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Aerion is incensed, ever since their wedding and Dunk’s elevation to a lordship on the insistence of Prince Maekar to ensure that match was respectable, Dunk had done nothing but neglect Aerion’s needs for his new ‘duties’. Aerion couldn’t remember the last time he had been alone with his husband and it had been even longer since Dunk had shared his bed. Aerion knows that Dunk wants to make a name for himself and prove that he is worthy of his new title and the name Brightflame, what he doesn’t understand is why he has to suffer for that to happen. Aerion had tried everything to get Dunk’s attention, he wore the tight silk shirt that Dunk loved, which showed off his perky chest, Dunk hadn’t even looked up from his ledgers. When Aerion had woken Dunk up with loud moans as he dipped his long slender fingers between his dripping folds Dunk had only kissed him on the head and told him he would see him later. Dunk hadn’t responded to crying or threats or begging and Aerion was starting to wonder if he was the problem. If nothing else would work Aerion had no choice but to go nuclear.
Aerion had spent the better part of the morning perfecting his plan, he knew Dunk preferred his natural beauty so he was going to do the complete opposite. If Dunk couldn’t be a good husband Aerion could be a worse one. Aerion lined his eyes with heavy black eyeliner, the sharp contrast with his pale skin was nothing short of striking, the dark colour made the light purple hue of his eyes even more otherworldly. Aerion chose his most revealing outfit, a dark burgundy dress with a skirt so shirt it’s almost offensive and a low cut back that threatens to reveal even more if he moves the wrong way. Aerion was waiting for the perfect moment to go and disrupt Dunk’s peaceful day, if his husband wouldn’t pay any attention to him he had no choice but to force his hand. Aerion sauntered past the servants who were busy with their daily tasks, he paid no mind to the shocked looks they gave him, he would reprimand those who dared to look at him in judgement later, he had more important things to deal with right now.
Aerion clicked his fingers at the guards posted outside Dunk’s rooms, his steps not faltering as they opened the heavy oak doors to reveal his husband slouched over various papers strewn across his desk. To Aerion’s annoyance Dunk doesn’t even look up at the intrusion, he just keeps writing not even bothering to see who has interrupted him. Aerion stomps around to Dunk’s back, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He leans close to Dunk, lets his chest press against his husbands broad back, he rubs his hands slowly up Dunk’s biceps.
‘Why don’t you come to bed with me, I miss you’ Aerion pouts lowering his voice to a sultry whisper.
‘Not now, angel. I’m very busy’ Dunk responds taking Aerion’s small hands in his own bigger ones and moving them off his body and returning them to his husbands side. Dunk holds on to Aerion’s hands and looks up at him. ‘I know I haven’t being paying attention to you the way you want me to but I promise as soon as I’m done I’m all yours. You know how strict your father is, I can’t disappoint him, if you would just wait, this meeting should be only take an hour.’
‘An hour, it’s always an hour or tomorrow or later’ Aerion is not proud of it but he stomps his foot like a petulant child. Dunk just chuckles at his theatrics and returns to his papers. Aerion is not impressed, he didn’t think he could get angrier but somehow he does, his face burns in embarrassment at being laughed and with the rage coursing through his body. Aerion decides in that moment that if Dunk is going to treat him like a child then he will act like one, he sits on the middle of Dunk’s desk with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest and sticking his bottom lip out. Dunk effortlessly lifts him with one hand, pulling his papers out from underneath him, he doesn’t even try to look apologetic which only eggs Aerion on. Aerion snatches Dunk’s quill from his hand, tickling under his chin with the long feather, he hopes that this action will at least elicit a smile from his husband but all Dunk does is take a new quill from the desk and continue writing. Aerion does it again, lightly pressing the tip of the feather just below Dunk’s ear, the place that Aerion likes to lick whenever they fuck. Dunk knows exactly what Aerion is trying to do but he simply doesn’t have to the time to rise to it, he continues writing, trying his best to ignore his husband’s teasing. Aerion leans forward ghosting his lips over the same spot, sucking gently on the spot he knows makes Dunk weak. Dunk gives in to the pleasure for just a second enjoying the closeness of his husband before he remembers where they are. He jumps ups from his chair and races across the room, Dunk uses the space between them to regain his composure.
