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At nightfall Alicent left the room. She had let her husband know she was out for the night. Viserys never really minded her going out so late, he knew she was joining Rhaenyra, probably to spend some time hidden somewhere or flying away with her lover’s dragon. They almost never exchanged on this, Alicent would visit Rhaenyra, Daemon would visit Viserys. All four of them agreed with this.
Once his wife had left, Viserys sat on the bed, slowly undressing and lying down. The fire crackled shyly as the coldness of the chamber ran on his skin. The door slammed open, sending shivers down Viserys’ spine. Apathetic noises of boots hitting the hard floor, a leather figure appearing in the feeble light, sword resting at his side.
“Eager are we?”
Daemon smiled, the curves of his lips intensified by the light. He approached the bed, one hand on his sword’s handle, thumb rubbing needily rubbing the top of it. Daemon stopped a few feet away from the bed, not moving.
“Is this another of your weird games?”, sighed Viserys.
“What game, brother?”, laughed Daemon, “I’m simply enjoying the view of my King, naked on his bed, half-hard, waiting for his little brother to fuck him rough.”
Words went directly to Viserys ears, thighs, cock. Slightly shifting on the bed, the man raised his hand to the headboard, fingers knocking on it impatiently, pulling a deep laugh out of Daemon.
“You like it when it hurts don’t you?”, cooed the younger Prince, reaching for the cloth next to the bed, he tied Viserys’ wrists to the hardwood, spreading his arms open.
Both pain and arousal coursed through the King’s veins, apprehension eating him alive. It was not the first time, not the first night. Daemon would come almost every night after Alicent left. It had begun with kisses, bodies rubbing. Viserys was initiated to hand jobs, blow jobs, to his brother's depraved domination. Night after nights he would be left ruined, fucked to the bone, bruised, denied of pleasure.
“You look so pretty all tied up for me.”, rasped Daemon, his nails slowly scratching his brother’s wrist.
Stepping back, he undid his clothes, fabric falling to the floor as he moved on the bed, between his brother’s wanting thighs. Spreading his legs in response, Viserys felt digits harshly gripping his legs, lifting them up. Unconcerned by his brother’s small whines at his rough movements, Daemon rested on his knees, thighs against his King’s, cock angry and hard against the sensitive, hot skin.
“What a pretty sinful sight”, breathed Daemon, leaning in to press his fingers on his older brother’s mouth, his other hand still digging into the soft skin, chest moving shakily with arousing need, “The King naked, cock untouched, legs spread apart on instinct, happily craving his rogue of a younger brother’s dick buried inside him”, Viserys part his dry lips, welcoming Daemon’s cold fingers, fucking his mouth open without any restraint, “I like when nothing is denied to me, especially if they come crawling at my feet like needy whores.”, he continued, fingers moving in and out with lustful noises, “Make them wet brother, or maybe you want it to hurt when I fuck you open with those?”
Wet or not, Daemon size would always be painful to take entirely. Viserys would rather have both his mouth and ass fucked, multiplying the pleasure, than refusing his brother dirty desires. He enjoyed the sight, the absolute delight in his degenerated brother eyes’ when he was obeying like a not so innocent maiden. Moving his hips against Daemon, he felt the tip of the man erection rub against his entrance, slowly and painfully lifting his lower body so it could reach his balls and own cock, moaning around the digits still harshly fucking into his mouth, saliva coating his lips and chin.
Taking his fingers out without warning, Daemon leaned in, hips moving in rhythm, welcoming his brother’s needy rubs, precum wetting his entrance. Biting the lower lips, the younger Prince sucked on it with obscene noises, echoing in the room accompanied by the skins slamming erratically onto each other. Forcing inside, Daemon licked aggressively, dominating Viserys’ tongue with his own. Breaking the kiss, breathing heavily, he reached for a small piece of clothes, he spit inside his brother’s mouth, just before covering it.
“Keep that in, don’t swallow”, he purred, “Want to make sure I am inside you everywhere.”
Daemon smiled, taking a second to appreciate his meal. Viserys tied up by the wrist, eyes helpless and with the gag on his mouth. Looking like the perfect little submissive whore Daemon loved him to be.
“I think I like you better like this. I will push you to the edge, until the gag isn’t enough to muffle your pitiful pleas and moans.”
