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⭐ sometimes home is where your ass ends up ⭐

Daemon had seen the siblings a handful of times in the last couple of weeks, but thanks to a business trip and the cockblock that was having to study for a test because he was dating fucking college students, they hadn’t had more than a few uninterrupted hours together. 

Some of those hours had been at the club—so it wasn’t like they’d be abstinent, but that almost made him miss them more. He liked them, and he liked spending time with them, and this weekend would offer a lot of that. 

And some other stuff too.

When he’d asked what they wanted to do a few weeks back, it was this that Aegon mentioned immediately. And whenever the subject of anal sex came up Aegon’s eyes glazed over at the mere thought, eagerness, and desire so great it was impossible to keep off his face.

Daemon was eager for it too, of course,  god knows it had been a while since he’d had a man beneath him like that, much less one so cute. 

Aegon would be the type to whimper and writhe, he’d be vocal and maybe even cry—not because of pain, not unless he asked for that, but because he would get so overwhelmed from the tiniest bit of pleasure
that he wouldn’t be able to hold it back. 

Not that Daemon would want him to.

But, he also knew from personal experience that there was something very intimate about taking someone into your body for the first time. 

Daemon remembered being a teenage boy who enjoyed other people's bodies enough to become curious about what his own was capable of. He wasn’t particularly kind about testing himself, either. There was a plug, and then a dildo, and then a bigger dildo, which and a lot— but perhaps not enough— of lube and fingering in between. It was fun, but not as much fun as fucking someone else. 

Still, he had never protested when the fingers of partners strayed to that crease during oral before, and when under the tutelage of an older dom, he had been eager for the first true insertion beyond his control—which was in the form of a strap-on. 

It was fine, not his favorite thing in the world but it was certainly stimulating and he had gotten a good orgasm out of it.

He figured it wouldn’t be that different with a guy. And because of that, he’d been so fucking pissed when the guy in question made it out to be a big deal. Daemon thoroughly believed virginity was a construct, especially when it came to your ass. But his dom had requested this of him— demanded it, really, when she found out it wasn’t on his limits list and that he would consider having a male submissive in the future. 

So he sucked it up, knowing he had his safe word, and tried his best to enjoy it—and physically, he did. But he was painfully aware of how vulnerable he was the entire time, on his stomach while someone stronger than him stroked the most delicate part of his body. The man was thorough, working his way from one to three fingers until the slide was easy and his body was as loose as it was going to get. 

And then there was the warm head of a cock notched in the crease of his ass, and—

Well, he learned that no dildo, strap, or plug, could compare to the feeling of a bare cock pressing into you. It didn’t matter the size or stretch, there was a heat and roughness that was just different. It didn't hurt physically, but he was painfully fucking aware of someone’s appendage entering him, and the fact he willingly allowed such an invasion…well, he barely knew the man behind him, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt closer to another person before. It made him feel humbled by the fact this was how women must feel when he was with them, and the amount of trust they gave him by allowing him into them.

It was an enlightening experience, and one he was grateful for. It would have been easier if it was rougher, he thought, and more pleasurable for him too. Fucking held appeal with both men and women, but being treated with this sort of reverence by a man he didn't know who was bigger than him was a challenge, even if he was attractive and made him feel good. 

But he probably wouldn’t have learned as much from the experience if he had been treated any differently. 

Still—the next time he had someone’s dick in his ass, his partner was handcuffed to the headboard and wearing a cockring while Daemon rode them. That was way more fun for him. 

So yeah, Daemon knew there was no hymen located in the anus (and its existence or likelihood of being broken during vaginal sex was questionable, too) but he knew there was something significant about that first time you had a part of a man inside of you. And he wanted Aegon to have some control over the experience beyond just a safeword at the moment of entry. 

He knew in some way shape or form it would happen today. Because the siblings were going to arrive in a few minutes, according to Rhaenyra’s text.  And because when they last been together, Rhaenyra had said, “You know Aegon’s going to get jealous if you don’t fuck him soon.” 

Aegon had blushed fiercely, but he didn’t disagree. 

So Daemon had asked, “Do you want to get fucked next time?” 

To which Aegon had nodded and let out a desperate, “Please.”

And so, that was precisely what Daemon planned to do today.

⭐

Rhaenyra’s greeting was fisting his shirt and dragging him to her height for a kiss. 

A really awesome, absolutely filthy kiss. 

When she pulled away he was a little stunned, and only more caught off guard by her next words, “You have got to fuck Aegon, asap. He’s insufferable. More so than usual.” She said, tone serious. 

