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Arriving a little earlier than the appointed time, Lucerys looked around with interest at the piercing studio his uncle had opened a couple of years ago. The walls were decorated with pictures of various types of piercings, tattoos, and posters of old metal bands. Lucerys smiled approvingly. His uncle hadn't changed his taste. Having made an appointment two months ago, Lucerys had been eagerly awaiting this day, ready for his first piercing. He thoughtfully twirled a strand of dark hair that fell in waves to his shoulders and, exhaling, finally knocked on the door. Heavy music could be heard from inside, and Lucerys, not waiting for an invitation, pulled the door handle himself.
“Hello, is anyone here?” He took a step forward, finding himself in a sterile room that smelled of pure alcohol and a typically masculine perfume. Strange, he had hoped that the lady master he had spoken to on the phone would be waiting for him.
“Luke?” “Aemond, his uncle, emerged from behind a paravent where he had apparently been working on his tools. ”Missed your uncle?"
Lucerys froze, staring at him. Aemond's gorgeous silver hair was loose, his face was covered with his usual eye patch, and his hands were encased in black gloves. Bare hands, by the way. Because of the summer heat, Aemond preferred to work in a tank top with a gothic inscription that Lucerys could barely make out. His black jeans were adorned with several chains, which jingled as Aemond took a couple of steps toward Lucerys.
They both eyed each other from head to toe, meeting for the first time since Aegon's recent party. Lucerys, unlike Aemond, looked summery-fresh, and bright. He wore a red top that exposed his flat stomach and casual pants of the same color. Lucerys loved to adorn himself with homemade jewelry: colorful beads and pearls adorned his neck and wrists. As an alpha, Aemond felt his superiority over his omega nephew and smirked smugly, catching Lucerys off guard.
“Um... Where's the lady master? I made an appointment with her on the phone,” he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, not daring to go further into the room.
“Who? I don't have any lady masters, Luke. Maybe you're confusing her with my sister? She sometimes answers the phone, but that doesn't make her a master. I'm the only master here, and sometimes a guy from the North,” Aemond chuckled meaningfully and closed the door behind Lucerys. ”What, do you want to cancel your appointment because it's me?”
“Um... I heard you have a light touch and do beautiful, high-quality work, but...” Lucerys didn't notice how he blushed and bit his lower lip, barely smearing his nude tint.
“I'm just cold-blooded,” Aemond said, walking over to his workstation with a sly smile. He seemed to deliberately pick up a piercing needle and examine it with his one eye. “Let me guess, you want your belly button pierced? Like so many young omegas or students like you.”
Lucerys swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. He risked moving closer to Aemond.
“You're not going to hurt me on purpose, are you?”
“For what you did to me when I was a child? Hmm,” Aemond pretended to think, tossing his hair back. He squinted, staring at Lucerys. “I'm a professional. Even if I want to hurt you, I can't.”
“That's a clever answer. I've been waiting for this day for so long. Your studio is very popular and has a good reputation, but...”
“But what?” Aemond asked curiously. Lucerys' confusion began to amuse him.
“Okay,” Lucerys gathered his courage and sat down on the couch next to Aemond's workstation. He dug his fingers into the leather upholstery. “Anyway, I want an intimate piercing.”
Aemond blinked a couple of times, then chuckled thoughtfully.
“What, right there?” Aemond lowered his gaze to Lucerys' groin, unable to suppress a smirk.
“Yes, right there,” Lucerys nodded, feeling the blood rush to his freckled cheeks again. “You can do it, right? I can trust you?”
"Well... I certainly won't tell anyone. But let me ask you, why do you want to do that? I understand piercing your nose, eyebrows, belly button, but your pussy…” Aemond demonstratively picked up the needle again. He had no intention of scaring Lucerys, he just wanted to warn him. “Are you dating someone and that person asked you to do it for fun?”