Fingers wet, the man hungrily reached for the King’s dry hole, circling it, before pushing in with much nonchalance, making the older man whimper at the intrusion. He started to move as soon as he was in, surprised and delighted at the slight resistance despite so many nights of intense sexual intercourses. Feeling the tight walls clenching around him made Daemon groan in obscene pleasure, not caring about being heard in the whole castle. Pushing a second finger in, he set a harsh pace, staring into his big brother’s half closed eyes, choking on the gag. Instinctively in need and arousal, Viserys had started moving on the finger, fucking himself deep with Daemon long digits.
“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”, laughed the Rogue Prince.
Entering a third finger, Daemon felt his brother’s hole twist, clench around him as he was mercilessly fucking inside, bestial groans and muffled moans filling the room. Spreading his fingers the best he could, scissoring deep, hitting that one spot that would send Viserys eyes rolling into his head.
“That’s not even my cock yet, sweet brother.”, he taunted, leaning in to lick the older man’s oversensitive nipples, biting harshly, tongue circling the reddened skin.
The barrier between pain and pleasure had been long broken, there was no telling the difference between them as Viserys both cried out and moaned in the gag. Three fingers were enough for his sight to go white, but he needed his brother’s cock now. He was close, dangerously close, untouched. Daemon felt the King’s body tense as his wrists movements became more violent and erratic.
“Don’t you dare cumming, you whore.”, he grunted, “If you do, I’m not fucking that sweet and abused ass. I’ll leave you to cum in your pathetic hands.”
Viserys shakily nodded, his brother guttural and dominant voice heating up his entire body, blood buzzing in his ears as he continuously pushed on the fingers. He left out a sob as he felt the emptiness inside him when Daemon roughly took his fingers out. Raising them to his mouth, he sucked on them with depraved passion.
“Tastes delicious”, murmured Daemon, a smirk forming on his lips as he savored his fingers, “Wonder what it does with cum inside it.”
Aligning with the older man’s entrance, the younger Prince buried himself in, in a single harsh push.
“F-fuck! Fucking hells”, he yelled, starting to move as soon as he was in, caring very little about his brother’s pleas and sobs, “Still so tight, ass made for my cock isn’t it?”
Feeling his body teared apart, hole full, Viserys moaned loudly against the gag, saliva coating it, choking on his breath as he felt Daemon move. Taking his cock out in a painfully slow movement, biting his lips as he fed himself of Viserys' need and arousal, Daemon slammed back in, obscene slap of skins sounding like bliss to his ears. Setting a fast and ruthless pace, nails digging in the sensitive thighs, he moved his hips in absolute despair, fucking in and out, feeling his brother’s hotness and wall tense around his length, hardly taking him whole.
“It’s so good not to hear you annoying little voice”, groaned Daemon, cock lustfully fucking inside, hitting deeper with each thrusts, “Your stupid orders, your council of cunts, rambling about their idiotic concerns. No exiles, no remonstrance. Only that tight hole taking my cock so good like it was meant for it, just you bending over for it to reach d-deeper…!”
Daemon leaned in, pace erratic and irregular, breathing heavily against the gag, hands grabbing Viserys’ waist as he forced him down his shaft, chasing his own release.
“Reminder, sweet brother”, he murmured, “Don’t cum. Be a good boy, a good little King for your people. Let that needy and neglected cock bounce on that belly.”, his thrusts had slowed, not fast and harsh anymore but painful and deep, “You’ll cum once I leave this room and you can only think about my cock filling you up, each time you move, you walk, you sit, for days.”
With a few slams, Daemon groaned, semen spilling deep inside his brother's sensitive, hot hole as he gave a few more thrusts to empty himself fully. A moaning mess against the gag coated with saliva, Viserys was shaking, vision going black, cock hurting from being neglected and untouched, on the verge of cumming, desperately holding on to the last pieces of sanity to not disobey his younger brother. Daemon moved back after a few seconds, imprinting his length deep inside his King, making sure he would feel it for hours, days, until next time. Stepping back, sitting, catching his breath, admiring the mess of cum, sweat and moans his brother was, Daemon smirked. Sinfully, painfully, he pressed a finger against Viserys’ cock, making him move up, rub against it, sob in need.
“Cumming is a reward you haven’t been good enough to receive.”