Then she pushed past him into his apartment. 

He thought he might be in love. 

Aegon’s kiss was sweeter, he was more pliable against Daemon when his sister was demanding, but it was no less enjoyable. 

They followed after Rhaenyra, who was leading the charge despite it being his apartment. They were only a few paces behind her, watching as she dropped her overnight bag on a chair and her jacket on top of it. She pulled off her shoes next, before being comfortable enough to turn back to them. It was probably weird how much Daemon liked her confidence in his home. 

He didn’t want to shame people’s personalities, because there was someone for everyone, but…

Some women—submissive women, especially, could be so meek. Wanting orders before speaking, and moving, and all manner of things. He knew some people liked that, he knew the submissive in question probably liked it, but even when he was deep into the lifestyle that unnerved him. 

And outside of the lifestyle, well, he was a catch, okay? And girls often knew that. They were confident when they were in the bedroom because they were confident in the fact he found them attractive.

But outside of that, they wanted to make a good impression so badly that they were too afraid to overstep by so much as getting a mug out of a cabinet without asking first. The risk of offending him and losing their chance at a second round was too high. For fucks sake, one time a girl had woken him up to ask if she could use his bathroom like she was in fucking middle school or something. 

Rhaenyra stood out for not only being different but being charming in her own right. And he was charmed.

When she was facing them again, Daemon put his hands on Aegon’s shoulders, then shuffled forward so the boy’s back was pressed against his chest. “So please, do tell me what this pretty puppy could possibly do that is so ‘insufferable’?” 

Rhaenyra glared, “That ‘pretty puppy’ has been fucking insatiable. He’s been so worked up thinking about this weekend he is hard all the time. And he didn’t want to ‘stretch himself out too much’ so he has been pestering me for sex like three times a day.”

Daemon couldn’t see Aegon’s face but he was pretty sure the boy was blushing. What Daemon said next didn’t help matters, “To be fair, is sex such an imposition? It’s only a few minutes out of your day, with that little cock would you even notice? Surely you could keep doing homework while he ruts into you.” Aegon was squirming now.

Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed, “Maybe I didn’t want him to stretch me out for you.” 

Daemon laughed, “Oh princess, I’d like to see him try. Have you forgotten already, what a proper man’s cock looks like? What it feels like? I think you’re pretty worked up too, hm?” He teased, smirking when she shifted her weight but didn’t respond right away—which was more confirmation than anything she said could have been. 

“I’ll make sure you don’t forget what a stretch feels like by the end of the weekend, I can promise you that, but first, we have this boy’s hungry hole to take care of.” 

He clapped his hands on Aegon's shoulders once more before shifting them to his waist and shuffling him towards the living room. 

Rhaenyra followed them but looked surprised. “No bed?” 

Daemon shrugged, “That’s up to Ageon—now sit, both of you.”  He said, gesturing to the couch, and seating himself on the edge of the coffee table that was parallel to it. “

I’m very aware that you only have a first time once. And if you want that experience free of kinks and name-calling, on a bed in a dark room with a lot of lube and nothing else—we can do that. And we can do everything else later.” He said, because this mattered.

Aegon looked surprised, and a bit touched, but his only response was a suggestive, “Or we could…?”

“Or we could do everything now. Or a mixture of the two.” Daemon didn’t want to pressure him, but he could tell that that was the option that appealed to Aegon—just as Daemon hoped it would.  “Would you like that? We could do something gentle, in the bedroom, but maybe have some fun out here  first?” 

His expression was so easy to read, and his nod spoke to his eagerness, fuck—it spoke so loudly that words weren't even nessecery 

⭐

The trio walked towards Daemon’s study—and he wondered if they were disappointed that no dungeon-esque room awaited them, even though he’d warned them he wasn’t that kinky. He had toys—ok, a lot of toys—and he’d ordered even more with this pair in mind.  And he had restraints too, and a variety of floggers and paddles for impact play, and—okay, he was pretty kinky. 

But not, St Andrew’s Cross for home use kinky—at least not anymore. 

This room looked like a typical office, and that was what he used it for. Except for the closet, which was for… storage. He opened the doors, ushering the siblings in before following behind them. He couldn’t help but smile in response to their reaction as they took it all in. 

“Holy shit.” Rhaenyra said, her eyes wide as she stared at what Mysaria lovingly called his cock credenza. He had bristled at that before he realized it wasn’t inaccurate so he couldn’t really argue. But so what if it was converted from an Edwardian-era china cabinet? It was practical, the glass stopped them from getting dusty and allowed easy viewing. He wasn’t ashamed, just… slightly defensive over the decor choice. 