‘Aerion, my love. I know what you’re trying to do. I promise after this meeting I’m all yours, I’ll cancel everything for the rest of the week but I need you to behave.’ Dunk tries to sound commanding but they both know he’s close to giving in.
‘So you hate me? You want me to leave and never come back? That’s fine. It’s fine, it’s not like I went against my entire families wishes to marry you’ Aerion shouts petulantly, Aerion throws this in Dunk’s face anytime they argue. No one in his family was against the marriage, they all love Dunk, but Aerion knows it’s an insecurity of Dunk’s, knows that Dunk will always feel inferior.
‘You know that’s not true, angel. I love you, only you, and I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, but I have to run this meeting. I have to prove to everyone that I’m worthy of your love’ Dunk tells him tenderly, crossing the room and taking his face in his large hands. ‘You can stay if you want, you can sit by my side and help me, Gods know I need it, I just don’t think you’ll find it at all interesting’ Dunk strokes his hair, hoping that this can be a compromise that suits them both. He knew when he married Aerion he was prone to dramatic tantrums and he loved him anyway, he wouldn’t change Aerion for the world, even if he dis sometimes wish his husband could be more understanding. Aerion doesn’t respond, just rolls his eyes as he saunters over to the meeting table, sitting prettily at what will be Dunk’s side, he motions around to an imaginary halo around his head. Dunk takes this as a promise that Aerion will behave so he gives him a quick kiss on the head before leaving the room to retrieve his guests.
Aerion can hear Dunk and his fellow lords before he can see them, laughing and joking together. It’s despicable. Dunk laughing with anyone but him. Aerion denies that if Dunk can have fun then so can he. Aerion hikes his skirt even higher, crossing his legs over each other revealing even more of his pale thighs. Aerion shifts himself to lean against the arm of his chair, the angle shifts the collar of his dress and shows the tops of his milky breasts. As the gentlemen enter not one of them can take their eyes off of the Targaryen prince, Aerion is known throughout the kingdoms as a true beauty but nothing could have prepared the men for how breathtaking he was in person. Aerion bats his eyelashes at the men and giggles softly, he looks away feigning bashfulness, to the men who don’t know Aerion he is the picture of noble modesty, to his husband this means trouble.
The meeting progresses without incident, until Aerion decides he is bored and that this would be the perfect opportunity to rile his husband up. Aerion stretches his arms above his head, yawning obnoxiously, Dunk has the perfect view down his top and can see the soft mounds of his breasts. Aerion knows he’s winning when he hears Dunk’s sharp inhale, he knows that is he just pushes a little bit further Dunk will get flustered and excuse himself and Aerion will finally get his way. Aerion carefully puts his hands under the table, resting one directly on top of Dunk’s manhood. He doesn’t move straight away, just lets his hand rest where it is, it’s too much for Dunk who fumbles over his words, forgetting what he should have been saying, something about coin he thinks. Dunk tries to push Aerion’s hand away discreetly but makes too much noise which further embarrasses him.
‘Stop it’ Dunk leans down to Aerion to whisper sternly in his ear. Aerion just smirks and slowly starts rubbing, gentle at first, just enough to force the air from Dunk’s lungs in a staggered sigh.
‘Aerion, please’ Dunk whispers again, he’s trying not to draw attention to what is happening, hoping that the other lords are to engrossed in their own conversations to see the deep red blush that spreads across his face and neck. Aerion moves his hand higher, trying to force his slender hand into Dunk’s trousers, he looks up at him through dark lashes, blinking innocently as if he wasn’t about to ruin everything Dunk had worked for.
‘Aerion, I won’t tell you again’ Dunk is angrier than Aerion has ever seen him, even during trying Dunk carries himself with jollity, Aerion has never been more turned on. Aerion mouths what at Dunk, pretending he doesn’t know what his husband is talking about. Dunk tries to forcibly remove Aerion’s hand from his trousers but it’s no use, despite his slim frame, Aerion is much stronger than he looks.
