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 Aegon was not accustomed to being ordered to his father's chambers. He seldom saw the man, and when it was, it was never for a private audience. His grandfather had once told him stories of the marvel of his birth, the King's first surviving son, but then came Helaena and Aemond and the novelty had worn out, Aegon had become a chore to a man who was far better suited to be a grandparent than a parent. He wondered how mother would fare when he had his own children, for she revelled in parenting, hovering over them while their father favoured a hands-off approach, until he feared her praise almost as much as her disappointment for he knew she already had standards that he could never reasonably reach. 

 He should not have been surprised to find his mother also present in his father's chambers. He supposed he never would have summoned his son without her. Mother was smiling, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes filled with excitement as Ser Arryk led Aegon through the door. Father was sitting in front of mother, already in his bedclothes and robe, hands on the table in front of him. He, too, smiled when he saw Aegon. Ser Arryk bowed and left them. 

"Aha, my boy," Father greeted, beckoning him closer. Aegon frowned a little. He had just reached the age of majority, surely his parents knew he was no longer a boy. Father looked up at mother. "His hair is getting a bit wild, isn't it? Perhaps it's time it be tamed." Father laughed at his own joke.

"No," Aegon said quickly, brushing his hair out of his face. "I like it how it is." Father shrugged.

"If you say so," he sighed dismissively, like the matter was inconsequential to him, which it was, as Aegon often was. "What did you think of your name-day feast?" Aegon shrugged, it had been over two weeks since his name-day, he needn't talk about it anymore. "Of course, you're a man now, and you'll have - you'll have needs, every man does after all. I do not wish to discuss with you some of the - the rather unpleasant rumours that have been brought to my attention, but the Small Council and I have been talking and we think it is time you are wed."

"What?" Aegon felt all of the colour drain from his face. He didn't need to know that his father was discussing his sex life with his councillors, and he certainly didn't need them to choose a wife for him. 

"Yes, yes, you're at the right age now and your mother and I have decided that you will be betrothed to your sister, Helaena." Mother beamed expectantly at him as father spoke. Aegon frowned.

"Helaena?" That weird little girl who sat in her room all day muttering to herself and her spiders had never appealed to Aegon. They had nothing in common. They barely even spoke and they'd lived together for nearly fourteen years. He didn't want to wed her, he didn't want to bed her, this was wrong. "W- why her? Why now? What?" 

"It's Targaryen tradition, you know that," Mother said, the grin still on her face but far less authentic now. Father nodded in agreement. 

"But - but I don't even like her," Aegon scoffed. Father sighed. 

"You will grow to like her," he told him, "and she will make a man of you. I will not have protest, this has been decided by the Council and by your mother, and will be announced in a moon at Helaena's name-day feast." Aegon rolled his eyes. 

* 

 When Aegon returned to his rooms, he found Aemond on his bed. It had been over a year since Aegon had moved out of their once shared quarters, but he still found Aemond coming to him whenever he had had a particularly bad day. They didn't talk about it, not really, but they would find something to talk about.

 Aegon slammed the door upon entry. Aemond cocked his head. "What is it, brother? Did mother catch you with one too many cups?" he smirked.

"I've been betrothed," Aegon spat out the words. Aemond raised an eyebrow. "To - to Helaena." 

"And this surprises you?"

"Surprises me? Surprises me? It repulses me, brother."

"Why? We have been told our entire lives of Targaryen inter-marrying, how we must keep our Valyrian blood pure and unsullied, unlike our sister," Aemond scoffed.

"She's a freak!" Aegon cried. "And our blood isn't pure, there's nothing Valyrian about mother, we are as sullied as our sister's bastards." 

"Do not say such a thing," Aemond growled. "We are true Princes of royal blood."

"We are also only half-Targaryen."

"Well, if you and Helaena had a child, said child would also be half Targaryen then, whereas if you had a child with anyone else they would only be a quarter, so this is for the best. Just do your duty, brother, you knew one day this would be asked of you." 

"My duty? What, brother, do you think that is?"

"To produce Targaryen heirs, to create a new generation of dragonriders to rule the Kingdom, you know this, brother, I know you do." 

"They wed Uncle Daemon to some bitch in the Vale when he and father were the only Targaryen men, why must I continue to be trapped here with mother and that freak?"