Everything else was in brown built-in drawers that matched the ones for the rest of the room. Those he could get installed without anyone asking questions. A unit of specific dimensions with glass doors and built-in lights in a closet? Perhaps not.

He leaned in the doorway while the siblings practically pressed their noses up against the glass to see closer. If they had been puppies, he was sure wet nose marks would cover the glass from the curiosity they showed. It was cute.

The more eager and brave of the two,  Rhaenyra, tried to open the door and help herself to the contents—only to huff when it was locked. He laughed, taking a few steps forward until he was between the pair and could unlock it. 

“Why is it locked?” Aegon asked. 

“Maybe so many were stolen he had to start taking precautions.” 

Rhaenyra supplied helpfully. 

“Maybe we should lock ours up.” 

Rhaenyra snorted, “Ours aren’t worth that much.” 

“They have sentimental value!”  Aegon insisted. 

Daemon was pretty sure Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. 

“No one is stealing our sex toys.” She said, 

“Mom might, if she knew about them.” Aegon said, looking as if he was considering it.

Rhaenyra snorted, “Good, she needs the orgasms more than we do.” 

Daemon fully expected Aegon to be disgusted at the mention of that. But if anything he seemed to agree. When Daemon looked at them with puzzlement, Aegon sighed, “If you met her, you’d understand.” 

Rhaenyra continued, “And if you met our father, you’d really understand.” 

“Have you ever given a partner a key to the dildo cabinet?” Aegon asked, and Rhaenyra quickly backed him up, “Would you say that is more or less of a commitment than giving them a key to your apartment?” Two pairs of nearly identical purple eyes were looking up at him with genuine curiosity. 

Wasn’t he supposed to be in control here? He did not feel very in control. But he had to answer them, right?  “I uh, have not. And I really never considered that.” 

“Have you had them appraised?” Rhaenyra asked, looking back at the unit. “Like if there was a flood and they were all destroyed could you get compensation? Or are they worth enough they would be an asset on a prenup?” 

“You know, you bring up some things I’ve never considered.” He said, which was the truth. “Perhaps we can revisit that later, but for now, I’d like you to pick something you can comfortably take.” He said, nudging Aegon’s shoulder. 

“What about me?” Rhaenyra whined. 

“I thought you didn’t want to get stretched out?” He mocked, throwing her words from earlier back at her. 

She glared. 

He made a humming noise, “Alright, I don’t want you feeling left out. You can pick something too.” The pair of them approached the task with a great deal of seriousness—reminding him of children trying to pick a candy bar while in the checkout line at a grocery store. 

His brow rose at their selections, he’d said ‘comfortably take’  for a reason, and though not massive neither of their choices were much smaller than his own length, which he considered generous. 

Ah well. It was their bed, they had to lie in it—er, thier dildo, they had to straddle it.

He sent them to the bathroom with a bottle of toy cleaner and selected a few more items, mainly a handful of silk restraints, lube, and the vibrators that fit inside the dildos they selected—one of which was weighted. 

He may have forgotten to mention that part to them.

⭐

No real setup was required, so when they reconvened things naturally progressed. It was a trickier thing to balance with three people instead of two, but they were compatible enough for it to work. In between kisses, clothing was stripped off, until underwear was all that remained. Rhaenyra tried to slip his down, and slip herself down his body with them— and though that was really fucking tempting, he wasn’t as young as he used to be, he needed to save what he had in him. 

He nudged her towards her brother, suggesting she mouth at him instead. That was a benefit of three people, if two were distracted the other could prepare for the fun to happen. 

Daemon did just that, pushing the vibes into the dildos and then attaching Aegon’s selection to a suction cup base. It made a gross squelching noise as he peeled it away from the coffee table—only to place it back down closer to the edge. The noise had caused the siblings to separate who were now watching him curiously, which was good timing. 

He took a seat in the oversized velvet chair that faced that end of the table he’d placed the dildo on, then beckoned Rhaenyra over, “Come here, sit here, won’t you?” He requested, patting the arm of the chair which was wide enough to be a seat in its own right. She did as requested, and used the opportunity to drape her upper body against him given how they were positioned. He was not going to complain about that—just as long as she kept her hands to herself. 

Aegon was standing naked before them now, his cock half hard even as he shifted nervously between his two feet. “It’s sweet, how you didn’t want to stretch your little hole out for me—but knowing how desperate you’ve been, and how long it’s been. I’m worried I might not fit at all.” Daemon said, almost sadly. 