“No, I don't have anyone, and no one asked me to. I want to do it myself. I heard that... Well... It's so embarrassing. Can you not ask me?” Lucerys shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
“I can't. I'm curious. You're only nineteen, what could you have heard? About the extra stimulation from piercings?” Aemond didn't blush or seem embarrassed at all as he had this very frank conversation with his nephew. An attractive and likable nephew, by the way.
Aemond often flirted with him at family dinners at his father's house and at restaurants during celebrations. Lucerys didn't attach any importance to his frivolous displays of attention, as most alphas reacted to his presence in a similar manner. But Aemond still stood out among them because, after a couple of glasses of wine or cocktails, Lucerys invariably reciprocated.
“Even if that's the case, it's my business and my body, uncle. You have a piercing too, don't you? Why do you have it?” Lucerys, unable to tolerate Aemond's insolence any longer, began to get annoyed, responding sarcastically to his questions.
“Yes, I do. On my tongue. I just like it,” Aemond shrugged, keeping his gaze fixed on Lucerys.
“I like it too. Well? Are you going to work or do I need to find another studio?”
“Damn,” Aemond exhaled heavily. “You signed up for this yourself. Take off your pants, and don't whine that it hurts or that it's not what you expected.”
“I won't whine, and you won't scare me with needles,” Lucerys got up from the couch, unbuckling his belt and fly. “Are you going to watch me undress?”
“Luke, you'll have to spread your legs for me,” Aemond clicked his tongue, watching Lucerys take off his pants. Lucerys was left in his top, socks, and white cotton underwear with strawberries embroidered on it. “Hmm, cute panties.”
Aemond barely suppressed a laugh.
“Are you this friendly with all your clients?” Lucerys placed his pants on the nearest chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Should I sit or lie down?”
“Whatever you want. Choose whichever is more comfortable for you.” Aemond shook his head and returned to his work, putting on new gloves and treating them, the necessary tools, and the jewelry with alcohol.
Lucerys preferred the couch with a backrest. He had to see at least part of the process. Still in his underwear, he settled comfortably on it.
“So, you're not even going to ask what kind of jewelry I want or where exactly I want the piercing?”
“I'll ask when I see it. You know, every person's body is different, and certain types of piercings aren’t suitable for everyone. So take off your funny panties,” Aemond lowered his chair and moved it closer to Lucerys along with the work table. “Didn't you Google it?”
“Of course I Googled it! As a professional, you're right, and I'm glad. But can you do without the sarcasm?” Lucerys rolled his eyes and, trying not to pay attention to Aemond, began to pull off his underwear.
“No,” Aemond grinned. “You amuse me, nephew. Well, I'm waiting.”
“No one will come in here, right?”
“No. You're the last one.”
“What if someone comes in without an appointment?”
“I locked the damn door,” Aemond moved closer to the couch. He was directly opposite Lucerys' still closed legs. Of course, Aemond didn't have to deal with other clients for this long. His patience and self-control were enviable.
“Does it really have to be this bright in here?” Lucerys finally pulled off his underwear and placed it next to him. His knees were shaking, and his voice was a little hoarse.
“Yes, how am I supposed to see what I'm piercing? Especially with one eye,” Aemond rolled that one eye and demonstratively lowered the lamp next to him. “Do you want me to spread your legs? I can do that, but it will be a sexual harassment without your permission.”
Lucerys exhaled loudly, blushing as much as he could, and slowly spread his legs in front of Aemond.
"I want a clitoral piercing," he whispered, seeing Aemond's eye widen and flash. ”What, why are you frozen?"
“You have such a pretty little pussy, maybe we shouldn't pierce it?” Aemond, concentrating and trying his best to be professional, touched Lucerys' pussy. He gently squeezed his clit between two fingers. “How sensitive are you?”
Lucerys forgot how to breathe, his skin covered with goosebumps, and a pleasant shiver ran through his body. He bit his lower lip until it hurt, looking at Aemond between his legs.
“Why is that relevant?”
“Because if you're very sensitive, it's better not to get a piercing here. It will be painful and pointless,” Aemond raised two fingers slightly above the clit. “We could have pierced it here, but still...”