"Father's grandsire probably supposed he'd have more grandchildren," shrugged Aemond. "If I had thirteen children, I'd certainly expect more than four, and do not speak of mother and Helaena so." 

"You would be ready to feed mother to a dragon too if she had planned this for you." 

"I would not," Aemond snorted. "I would do my duty nobly." Aegon scoffed. 

"I suppose it's a good thing it was I who was betrothed to her, no woman would want to bed you."

"Lies! I've bedded women."

"Oh, have you? Who?" 

"A-a handmaid of Rhaenyra's," Aemond mumbled. Aegon laughed. Aemond's cheeks flushed pink. "I-I did, I did, it was moons ago now, I don't recall her name, but-" Aegon snorted. "You're drunk, aren't you?" 

"Perhaps," Aegon shrugged. "It matters not."

"It matters some." 

"Why? What truly matters is you proving you're the noble, experienced man you say you are."

"What? How? Why?" 

"Come on, brother mine," Aegon sighed, patting his own thigh, "show me what that handmaid did to your cock, what you'd have Helaena do to prove you capable of your duty."

"You're drunk."

"And you're a maiden," Aegon laughed. Aemond scowled.

"Am not." Slowly, he rose from the bed and brought his hands towards Aegon's brown belt. Aegon laughed again as he watched him struggle with the golden buckle, before growing impatient and batting his brother's pale hands away, unbuckling it himself and throwing it to the floor. Aemond nodded and raised Aegon's green tunic, allowing him access to the laces of his breeches. "She uh, she did this," Aemond said awkwardly, pulling Aegon's breeches down slowly to his knees. He looked up as he touched the waistband of Aegon's smallclothes, as if expecting him to bat his hand away again.

"Sure she did," Aegon chuckled. He cocked his head and stared at Aemond with is deep, purple eyes, as if mocking him, goading him into surrendering. Aemond refused. He inhaled sharply, puffing out his chest, and pulled down Aegon's small clothes, exposing his pale, pinkish cock to the cold air of the room. Aegon raised an eyebrow. Aemond stared at it. "It won't bite," Aegon laughed. Aemond nodded. He thought of what he did to himself in the comfort of his own chambers, what he had once caught Aegon doing when he had thought he was asleep, and raised a hand to his brother's cock. 

 He took the hot flesh into his fist and moved it slowly, marvelling at the sensation of Aegon pulsing under him. The sound of his brother's breathy moan hit his ears before he registered what it was. "Your hands are like a girl's," Aegon laughed. Aemond frowned.

"Are not." 

"They so are." Aegon continued to chuckle as Aemond felt his cock stir, lengthening within his grip, somehow growing hotter. The skin was velvety, soft, as he recalled Aegon's used to be when they were young enough to bathe together, now his palms had become calloused from sword training and his chin plagued with spots that mother warned would soon bloom on Aemond's face too. Aemond brought his thumb to the head of Aegon's cock and grinned as Aegon let out a whimper. 

"Try not to lose your composure, brother, for mother might overhear," Aemond teased. 

"Is this usually enough to finish you, brother?" Aegon laughed, a clear attempt to regain control. "Did the handmaid not find that dreadfully unimpressive?"

"It was advice for you, not indicative of my own abilities," Aemond scoffed. Aegon rolled his eyes, but groaned again when Aemond's thumb swiped over his head once more. Aemond smirked. Aegon had been brought to full hardness now and was jutting out in front of his nose, so Aemond could see the precum dripping out, the pulsing vein along the shaft, feel the heat that radiated from him. 

"Impressed?" Aegon scoffed, noticing Aemond's staring. Aemond shook his head. "It's far bigger than yours, I imagine."

"You're older," Aemond grumbled, his cheeks flushing. Aegon laughed.

"Yes, yes, you'll grow," he sighed. "Nothing to worry about yet." 

"When did you stop growing?" 

"I don't know," Aegon shrugged. "I didn't notice."

"Aegon," Aemond groaned.

"Truly, I didn't, it wasn't as if my cock was fucking growing by itself, was it, the rest of me was growing too." 

"I guess."

"It's why I have hands like a proper man and yours are still like a little girl's," Aegon teased. Aemond scowled. "Speaking of girls, was that really all this handmaid of yours had to do to get you off? I wouldn't quite call a woman touching you 'bedding', but if it makes you feel better, brother, then I-"

"She did more," Aemond huffed. Aegon laughed. 