“I can take it—you can make it fit, right?” Aegon said, like he truly believed Daemon had any intention of denying him. 

“I’m not sure, but—you can prove it to me, can’t you? That you can take a cock in that greedy little ass of yours?” 

Aegon nodded. 

“Can you come from it, too? With that big thing pushed up into your guts?”

Aegon nodded again.

Daemon tapped his finger against the chair. 

“Why don’t you show me? I’m sure once I see you come with that in your hole, I’ll be confident that you can take mine and enjoy it too.” 

Aegon looked at the dildo, then back at Daemon, “You promise?” 

Daemon nodded, “I promise.” 

Aegon went to reposition it and Daemon made a tsking noise, “When it’s a real cock, when it’s my  cock, I’ll choose the angle, not you. This is practice for that, no? And that is the angle I’ve chosen. No moving it. Unless you don’t think you can—” 

“I can do it!” Aegon snapped. 

Rhaenyra giggled into his hair, “You’re mean.”

They watched Aegon finger himself with the lube provided, slathering it between his cheeks until his finger naturally caught on the puckered opening and slipped inside. Another one followed, and another after that. He hooked his fingers around the crease so his cheeks were spread while he slid down the length. He made little hissing noises and arched until he was breathing heavy but had taken the entire thing

Daemon applauded his efforts, standing up and walking over to him. 

“That was lovely, you took that like you’ve been getting fucked for years, huh? No wonder you didn’t want to get all stretched out, one might wonder if you were a slutty boy, hm?” He moaned in protest, “Shh, you’re a good boy, just hungry for cock. I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way. ” 

Daemon pressed a kiss to his hair, then tilted the boy's jaw up to look at him. “There was one thing I forgot to mention. Some pets pretend to like being stuffed full, just so they’ll get their cocks touched too. You wouldn’t do that, would you?” Daemon asked. 

Aegon shook his head. 

“Oh good. Then this shouldn’t matter, hm?” He said, pulling a set of silk bindings from beneath the table. Aegon’s cheeks flushed, and Daemon was 99% sure it was from arousal but still, “Color?” he asked, “Green,” Aegon said, between clenched teeth as he shifted on the length still inside of him. 

“Excellent.” Daemon pressed a kiss to his lips, a chaste one, and ruffled his hair before getting to work. The restraints were made from three layers of silk, adjustable with d-rings and a velcro strip to hold them in place. He was pretty sure a child could escape them—they were more to provide the feeling of being restrained, without the anxiety of it, which could fall on both the restrained and the unrestrained partner.

He didn’t want Aegon's wrists marked up. And he didn’t want to worry about his wrists getting marked up while he was trying to pleasure him.

God, one play-partner-slash-girlfriend of his had loved handcuffs, but the way they bit into skin was terrifying, as was the prospect of being responsible for injuries inflicted by how hard she pulled against them— something he couldn’t control— was just too stressful. 

He’d told Mysaria about it, and her partner at the time—some french model. “I think it’s sweet, no? So soft that even with a woman cuffed or tied up all you can feel is concern.” He wasn’t sure if she meant soft as a compliment, but he appreciated that view of it. Mysaria had just snorted. 

“It isn’t that. He’s just such a control freak it isn’t fun unless he can control where the marks are and the depth of them.” 

Ok yeah that was probably more accurate. But either way, silk, velcro, and elastic were more his speed. And the bright red they came in looked glorious against Aegon’s pale skin, just as he’d hoped they would.  

He attached each ankle loosely to the legs of the coffee table, making sure there was enough slack for him to lift himself up and down, but not so much that he could thrash and kick. 

He guided Aegon’s wrists to the small of his back and loosely secured them as well. Nothing needed to be tight, it just had to stop him from reaching his dick, which, Daemon noted, seemed to be unwaveringly hard through all of this. He was a little tempted to touch it honestly—and ah, he couldn’t resist.

“It’s sorry, It’s so cute, I just want to hold it for a second, okay?” He said, which Aegon seemed agreeable to–he even jerked his hips, the dry rub against his palm better than no stimulation at all. Daemon gave it a last squeeze, wiping his thumb across the now weeping tip. When he was standing again, he pushed his thumb between the boy's parted lips, letting him taste himself as he sucked on the appendage. He naturally started rocking a little in the process, like having something in his mouth reminded him of how full his ass was. 

Cute, Daemon thought, removing his thumb and tipping Aegon’s chin up so their eyes met. “Everything feels okay?” He asked. The poor boy looked almost drugged, but lazily nodded. 