‘Aerion, stop’ Dunk says much louder drawing the attention of their guests, the room stills and not a sound can be heard.
‘Make. Me’ he challenges, the two men stare at each other neither want to be the first to back down. The air is thick with tension and the longer the silence lasts the more uncomfortable everyone else feels. Aerion smiles, he thinks he’s won.
Dunk leaps up knocking his chair backwards, before Aerion can even react Dunk has lifted him from the chair and has him bent over the table, his chest pressed into the hard wood. With one large hand he gathers Aerion’s wrists and pulls them behind his back, Dunk holds them harshly at the base of his spine, he kicks his ankles apart spreading his legs so that he can fit between them. Aerion turns his head and presses his cheek against the cool grain, he tries to stifle his moan, choking down the sound that threatens to spill out. Dunk lifts his dress and spanks him. Hard.
‘No, don’t go all shy on me now. You had so much to say to me earlier, angel’ Dunk punctuates his favourite pet name with another slap. Aerion does moan this time, loud and high pitched, if he had the sense to feel ashamed he would. Dunk smacks him again, harder and faster, Aerion tries to squirm out of Dunk’s grip but he is too strong. Dunk leans down pressing his firm body over Aerion’s much smaller one, he brings his face close to Aerion’s ear and whispers ‘come on, lets give them a show. You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it’, Aerion can only shudder in response, he can feel his nipples harden and scrape against the hard table. Dunk fits his thick knee between Aerion’s and forces his legs open, the cold air hits Aerion and he shivers. Dunk removes himself from Aerion’s back and lifts Aerion’s skirt over his pert bum, it burns a bright red from Dunk’s earlier efforts, to Dunk’s enjoyment Aerion isn’t wearing underwear.
‘Naughty boy’ Dunk teases, ‘you must have been really desperate for me’ Dunk spanks him again, the hit makes him moan and Aerion feels himself get wetter, the sticky heat between his legs intensifies as he jerks into the table. Dunk soothe his hand over Aerion’s cheeks giving him a moment of reprieve before he drops to his knees and bites Aerion directly on his reddened behind. The lord’s scramble to leave the room mumbling apologies and trying to look away from what is happening in the centre of the room. Dunk pays them no mind and licks a long wet stripe up Aerion’s slit, he dives straight in to licking and sucking at Aerion’s clit, loving the desperate sounds he makes, he wastes no time in working Aerion close to his orgasm. Aerion pushes back against Dunk’s face unashamedly grinding his pussy against his husbands face. Dunk pulls away his lower face glistening with Aerion’s juices.
‘What, why?’ Aerion begs chasing his ruined high, he pushes his hips back hoping Dunk will be there.
‘Oh angel, you think you deserve it? Trying to take my cock out in front of all of those lords. No. If you want to act like a brat then I’ll treat you like one’ Dunk holds Aerion’s squirming hips just out of reach, he lets his warm breath fan over Aerion’s dripping cunt reminding him that he holds all of the power.
‘Please, I just missed you. You never spend any time with me and it’s not fait’ Aerion whines trying his best to free himself from Dunk’s grip.
‘Wrong, what you’re supposed to say is sorry, but I suppose a spoiled prince wouldn’t know that. Never mind I’ll just have to be the one to teach you’ Dunk smacks his pussy, it’s loud and wet and the sound echoes throughout the room. Aerion’s knees buckle as the pleasure peaks again, Dunk catches him around the waist and pulls him down to the floor, he doesn’t waste any time before he has Aerion’s back pushed against the cold floor and has his legs kited over his shoulders. Dunk dives back in and slurps greedily at his husbands cunt. Dunk fucks his tongue deep into Aerion’s slick hole in short darts, the new sensation causes Aerion to thrash against the floor. Dunk throws his heavy arm across Aerion’s abdomen holding him still against the floor, he looks up at his husband through his lashes, Aerion has his head thrown back exposing the long slender line of his throat. Dunk has never seen anything so beautiful and he preens at the thought of being the only person to see the princeling this way. Dunk smiles against Aerion as he moves up his body, licking and sucking as he goes.