"Of course she did."

"She did!"

"What else did she do then?" Aegon chuckled. Aemond hummed thoughtfully. Despite genuinely having no sexual experience to speak of, he had heard enough stories from Aegon to knew what came next. Slowly, as if expecting to be pushed away, he brought his mouth to Aegon's cock and pressed a kiss to the head. Aegon smirked. "Oh, she did that, did she?" he asked. Aemond nodded. He licked a straight line across the underside of Aegon's cock, intrigued by the vein he found there, and returned his hand to grip him at his base. Aegon's skin tasted of sweat and salt, not unsurprising and far less foreign than Aemond had anticipated.

 What was unusual was the power he felt. Aegon shuddered under the ministrations of his tongue, throwing his head back, his eyes shut, baring himself for Aemond. Aemond found himself picturing what Aegon would look like naked, in the throes of passion, bending a serving girl over the very bed he had just been sat on, bending a whore over a far shoddier bed in a darkened brothel somewhere, and felt something possessive stir in his stomach, wishing for no other to see his brother in such a state again, to revel in his vulnerability the way Aemond could. His pleasure should be for his eyes alone, not for any common whore. He hoped his inexperience was not letting him down, that Aegon wasn't secretly wishing to be with one of the whores of King's Landing as he pressed his tongue to the sensitive underside of his cock.

 He wondered if Aegon had ever thought of a boy before, perhaps a stable boy or squire, or one of the knights that competed at tourneys. The thought had never crossed his own mind, but now he had him in his mouth, his weight on his bottom lip, his taste on his tongue, he couldn't imagine anything else. He could feel himself twitch in his own breeches and palmed himself through the material.

 Soon, he wrapped his thin lips around the head, taking more and more of him in. Aegon's hands bunched his hair in his hands, cursing under his breath as he bucked his hips, forcing more and more of him towards Aemond's throat. Aemond groaned around his cock. "Did the handmaid do this?" Aegon whispered. "Did she suck you dry?" Aemond nodded around his cock. Aegon chuckled, opening his eyes. "Oh, are - are you going to touch yourself, brother? Did she do that too? Did she touch herself while she had you in her mouth, down her throat, all hot and bothered from the mere thought of taking you in her cunt?" Aemond's eyes widened, gagging slightly as Aegon's cock touched the back of his throat, saliva pooling out the side of his cheeks, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. He worried Aegon would force more in, but instead he began to slowly pull back out. "Such a good boy, Aemond," Aegon said through breathy moans. "I see why you're mother's favourite." Aegon smirked. Aemond tried to smile around his bulbous head. "You suck cock so good," Aegon moaned. "Not going - not going to let you go if mother's trapped me here. No, I'll make you join the Kingsguard, make you swear to protect me then have you suck me off every night."

"How will the Street of Silk cope without your patronage?" Aemond teased, pulling himself away.

"Uncle Daemon will keep them afloat I'm sure," Aegon chuckled, lining his wet cock up with Aemond's lips again. His mouth enveloped his cock, soft and gentle against the hard, throbbing flesh. "Go on, touch yourself, brother," Aegon said huskily. "Let my pleasure give you pleasure too, I'm kind like that." Aemond nodded, letting Aegon take control of his mouth, the push-and-pull that glided between them, while Aemond unlaced is breeches and smallclothes, releasing his eager, leaking cock and bringing it into his hot, closed fist. 

 "You look like a little slut, brother," Aegon laughed. 

"So - so do you," Aemond grunted, his voice weak and scratchy. "You look debauched, brother." Aegon hummed. 

"And quite rightly so, wouldn't you say?" He pushed himself back into Aemond's mouth, returning to the steady rhythm, watching as Aemond pulled his cock at the same pace. It was far smaller, and he had little silvery hair to speak of, but he was leaking and desperate. Aemond soaked up every noise Aegon gave him before he began to thrust almost violently. "Fuck, I'm going - better pull away - oh shit," Aegon spluttered. He threw his head backwards and bit on his fist to stop himself from crying out. 

 His seed was thick and salty, burning as hot as his dragon's blood, and there was a lot of it. Aemond instinctively swallowed as it assaulted his mouth, the texture not luscious but not enough to complain about, the after taste far worse. Aegon laughed as he freed his cock with a lewd pop. Aemond wiped the trail of spit and seed from his chin. He shut his eyes, working his cock thoroughly in his hand until he spilled his seed into his fist, and, slowly, he raised his hand to give it an experimental lick. Aegon laughed again. "I taste better than you," Aemond shrugged. Aegon rolled his eyes.