With confirmation that he was alright, Daemon returned to his seat. Now the fun could begin. 

“You said you could come like this—you said you’d show me, so I’d know you could take my cock, didn’t you?” Aegon nodded.

“You’re a good pup, I know, you wouldn’t lie. So let’s see it.” 

That inspired him to move—gentle little rotations first, before awkwardly using his legs to lift him up an inch or two before dropping back down. His calves were going to ache tomorrow, but Daemon would massage them later, for now, he just wanted to watch the boy attempt to work himself up and down the fake cock. He was enthusiastic, at least, picking up a faster pace than Daemon had expected, though a couple of times he nearly lost his balance, slamming all the way down on it and hissing at the sudden intrusion. 

On one occasion, he rose up too high—the length slipping from him completely. He looked panicked and the minute of him attempting to get it back in without the use of his hands was truly charming. But when he looked ready to cry in desperation Daemon took pity on him, pushing Rhaenyra from her place next to him with instructions to help her brother. 

He was more careful after that, his movements something tentative rather than long, hard, and fast, and clearly he was struggling to find any sort of pleasure at the slowed pace. 

His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip as if in agony, the opposite of what he was seeking in this act. He took a break at one point, breathing heavily and rolling his neck—Daemon saw him try to stretch his legs, only to remember they were restrained. With a pitiful moan, he went back to it—but after a minute he was still again. 

“I—I don’t think I can do it.” He admitted, sounding near tears. 

“Do you need help?” Daemon asked, and Aegon nodded. 

“That’s okay, you tried so hard. That’s why I’m here, to help when you need me.”

Aegon was smiling, looking relieved—but his expression changed when the vibrations started. He shrieked, and Rhaenyra laughed, seeming amused by the whole thing more so than aroused. She was probably accustomed to the sight of Aegon fucking himself on a dildo, after all, whereas for Daemon it was still new and novel. 

It didn’t take long after that. 

Daemon knew the feeling—the one where you’re clenching too much for anything to move, so there is no escape from the spot the vibrations are hitting. If he had his hands free, Aegon would probably pull it out, because even if the vibrations didn’t get stronger, they seemed to have an cumulative effect that made them feel increasingly more intense until your body screamed too much! 

But his hands were tied. And though he was pleading, begging for him to turn it off, he didn’t use his safeword. So Daemon increased the speed. Aegon made a sobbing noise, and that was the pain—Daemon knew that too, but when that blinding flash was over it gave way to pleasure. And that  was what made him come, pearly ropes of cum spurting from that pretty little cock, and spilling all over his chest. 

Daemon drew it out for what was probably longer than what was comfortable because Rhaenyra was right, he was a little mean. But he did slowly turn the dial down, until the buzzing sound ceased entirely and the only thing vibrating was Aegon himself, nearly shaking with the aftershocks of the release. 

After a few moments, he looked up at them, a dopey grin on his face as he asked, “Does that still count?” 

Daemon laughed, “Yes. You didn’t touch your dick, did you? You were a very pretty pup, put on a good show for us, didn’t he?” He said, looking up at Rhaenyra and squeezing her thigh. 

“It was okay. It would have been more fun with something longer—so he couldn’t use the table for leverage. Unless he was willing to make it hurt.” She helpfully suggested. 

Daemon laughed, “An excellent idea, though be careful, you never know what you might inspire me to do to you.” 

Before he could hear her response, he stood, walking over to Aegon and petting his hair. “Let’s get that out of you, hm?” He suggested, carefully helping the younger man stand, only to have him collapse against his chest. Okay, in hindsight he should undone his ankles first, but this was one of the joys of having a third person. Rhaenyra understood with a mere gesture, undoing the velcro and freeing her brother. 

Daemon walked him towards the bedroom, supporting most of his weight until his legs hit the bed— then he happily flopped against it with a groan, none of them caring about the come on his chest that was now rubbing against the sheets. Daemon had very much assumed they would need to change them after this—or at least, he had hoped they would. 

He was tempted to squeeze his butt, with how he was laid out in that moment—but Daemon wanted to give him a break, too, so he left him alone and returned to the living room to collect what he needed. Rhaenyra followed him like a puppy on his heels that wanted attention, and if she had been a puppy, he was pretty sure the fact he picked up the dildo she selected would have caused her ears to prick. She didn’t say anything but her eyes were bright and she had an eager energy to her as she followed him back into the bedroom. 

