as he stroked him, heard those groans and gasps that he’d caught through the walls up close in all their splendor. He could have kneeled before his Prince and taken him into his mouth, run his tongue over every vein and drink down every drop of him. Another orgasm ripped through him without what he needed and he keened in frustration as he sped up the thrust of the toy and pinched his clit.
He’d never taken a knot before, never let an Alpha spill inside of him. He’d let Jace do it, he’d beg Jace to do it. With a cock that thick, his knot had to be enormous and Aegon’s cunt pulsed and a whine built up in his throat just at the thought. A thick cock and a thicker knot and Jace’s seed inside of him. He’d be so full of his sweet Prince, stuffed to bursting with his gallant knight. Aegon choked on a plaintive moan as he thrashed in the bed. Jace’s mark on his throat, Jace’s pup in his belly, just Jace, his forever and always in every way.
Aegon’s hand flew up to the pillow beside his head, fingers digging in until the silk fabric tore and his hips arching sharply off the bed as his cunt squirted a flood of fragrant Omegan release all over Jace’s black silk sheets. He soaked the bed in his juices, twitching and jerking as he came before flopping back down into the bed panting hard and looking up at the canopy of the bed dazed.
Ignore that, sweetling.
Aegon collected himself and rose on shaky limbs, redressing and stumbling out of Jace’s chambers and back to his own to wait for his Alpha’s reaction.
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Jace groaned like a wounded thing as he entered his chambers.
He barely processed what was happening, what had happened, what Aegon had done as he fell to his knees at the bedside and buried his face in the sodden sheets with another desperate sound that wrenched itself out of the back of his throat. His fangs shot out of his gums almost violently and sunk into the mattress as he closed his mouth around dripping black silk and sucked the slick from it.
His head was spinning, he couldn’t think. All he could focus on was the taste of honey and wine and Omega lust and sexual satisfaction exploding in his mouth and assaulting his nose as he buried his face deeper in the mess. His hips bucked wildly against the bed as if Aegon was beneath him, knot already starting to swell as the heady sensation of Aegon’s squirt dug its claws into his hindbrain and pulled.
Distantly, he knew he had to stop. That he looked like a fool rutting into the side of his mattress and biting and sucking at his sheets. It was unseemly, unbecoming of a Prince. But he wasn’t a Prince right now. He was an Alpha whose Omega fixation had squirted all over his bed like he owned it and in Jace’s lust-addled brain he did.
The thought that stopped him wasn’t propriety, or duty, or even embarrassment. It was the thought that Aegon should be here. That if he owned Jace’s bed, if he’d cum in it, he should still be in those sheets naked and wet and waiting for him. That he wasn’t had him growling low in his throat in possessive fury, his eyes bleeding red as he withdrew his fangs from the mattress and stood.
If Aegon wanted to stake a claim to his bed, that was fine. Jace would just stake a claim to him. His Uncle would learn that Jacaerys Velaryon was not an Alpha who played games or engaged in farce. He was a Prince. He was a knight. He was a dragon, and he took what he wanted. In Fire and Blood.
And Aegon’s blood would taste so sweet on his tongue as they burned together.
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Jace didn’t bother with unnecessary things like greetings or seduction.
The door to Aegon’s chamber burst open as he stalked in on a cloud of cedar, oakmoss, and an almost crazed lust. The door slammed behind him and before Aegon could move, he’d pinned the Omega to the bed with two large hands on slender wrists and claimed his mouth with a bruising force that spoke of a long-caged beast set free and rampaging. He bit at his lips, fangs splitting the soft pink flesh and tearing a groan from the Alpha as he tasted his Omega’s sweet coppery blood.