"Did your handmaid tell you that?" he chuckled. Aemond scowled. "I must say, brother, you are wasting your talents with the handmaids, you should turn your attention to the squires." 

"Perhaps you should become the court fool with all your jests," Aemond retorted. Aegon flopped back onto his bed, kicking off his breeches and smallclothes entirely, pulling off his tunic so he lay obscenely in just his socks. 

"You're so disrespectful, and I've been so kind to you," he sighed in mock indignation. "Maybe I'll keep you all to myself, is that what you want? I won't let mother wed you off to any ladies, or allow any whores to put their tongues on you, just have you here for me." Aemond would not let his brother know how appealing that idea was, so he just rolled his eyes. Aegon laughed. "See you tomorrow, Aemond," he said. Aemond slowly rose to his feet. He wiped his hand on his smallclothes and laced them up, before lacing his breeches and heading for the door. "Do you think Helaena will be as eager to perform her duty?" Aegon asked him. 

"You will both have to," Aemond sighed. "Eagerness and want are not the point."

"Would you want to, if given the choice?"

"With Helaena, or - or with you?" Aemond asked. Aegon only hummed. Aemond nodded and left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

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 He could hear voices through the door, his mother, his brother, a man, probably a guard, Ser Criston, or perhaps a maester, definitely not his father. He knew Helaena was outside on the beach somewhere, staying clear of their nephews, bratty, bastard nephews who had taken his brother's eye. Aegon was lounging in a bath of bubbles, the warm water soothing his tired body. His head was pounding, the result of one too many cups last night, and sometimes he felt as if the room was spinning if he closed his eyes for too long, but he wouldn't complain, mother would not allow it. Mother blamed Aegon, when she should have blamed father, or grandfather, or Aemond himself. Aegon was not his brother's keeper, it was bad enough she was tying him to his freak of a sister, now he was expected to act as a member of the Kingsguard too. 

 Aegon didn't know what to make of the Velaryons. Most were overjoyed to be in the King's presence, but Princess Rhaenys treated him as if he was a bother. Aegon respected her subtle acts of defiance. Father may consider himself more King than father, but he was certainly more man than dragon. The Velaryons seemed to have a loyalty to the King even if they lacked the affection Aegon was used to seeing his father showered in, but he knew that they were not welcome. He had never met Lady Laena, he knew nothing of her, so he could understand why her parents were uncomfortable with their presence, and of the booming household that travelled with them. Father considered it his duty to respect his cousin, to honour the goodsister he had not known, to console his brother. Father was not needed. Mother and Grandfather were not welcome. The mention of their names alone had Lord Corlys looking as if he had just bitten into a lemon. Ser Criston was not welcome. Princess Rhaenys had wanted him removed from the premises immediately, Ser Laenor had wanted to bludgeon him to death. Aegon didn't know why. Their household was sequestered to one floor of the grand castle, as far away from the Lord and his family as possible. 

 Rhaenyra was welcome. She and Ser Laenor, and the bastards, had arrived two days before the King's household. They were given nicer rooms, they dined with the Velaryons, Syrax and Seasmoke were kept with Meleys, fed the best venison, the fattest goats, while Sunfyre and Dreamfyre were chained to the beach. When Rhaenyra bled, Lord Corlys had wanted to have mother's head. Treason, he had called it, an assault on the Heir, his own son's wife. Had it not been for the Guest Right, he may have had mother and Ser Criston killed then and there. Prince Daemon was welcome, he and his whiny daughters had come from Essos with Lady Laena's corpse and a riderless dragon to be treated like royalty, although he was so far down the succession his daughters could not inherit such a claim. The little girls had suites, almost a floor to themselves, but Aegon shared a room with Aemond.

 He heard the door slam as mother left their rooms. He could hear Aemond crying softly in the bedchamber. He had wept a lot that night. Aegon had felt sorry for him, for the loss of his eye, but it was still annoying. As the bathwater grew tepid, Aegon lifted himself out of the miserable wooden tub, designed for servants, not a royal prince, and reached for the linen on the shelf. He wrapped it around his waist and pushed through the double doors to the bedchamber. Aemond was woefully sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, still clad in sleeping silks. They had not been invited to break their fast with the Velaryons again that morning, father had hoped that they might, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond ate with mother, father ate alone. Rhaenyra ate with the Velaryons and her bastards, with Uncle Daemon and his daughters, in the banquet hall. 