⭐

With everything placed on the side table, he turned to find her blinking up at him. He nearly laughed, but chose to give her a kiss instead. “Feeling left out, huh?” He asked, still close enough that the movement dragged his lips against hers. 

“Feeling empty.”  She complained, reaching for his waistband. 

He stopped her, “I promise you can touch in a bit okay? Get me all warmed up for Aegon with that pretty mouth of yours. But if your cunt is hungry we can plug that up with what you picked out.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, but grumbled, “That’s better than nothing.” 

He gave her a final kiss, before bending her over the bed—the height meant when bent at her waist, her feet barely hit the floor. He fingered her a little—finding that no matter how indifferent she had seemed to her brother’s little show, her folds were fucking drenched. He said as much to Aegon, who was lazily watching from where he was lying.

“I thought I might need lube, but she’s soaked—poor thing got all worked up watching you fuck yourself. Her hole is hungry for a cock too. Next time I won’t make her wait—or you, either of you. I can get you plugged up right away so you can concentrate on something other than how empty you are. Brats, and puppies, they are all the same. They get so needy they forget themselves if they don’t have something to clench down on.” 

With that said, and three fingers buried in Rhaenyra’s cunt, he deemed her ready enough. He slipped her underwear down her thighs, then said, “Make this easier for me, please? Spread your legs—just like that, perfect.” 

He ran the head of the dildo through her parted folds, pressing a little more firmly with each pass. The one she picked had a heck of a head on it, bulbous in a way her body resisted, but with a bit of thrusting she was wet enough to take it. She moaned at how it entered her, and he could see how conflicted her body was—it wanted to clench but she wanted it to relax. He waited a moment, then began thrusting what was inside her with little jerky movements until he could slide more and more in. When maybe an inch remained, he placed his hand on her lower back and pushed down at the same time he pushed the remainder of the dildo in. 

Poor girl nearly wailed at the combination, but he knew she could take it. 

Fuck, she looked good taking it.

With only the circular plate that served as a base for the cock remaining outside of the girl, he pulled her panties back up. 

“You can stand up now.” He said, watching as she came to her feet before nearly falling back to the bed. “What. The. Fuck?” She asked looking betrayed and attempting to stand again—she was more successful this time, though the action did make her moan. 

He patted her cheek, “You didn’t realize it was weighted, huh?”

He couldn’t personally attest to the feeling of that , but the descriptions he’d been given made it sound fun in a sexy yet agonizing way.  

She jutted her lip out before admitting, “I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

He resisted the urge to say they probably didn’t sell those on Amazon or at Spencers or wherever kids these days were buying them. He couldn’t hold her unrefined toy taste against her, not when she was so young. “You can sit if you want.” He said, taking a step closer to her until she had little choice in the matter. 

The pressure of her body weight pushing it deeper inside her made her moan too, and god what a glorious fucking sound that was. 

“It’s nice isn’t it?” He said, stroking her jaw. She nuzzled against his palm like a kitten, her eyes closing as she squirmed a little, trying unsuccessfully to get some sort of stimulation from the stationary length inside of her. 

It was a pity to leave her like that, pretty as she was, but the time for the main event was quickly approaching and it was her brother who had the starring role in today's production. 

Her brother who still looked quite out of it, like he’d been woken up in the middle of the night and was trying to figure out why. Something resembling fatigue and subspace, Daemon thought, even though they hadn’t done much. It was a beautiful thing, how he wanted to used like this, and how he trusted  Daemon to be the one to use him. It was a gift he wouldn’t take for granted. 

“Can you lay on your stomach for me?” Daemon asked, stroking the boy's calves with the back of his fingers, before tracing them around his ankle. He didn’t respond verbally, but he rolled over, pillowing his head beneath his hands—likely enjoying the fact he could freely move them once more. That was the other side of using restraints, not just enjoying the confinement, but appreciating the mobility you had without them after they were removed. 

“Raise your hips just a bit—that’s so good.” He praised, slipping a pillow under his pelvis to slightly elevate it before encouraging him to lay down once more. “Are you ready for more attention?” Daemon asked, stroking the sides of his torso while he waited for an answer.

There was a muffled noise that sounded affirmative, but he wanted more of an answer than that—before he could ask for one, Rhaenyra helpfully interrupted, “If you want him to fuck you, say yes,”

Daemon had to bite back laughter at how blunt that was. But it did the trick because Aegon responded with, “Oh. Yes. Absolutely yes to the fucking.” 

Well then. 