“What?” Lucerys shifted on the couch, feeling the blood drain from his cheeks and rush to his groin. Aemond kept his eyes fixed on his pussy, approaching this professional-intimate matter with complete seriousness.
“Why the clitoris? Why don't you want an aesthetic piercing, for example, on your labia?” Aemond, seemingly carried away by the process for reasons entirely unrelated to his professional duties, ran his fingers between Lucerys’ folds. Now he could see the small hole of his pink, smooth pussy. Aemond touched the left inner part, then the right. “Here, for example. Or here.”
A quiet but telltale moan escaped Lucerys' plump lips. He ran his palms over his burning face. Aemond hadn't heard, had he? Lucerys prayed to the gods that he hadn't. On the other hand, he could see his pussy filling with blood, his slick pooling. What the hell was he doing getting aroused on a fucking couch in a piercing studio? At least the special cream was blocking his sweet omegan scent.
“I don't know... I like my clit. I mean... I want a piercing right there!” Lucerys intuitively lifted his hips when Aemond touched his little spot again with two fingers. Damn it. He was getting wet fast, and his head was spinning. Aemond was handsome, and now, looking at his pussy and touching it, he was very seductive. His muscles tensed, as did the veins on his strong arms. No, no, he shouldn't even think about something like that. Lucerys mumbled. “I'd like to... Gods. I'd like a barbell.”
“I don't think you need any ring here. As I said we do it for aesthetics or…” Aemond swallowed loudly. His mouth instantly filled with saliva. Lucerys was getting aroused and wet before his eye. His pretty pussy glistened with slick in the light. “Luke... You're very sensitive after all.”
“Aemond,” Lucerys arched his back and closed his eyes, feeling Aemond touch and stimulate his clit, no longer like a professional. In a certain sense, like a professional, but not like a piercing master. Lucerys’ long eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted in whimpering moans. “This... isn't right.”
“Hmm, I think it's just right,” Aemond smiled smugly, circling his clit, teasing it. “You don't need a damn piercing, your pussy is fine the way it is. And inviting.”
“What? Oh, gods, yes...” Lucerys, losing his last doubts, gave in to the pleasant sensations, moaning more sensually and begging for more. But he didn't like something. “Take off your gloves.”
“Hmm, are you seducing your master, you little, naughty omega?” Aemond grinned crookedly but complied with Lucerys' request. He had long since abandoned any sense of propriety or subordination.
After all, this wasn't just anyone sitting in front of him, not just a client, but his omega nephew, who was relentlessly drawing him in. His sweet scent broke through the blocker, and Aemond was instantly intoxicated, touching Lucerys' pussy with his bare fingers. He slid them from his clit to his hole and back up again, smearing his juices. Aemond bit his lower lip almost to the point of bleeding, and his pupil dilated.
“You seduced me,” Lucerys ran his hand under his top, stroking his chest, touching his nipples with his red-lacquered nails.
“You came to me with your lovely pussy. It's only to be caressed, not pierced with a needle,” Aemond caressed Lucerys with interest, curiosity, greed, and excitement. He couldn't help himself and slid one finger inside him. A pleasant, wet warmth enveloped him. Lucerys was tight, tender inside, and so beautiful in his ecstasy. “Fuck. I want you, Luke.”
Aemond realized what he had just said only when Lucerys opened his eyes and watched as he licked his finger and added a second one.
“How do you want me?” Hearing Aemond's fingers slide inside him with squelching sounds, feeling them gently caress his walls, Lucerys could hardly understand what he meant. Fingering him slowly, Aemond watched his actions and admired Lucerys. “That feels so good, oh... Uncle.”
“Do you mind if I lick you? You wanted a piercing for new sensations, right? I have one...” With that, Aemond moved down to Lucerys' pussy, stuck out his tongue, showing off his silver jewelry, and licked his clit. He took Lucerys' languid moan as consent and lowered the seat of the chair for greater comfort. Lucerys trembled and squeaked when Aemond teased his clit with his cool piercing. The contrast of sensations made Lucerys forget how to breathe, he was able only to get wet and respond with moans to his uncle's lewd actions. “Luke?”