 "Haven't you stopped your sniffling yet?" Aegon grunted. The bed was more than large enough to fit both of them, but they still complained about it. Aemond groaned. 

"Go away."

"In case it escaped your notice, this is my room too, so no, I don't think I shall."

"Go away," Aemond repeated glumly.

"And leave you to your sulking is it, Prince One-Eye?" 

"Shut up, you cunt." 

"Such a big word for such a little crybaby." 

"I will tell mother if you do not leave me alone."

"What a pity," Aegon sighed dramtically. 

"Stop being a dick."

"Stop all your crying and whinging, you're giving me a headache."

"You have a headache because you drank your weight in wine last night, like a good for nothing drunkard." 

"Gods, what crawled up your ass and died there?" 

"Mother - mother had to put salve on my eye. It burns," Aemond sniffed. Aegon rolled his eyes.

"You'll live." 

"It hurts, Aegon, it fucking hurts." 

"Well, what did you expect? Jacaerys has beaten you in sparring many times before, picking a fight with him alone would have been an issue for you, let alone four of the little beasts." 

"They attacked me! It was an ambush! And-and Jacaerys has never beaten me in a spar!"

"Lucerys has beaten you in a spar, brother, and he's half your fucking height." 

"No, he has not," Aemond growled.

"You're such a fucking baby, Aemond, learn to grow the fuck up."

"What? So I can spend all my time drinking and whoring like you?" 

"A good fuck might make you a bit more pleasant to be around, actually." 

"Our sister fucks around and she is still intolerable." 

"I doubt Laenor or Harwin are all that exciting, brother."

"You're more exciting, are you?"

"Such a rude little brat today, aren't you? Maybe you should try having another handmaid, might make you feel better," Aegon chuckled. Aemond's cheeks flushed. He glanced up at his brother and watched him brush his curly hair out of his face. "There's bound to be plenty around in a castle as big as this." Aegon smirked. 

"Shut up."

"Shut up? And here I thought I was cheering you up, brother."

"You're not," Aemond grumbled.

"Now, now, now, we can't have that," Aegon said, grinning. He sat beside Aemond on the bed. "Is there anything I can do that will cheer you up?" he asked, fluttering his eyelashes. "Anything at all?" Aemond rolled his eyes. Aegon chuckled and ruffled his hair. Then, slowly, his hand slipped down his neck and down his back until he was toying with the waistband of his sleepwear. Aegon raised an eyebrow, it was a question, a challenge, the call for Aemond to make a decision. Aemond nodded once, shortly. Aegon smirked and pulled the boy's silky trousers down past his knees, revealing the thin, pink cock. It was already semi-interested. Aemond moaned loudly as Aegon wrapped his fist around the almost hairless cock. Aegon rolled his eyes. "Quiet down brother." 

 Aegon licked his palm before gripping Aemond again. Aemond whimpered. Aegon shook his head, feigning annoyance when really the sound had gone straight to his cock. He watched Aemond struggle not to whine as he stroked him, feeling him grow slightly in his grasp, the precum dripping from the head only lubricating him further. His breath was ragged, uncontrolled, and he was bucking his hips into Aegon's hand needily. "Calm down, brother," Aegon sighed. "Your maids won't like it if you finish too soon."

"Shut up," Aemond grunted. 

"So rude. I hope you treat our handmaids with more respect." Aegon rolled his eyes but continued to stroke him, feeling him pulsing in his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the tip, the way he often did to himself, and palmed the obscene bulge his own erection made in the linen he had wrapped around himself. Aemond squirmed as Aegon lightly pinched the head of his cock. Aegon smirked. He began to grip harder, Aemond whimpering more and more, the sounds growing louder despite biting down on his bottom lip, all sounds that went straight to his cock. He bucked his hips up desperately, but Aegon did not change the pace. Aemond's own hands twitched where they lay on the bed, unsure what to do as he felt himself growing more and more desperate. 

"More," he demanded.