He shook his head in amusement, he wouldn’t fulfill that wish just yet, but he’d get them a lot closer to it. He walked over to his nightstand where the bottle of massage oil was sitting—god, back when he was younger, he’d probably try to do something slick where he hid the bottle in his sheets so he could whip it out when it was time in a single super cool move. Because that was the unrealistic expectation he’d gotten from porn—obviously whatever thing you needed to do the sex had to be within reach when preparing to do the sex.

He warmed the oil with his palms, using a generous amount so the slide would be easy when he next touched him. Aegon jumped a little, surprised at the fingers against the arch of his foot. He probably expected the oil to go somewhere else. And it would. Eventually. But he had to be patient. 

His knuckles pressed against where the skin of the sole was thinnest before cupping the front of his foot and gently brushing the delicate line of his ankle. The contrast was stark when his thumbs dug into the muscle of his calves, keeping steady pressure as they moved forward, only lifting when he reached the joint of his knee. He repeated this until the muscle felt more relaxed beneath his fingers. 

He repeated the movements on the other leg, smiling a little at Aegon’s moans and pants of pleasure. They only got louder as he applied more oil, using his knuckles to release tension in the back of his thighs. Daemon honestly wasn’t paying a lot of attention to the massage, though, because he was struck by just how nice Aegon was to look at. 

He knew it, of course. He had when he first saw him, and every time since then, and especially when he watched him with Rhaenyra. They were like a work of fucking art moving in tandem, but there was so much beauty to look at when they were joined that he missed some of the details.

Even now, with his most unique features tucked beneath his folded arms, he was still stunning, and there was nothing else happening to distract him from that—and what a fucking pleasure it was to revel in this, in the beauty of the man beneath him. 

Because truly, he was so goddamn pretty— but still somehow exactly his type, a miracle, really, for how picky he had grown over the years. 

Daemon didn’t like the type of slim that struck him as breakable or fragile, he liked there being a layer of muscle or fat or something . 

Something to grip, more like, Mysaria had teased, and she wasn’t wrong.

Rhaenyra was all soft curves, that was obvious at a glance—regardless of what she was wearing. But a simple shirt hid the fact that Aegon’s figure—though slim, was defined. There were muscles there, in a way he liked and that was distinctly non-boyish, regardless of what pet names he used for him.

His hands skipped where he knew Aegon wanted them most, jumping to the back of his neck and stroking the slope of his shoulders before pressing firmly along the trapezius muscles—something that garnered a loud groan. He repeated the action until it was no longer met with a response, then worked his palms down the sides of his spine. 

That was the other thing about his form, and something Daemon thought was rather unique—and of course, pleasing, just like every fucking part of these siblings who might have been created just to taunt him, was the fact he was well proportioned. There was some expectation that just because a man was shorter, that he might be narrow too, but Aegon wasn’t—he was just compact. Small compared to Daemon, maybe, but not scrawny. 

No, not scrawny at all, Daemon thought as he traced the firm muscles all down his back, his eyes roaming even lower to those little divots above his ass that he just wanted to push his thumbs into. And, well, he could . So he did just that. And it was a testament to how relaxed Aegon had become beneath him that he barely reacted to that touch. 

Daemon thought it was almost a pity that he couldn’t see the front of him, too. That little cock was sure to be stiffening up again, and even ignoring that, his iliac furrows were just—well, something Daemon considered himself lucky to have touched with his tongue. But this view was good too, that couldn’t be denied. 

His thumbs ran across the bottom of the firm cheeks, teasing, but not quite parting them. 

“Rhaenyra?” He asked, “Can you help me?” 

She nodded, making a pained noise when she stood, but doing so all the same. 

“Have you ever gotten him ready with your fingers before?” Daemon asked while dragging his oiled middle finger between Aegon’s cheeks. 

She shook her head, “Sometimes for extra stimulation? But not like preparing him.” 

“That’s a pity. You two could have had fun, especially back when you didn’t have toys. With your little hands, and how greedy he is, I bet you could have worked up to getting your whole fist in him.” Based on Aegon’s moan, and the look on Rhaenyra’s face, they weren’t opposed to that idea at all. 

"I suppose you two could still have fun, hm? Dipping your whole hand into your brother, torturing him with the inescapable stretch and prodding of your fingers in his gut." 

Her eyes were so bright he was surprised she didn't try to grab the oil from him right there and then. He held it a bit tighter, just in case, though. 

“I was going to just have you watch, but that doesn’t seem fair. And you should learn this, for when I’m not around.” 