Aerion is a panting mess but accepts Dunk willingly, he grabs at his face pulling him into a deep passionate kiss, he can taste himself on Dunk’s tongue and groans.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that’ Aerion gasps into his mouth. Dunk pulls away in shock, in the years they have known each other, Aerion has never apologised. Dunk grins wide and moves back into to bite deep purple marks against Aerion’s pale collar bone.
‘You know I forgive you, angel. I will always forgive you’ Dunk moans. Aerion impatiently grabs at Dunk’s shirt trying to pull it over his head, Dunk leans back onto his heels and pulls his shirt over his head showing off his strong chest. Aerion can’t help but to gape at him, no matter how many times he has seen his bare chest he still gets butterflies in his stomach. Aerion throws himself at Dunk knocking him backwards, he attacks his neck with kisses, scratching his nails across Dunk’s stomach. Dunk doesn’t allow Aerion to push him against the floor and instead flips them so that Aerion is once again pressed against the cold stone.
‘I forgive you’ he says kissing his neck ‘but you need to learn’, Dunk bites down sharply on Aerion’s colour bone eliciting a pained gasp. In one swift move Dunk has Aerion on his front, his cheek pressed against the ground. Dunk rips Aerion’s dress from his body leaving him exposed to the cool air, he throws the torn fabric somewhere behind him, the servants are sure to gossip later but neither man can bring themselves to care. Dunk stands and removes his trousers with ease, within seconds he is back looming over Aerion, his thick veiny cock leaks over Aerion’s bruised arse and he slowly starts to rut against him. Aerion doesn’t realise he’s begging until Dunk laughs, his face burns with embarrassment but he is too far gone to stop.
‘Please, Dunk, please. I need it’ he whines. Dunk takes pity on him and spreads his cheeks with his large hands, he spits letting it fall slowly against his hole. Aerion gasps, Dunk never usually allowed them to engage in anal, too worried that his cock would be too big and hurt his love. Dunk takes one of his thick fingers and rubs Aerion’s hole pressing the tip just past the tight ring. Aerion is a mess moaning and thrusting back trying to force Dunk deeper. Dunk meticulously opens him up, adding so much spit that it trickles down onto the floor mixing with Aerion’s wetness. Dunk adds another finger, twisting the digits inside his husband’s tight hole, Aerion jerks against the floor, he needs more.
‘Dunk please, I need more, I feel like I’m burning. I can’t’ Aerion is breathless but Dunk just shushes him, he places a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck and continues his movements. Aerion is almost in tears by the time Dunk decides they’re ready.
Dunk leans back against his heels arranging Aerion’s legs so that his knees are underneath him and his ass is high in the air, Dunk kneels behind him, lines himself in and thrusts painfully slow. Dunk waits. He doesn’t move until he is sure that Aerion can take it, he wants to discipline his husband but he could never bring himself to actually hurt him. Dunk begins to move, slowly at first, savouring the tightness of Aerion’s hole, he leans over Aerion pressing his shoulders into the floor allowing him to sink even deeper. He pounds into Aerion relentlessly knocking the air out of his lungs. Aerion begins to shake from exertion, he is so close to his release but still so far away, he babbles out his pleas, tells Dunk he’ll do whatever he wants, he just needs his release. Dunk takes pity on him and slips out to flip Aerion over, he slides back in with ease and kisses Aerion deeply. He continues to fuck into his husband relentlessly, running one of his large hands down Aerion’s stomach he find his clit and rubs it in time with his thrusts. Dunk can feel that he is close, his rhythm starts to falter and it only takes two more thrusts before he is spilling inside Aerion. He continues to rub at Aerion’s clit determined to make him cum. Aerion’s gasps raise in pitch, he gaps and thrashes in Dunk’s arms, he comes with a silent scream, throwing his head back, he shakes allowing his orgasm to wash over him. Dunk slowly pulls out and gently lifts Aerion from the floor, he easily carries him over to the large forgotten table placing him on the edge. Dunk places a delicate kiss on Aerion’s mouth.
‘Don’t ever do that agin, do you understand?’ Dunk warns. Aerion smirks,
‘But when you treat me like that why would I ever want to behave?’ Dunk can only smile, his husband is ridiculous but he loves him regardless.