Aegon didn’t hesitate, his back arching and a mewl slipping out between their lips. Jace could still smell the scent of slick and orgasm on him, and a shudder went down his spine as his hips bucked into Aegon’s. His rock hard cock slid against the hot seam of his uncle’s clothed cunt and he snarled possessively, thrusting against him again and drawing a keen from the man below him. His grip on his uncle’s wrists tightened, and a dark thrill went through him knowing they’d likely be bruised tomorrow in the shape of his fingers.
But he let them go, much more interested in gripping Aegon’s soft thighs and forcing them wider apart. The Omega’s hands flew to tangle in his curls and drag him back down into another messy kiss as Jace settled between his spread thighs. Eager fingers groped at them roughly, digging into the soft give of the flesh and reveling in the indolent plushness built by years of wine and laziness.
“You audacious slattern.” Jace growled against Aegon’s mouth. “You squirted all over my bed.”
“You love it.” Aegon hissed smugly, biting Jace’s bottom lip with a husky giggle that Jace answered with a groan.
“I love you, you theatrical whore.” Jace snarled, biting a trail from the corner of Aegon’s lips, across his jaw, to his neck. “And I’m going to bite you. Now. While you squirt that sweet slick all over my knot.”
“Yes!” Aegon gasped, fingers tightening to the point of heady, pleasurable pain in Jace’s hair. “Take me, love. Claim me, keep me. I love you, too. Don’t ever let me go.”
Jace nipped his scent gland. Not hard enough to mark, but enough to draw a ragged groan out of his Omega. Jace reared back, taking Aegon’s forest green doublet in two hands and ripping through the velvet in one mighty tug.
“Fuck!” Aegon cursed heatedly, thighs trying to squeeze around Jace’s waist and only digging Jace’s fingers deeper into them. Jace ignored him, latching his mouth onto one soft, rosy nipple and tugging with his teeth as he let go of his thighs. His fingers yanked roughly at Aegon’s laces and shoved his breeches and smallclothes down in one quick motion. One thigh was hiked back up in a possessive grip as he other drilled into his sodden cunt with military precision.
“You’re already open.” Jace snarled against his chest, dark eyes burning up at him in territorial rage. “Did you-”
“Toy!” Aegon gasped out, shaking his head frantically. “Just a toy, love. In your bed, thinking of you, I swear it.”
“Good.” Jace growled, kissing and sucking his way down Aegon’s torso until he got to the soft swell of his lower tummy where his womb lay, biting the skin there possessively. “You’re mine, Aegon. No more whores, no more lovers. I will satisfy you.”
“Yes!” Aegon gasped, tossing his head back against the pillow in wanton abandon. Disheveled silver curls flew across the green silk, a halo of moonlight around his Omega’s pretty face. “I’m yours, just yours, please!”
“Not yet.” Jace growled low in his throat dark eyes wild as they honed in on Aegon’s unmarked neck. “But I will remedy that.”
He notched the blunt head of his weeping cock against Aegon’s hole, the folds parting eagerly and the head sinking in with no effort as if Aegon’s cunt was trying to swallow him up and suck him in. He groaned headily as the soft heat of him molded around him, unable to help himself from continuing to sink in as every inch opened a new door of hedonistic pleasure. Aegon’s cunt seemed made for him, hugging every curve and ridge of him like they were made to fit together like key and lock.
“Gods, you feel like all Seven Heavens.” Jace moaned as he bottomed out inside of Aegon, the tip of his cock pressed snug against his womb where his seed would take root. He didn’t wait for Aegon’s reply, pulling himself out against the soft suction of the hole that wanted to keep him inside. A shudder wracked his body at the sensation, his hips bucking forward to slam back inside of his Omega’s cunt.
He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against Aegon’s soft, fat ass and making it jiggle enticingly with every thrust. Gods, he loved Aegon’s ass. And it was his now, all of it, all of him. His hands shifted to Aegon’s hips, gripping him hard with the express intent to bruise, to mark, to claim. Aegon wouldn’t be able to look at his thighs, hips, or neck tomorrow without remembering this, remembering Jace.