"Such a cheeky boy," Aegon chuckled. As if teasing him, he slowed the pace down, squeezing his tip again, tickling the underside of his cock. Aemond grunted. 

"Fuck," Aemond groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Shut up," Aegon snapped. "We can't have someone walking in."

"You shut up," Aemond snarled. Aegon scoffed. He increased his pace on Aemond's cock, watching Aemond roll his hips eagerly, and forced two fingers into his open mouth. Aemond licked them curiously, not objecting to them being there, while Aegon stroked him faster and faster. He moaned around them, arching his back, thrusting his cock desperately into Aegon's hand. Aegon wasn't doing anything any more, just holding his cock and allowing him to pistol his hips. 

 Aemond's entire body shuddered as he spilled his seed over Aegon's hand. He moaned around the fingers in his mouth, arching his back, his hair falling into his face, covering his wound from view. He had never felt so euphoric in his life, still thrusting into Aegon's damp hand, riding the high of the sensation, holding back as many of his moans as he could. 

 Once he quieted, Aegon released his cock from his grip. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and wiped his hand on the linen around him and smirked at Aemond's content expression. "Better?"

"Y-yeah," Aemond gasped. He glanced down at Aegon's bulge and squeezed it through the sheet. Aegon hissed, but he spread his legs, allowing Aemond more room. Aemond felt his heart hammering in his chest as he pulled away the linen, slipping onto his knees on the wooden floor so his eye was in line with Aegon's cock as it bobbed in his face. Aegon chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing, you just seemed surprised, as if you didn't expect to see a cock there."

"I forgot- it's big," Aemond spluttered, cheeks reddening. Aegon laughed.

"That it is." He winked. Aemond stared up at him, now completely naked, a thin layer of sweat coating his face. Aemond pressed a small kiss to the side of his cock, before taking the head into his mouth, circling his tongue around it. Aegon groaned. "Ah yes, good boy," he murmured. Aemond whined, the vibrations around his cock making Aegon's eyes roll to the back of his head. Aemond pulled back and kissed the velvety skin again.

 Aegon slapped a hand over his own mouth as Aemond licked up and down the length of his cock. His mouth was so wet, so warm, and his soft sounds were so eager. He arched his hips up wantonly, desperate for more. Aemond took the head back into his mouth again, humming around him as he flicked his tongue against the head. "Aren't you an eager little cocksucker?" Aegon chuckled, stroking his thumb across Aemond's cheek. Aemond nodded. He sucked harder, feeling Aegon's hand in his hair as he thrust his hips, forcing more of his cock into Aemond's warm mouth. He kept his tongue pressed to the underside of Aegon's cock as he allowed Aegon to control the movement, to force him to take him to the back of his throat even as his eye watered.

 Aegon growled. He bit down on his fist as he fucked Aemond's mouth. "Pretty little cocksucker," he whispered, wiping his own spit from his knuckles on the bed. "Warm little mouth. Just for my cock." He chewed on his bottom lip as Aemond's tongue circled the head of him, a smirk on the younger boy's mouth. "So ... so fucking eager," Aegon groaned. Aemond felt his cheeks growing warm again, but did not break the eye contact as Aegon watched his cock slipping past Aemond's pink lips, into the heat of his mouth, and pulling it out again so only his tip rest within the warmth. Aegon thrust all the way in, holding Aemond's head in place against his curly, silvery hairs as the smaller boy struggled to breathe through his nose. "Good, good," Aegon murmured, pulling out slowly. Tears leaked down Aemond's cheek and his throat burned from the assault, but Aegon did not relent. He was panting, breathing heavily as he chanted "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath. Aemond took the abuse, the pulling on his hair, the bruising of his throat, swallowing around his throbbing cock until he felt his seed hit the back of his throat. Aemond swallowed it down as Aegon moaned. 

 Aegon flopped back onto the bed as Aemond rose to his feet. "This sheet is disgusting," he said, crinkling his nose as he kicked the linen away.

"That - that's the Velaryons' problem," Aegon huffed. Aemond chuckled. "So, feeling better now, you little shithead?"

"Perhaps." 

"We should change before mother comes looking for us. Let's hope you don't sustain any more injuries taking your new ride home, mother may make you bring her back." 

"She is mine," Aemond puffed. "No Velaryon or Strong will touch her again." Aegon chuckled as he rose to his feet, kicking the linen towards the washroom, in search of his breeches.