“Good... Yeah, lick me...” Lucerys seemed to stick to the couch, afraid of losing the caresses.
He pushed his pussy toward Aemond's mouth, arching his back. Aemond dug his fingers into his thighs, holding him in place. He licked him insistently, fluttering his tongue over his clit, as if playing with it. When Lucerys felt the cold metal near his hole, he squeaked again and grabbed Aemond's hair. His eye patch was only getting in the way, so Lucerys took it off, noticing the sapphire glinting dangerously in the light. But it only added mystery to Aemond's extraordinary appearance. Aemond slid his tongue into Lucerys' hole and swirled it around the tender walls, licking up his slick and swallowing it with delight.
“You're very tasty,” he whispered, tickling his reddened pussy with his breath. “Juicy.”
“Can you at least stop embarrassing me with your ambiguous compliments?” Lucerys froze, gasping, noticing the glimmering silver ball again as he watched Aemond tease his clit with it and his tongue. “Yes, more...”
“My compliments are quite unambiguous,” Aemond chuckled and got carried away. He no longer distracted himself with dirty talk and added two fingers to his tongue, sliding them inside Lucerys again. From the double stimulation, Lucerys felt his orgasm approaching. His body was ready for release. He grabbed Aemond's hair at the roots, not letting him move an inch away from him. Aemond closed his eye, groaning and focusing only on his actions and Lucerys' reactions.
The music that had been playing from the portable speaker stopped, and the room was filled with blissful moans and slurping sounds. Lucerys was no longer ashamed, blood pulsed in his temples, and he was on the verge of climax, melting with pleasure.
“I'm going to cum. Aemond!” He cried out and tightened on his fingers, shaking intensely. “Ahhh!”
Aemond, squeezing his thigh harder with his fingers, quickened his caresses. Lucerys barely kept himself from trapping Aemond between his legs. He came, biting his wrist. A bright orgasm washed over him in a wave of happiness and freedom. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering like the rest of his body. While he caught his breath, Aemond licked every drop of his sweet juices from his pussy and then from his fingers, not at all embarrassed by his provocative actions. He grinned with satisfaction, straightening up and watching as Lucerys came to his senses. The first thing he did was open his big brown eyes and place his palm on his chest.
“Are you okay?” Aemond asked casually, stroking his thighs. “You're just amazing.”
“That... was incredible,” Lucerys smiled enthusiastically at Aemond. “I'm glad I came to you.”
“Hmm...” Aemond squinted slyly and tilted his head to one side. “Before you, I used my workplace for its intended purpose, nephew. Next time, come to my house or invite me to yours, okay?”
“Okay,” Lucerys nodded.
“Well, I suggest we close the studio and go somewhere for a drink, and then...” Aemond touched Lucerys' pussy again, stroking it. “And then, if you want, I'll fuck you good, and you'll find out where I live now as well.”
“Or maybe... Maybe you'll give me a belly button piercing after all?” Lucerys handed his underwear to Aemond. “Please.”
“Fine, but not today. I'll schedule you for next week after everyone else, in the evening, okay?” Aemond put on Lucerys his funny panties.
“Sure,” Lucerys finally brought his legs together and sat down, feeling slightly dizzy.
“So, what about my suggestion?” Aemond stood up, and Lucerys, noticing his impressive erection, nervously bit his plump lower lip.
As if nothing had happened, Aemond walked over to the mirror and sink to wash and brush his hair.
“Will you treat me then? I agree to have sex with you, but... You won't strap me down and stuff, will you?” Lucerys also stood up to get dressed.
“Hmm... Where did you get that idea about me?” Aemond smiled meaningfully.
“You look like a guy who likes all that dangerous stuff.”
“And you look like a boy who wants to be spanked. Of course, I'll treat you.”
“Then let's go. By the way, we haven't even kissed yet.”
“We'll make up for it at my place in a more private setting.”