“You’re going to take it, love.” He hissed in his ear, smirking as his mate whimpered and nodded eagerly. “You’re going to take everything I give you like the good, pretty boy you are.” That made Aegon make a choked off, utterly wrecked noise that had Jace’s grin growing feral at the edges as he leaned back to look at him, slowing his thrust down to a teasing grind against Aegon’s womb.
“Do you like it when I call you that, pretty boy?” Jace asked, voice a low purr. Aegon made another undignified sound and Jace huffed out a delighted laugh. “Oh you do, don’t you? You like being my good boy? My sweet, pretty thing?” He teased, pressing himself down bodily over his mate and grinding his hips in slow, deep circles as he put his lips right against Aegon’s ear and whispered, “My lovely, perfect, golden Aegon. You can cum for me, can’t you precious thing? Be a good boy.”
“Jace.” Aegon whimpered, breathless and half sobbing. His nails dug deliciously into Jace’s scalp, tugging at his hair desperately. He could feel how close Aegon was. The flutter of his walls, he way he tightened and clenched, the sweet breathy hitches in his voice. All he needed to do was push him over the edge.
“I’ve got you, pretty Princess. Come apart for me, gorgeous. Let go.” He whispered against the shell of his ear, tightening his hold on his hips as he thrust hard, deep, and slow.
Aegon followed his command to the letter, keening weakly as he arched against Jace and exploded around him. The smell of his squirt and the feel of it soaking his thighs spun Jace’s head around and the next thing he knew his knot was locked in Aegon’s milking heat and the Omega was guiding his mouth to his neck. Jace didn’t even hesitate, opening his jaw wide and sinking his fangs into Aegon’s scent gland.
Wine, honey, blood, and sweetness flooded his mouth and he groaned in ecstasy as all of his senses were immediately filled with Aegon as the bond clicked into place and thrummed to life, strong and true and unbreakable. His release hit him at the same time, his eyes rolling back into his head and a wrecked moan vibrating around Aegon’s scent gland as his spend flooded the Omega’s cunt.
They lay like that for a long moment, teeth still lodged in gland and breaths heaving together in the humid silence.
“I can’t believe you fucking squirted in my bed.” Jace grumbled as he extracted his teeth from Aegon’s neck and started to lick the wound to help close it.
“You said I was a good boy!” Aegon protested. Jace grabbed his chin firmly and held his head in place, smirking when Aegon’s eyes glazed over a bit.
“You are.” He assured, kissing him. “But good boys can do bad things. And when they do they get punished.”
“This wasn’t my punishment?” Aegon asked, raising an impish eyebrow.
“No, this was me putting an end to your tomfoolery and establishing the rules.” Jace grumbled playfully, shaking Aegon’s head by the chin. “Making sure you know who you belong to.”
“I already knew.” Aegon snorted. “I just thought you didn’t want to keep me.”
“Mm, we’re going to have to work on your self-esteem, precious.” Jace hummed, placing soft, languid kisses to his cheeks and neck before starting to rearrange them so he could lay down without squishing his mate. “I’ll add lovable and adorable to the list.”
“The list is getting long.” Aegon laughed, the sound a little awkward. He was testing Jace, and Jace wasn’t going to sit there and fail.
“It’s the shortest it’ll ever be, clever boy.” Jace said, laying down behind him and molding himself to Aegon’s back. “Oh look, it just got longer.” He teased. “Charming. Witty. Audacious. There I go again.”
“Actually you used that last one already.” Aegon said, the smirk dripping from his voice. “You called me an audacious slattern.”
“You squirted in my bed.” Jace reiterated sternly. “You are an audacious slattern. My audacious slattern.”
“Forever?” Aegon asked, somewhere between nervous and impish as his fingers traced the wrist of the hand Jace had splayed over the fingerprint bruises on his hip.
“And always.” Jace vowed, tangling their fingers together and drawing Aegon into a kiss.