She looked skeptical at that, as if she could not imagine him ever not being around—and fuck, he hoped that would be true someday. But for now, she let him turn his hand, so her palm faced upward and her fingers were spread. He generously oiled her fingers, since he had a feeling Aegon would not mind the mess—the oozing of oil dripping down his sack and thighs, mingling with come and making it impossible to deny what they had done.

“Start real easy, just with one—and when that’s in, curl it instead of thrusting. He is relaxed, but likely nervous, too. And though he should still be stretched out, the body is an incredible thing and often confused when it comes to this orifice—it wants to be a little puckered furl but also wants to be full so badly.” 

Aegon was moaning a little at Daemon's words, and Rhaenyra pressing in a second finger into him only encouraged the response. 

“Spread them as much as you can, and then thrust a little. When he’s ready for a third, press it in-between the other two. Look at how easy it goes in, you’re both so perfect you know? Made for this, I swear it. He was born with a hole that needs this, and you are filling it so perfectly." 

Rhaenyra's eyes were a bit glazed now, and she seemed to preen under the praise—though this wasn't about her, she clearly enjoyed being able to participate in it in some capacity. 

I just want to make sure he’s ready—” He warned, pressing in one finger alongside Rhaenyra’s three, and god, the noise that drew from Aegon, it was like he was dying—but the noise he made when they pulled out of him? It was one of devastation. 

Daemon kissed Rhaenyra in thanks, a filthy thing with tongues meeting while oiled fingers buried in each other's hair. 

"Thank you for your help, kitten. It’s good for you to watch, you know? So you know what to do when I’m not around. Because he’ll crave this, after today, having someone fuck him rather than fucking himself on something.” 

She had a little smile on her face at the idea, “Do you like that? One of your responsibilities as an older sister—fucking your brother when I’m not around?"

“I suppose he has fucked me quite a lot, I have some making up to do—and they have these double-ended inserts for straps.” She said, like a child eager at the prospect of a new toy—and fuck, the thought of that made him a bit eager too. 

He supposed it would be a toy—and one for her and her brother to play with, but perhaps not in the way people would expect when hearing that statement out of context. 

“I’d like to watch that.” He said, and he meant it. “But I want you to watch this from up there.” He pointed to the head of the bed, implying she should take that position now. 

“No.” She said, lip jutting out, “ You said I could get you ready for him.” He was going to argue but—fuck, she was right. How had he forgotten the prospect of that? 

“I’m sorry, I got distracted. If you’re still willing despite my mista—” He didn’t even get the full word out before she was on her knees, his underwear around his ankles, and fuck. The enthusiasm with which she gave head was fucking inspired. She was eager in how she pressed forward, sloppy in the way she lapped at the head. But it was so good at the same time. 

He was sad, when he was forced to push her away after a minute or two—but he didn’t want to come too soon. 

He apologized for that too, and after another kiss, she followed his original instruction. She winced again as the movement shifted what was still inside her, the weighted beads moving in the silicone sheath of the dildo that filled her cunt. 

There was a bit more shuffling, but the eventual position had Aegon’s head in her lap while she was sitting cross-legged and leaning against the headboard. Aegon’s head was turned to the side, his eyes closed, and she was petting his hair in a way that was quite sweet. 

Aegon’s hips were raised a little higher with a riser that Daemon tried to disguise in a pillowcase, because it looked strange and likely wasn't part of Aegon's vision for what this act would look like. But Daemon knew from experience that it made this easier, and since he did not have an easy cock to take, he wanted the boy to have every possible advantage. 

He took his place on the bed and was generous with applying the lube on his length, squeezing some inside Aegon too, smirking at the groan it inspired because it was cold and his little furl was burning with blood flow and arousal. 

He used two fingers to press it further inside. The oil was slick, fun to use for fingers and massage, but nothing could beat lube when it came to this. 

Everything was slick enough that he could thrust his cock gently between Aegon’s cheeks—Daemon’s thumbs parting them and allowing the girth of him to pass through more easily. When he shifted angles, the head started to catch against his hole—a little swollen and a little open from the day's abuse. He did that a few times, before pressing forward and threatening to enter him. But, despite everything, he was a tight little thing, and Daemon had to fist his length while guiding the rounded tip inside. But once the head was in? The rest followed with ease. 

It felt almost anticlimactic after everything, in a way. Because this was something Aegon had likely waited years for, and perhaps he wanted it to be a bigger deal, or to hurt more. It was because he had waited years that he was so fucking ready for it, aroused and stretched from Daemon's abuse that day and years of his sticking all he could into his greedy hole. 

He hoped Aegon wasn't disappointed. 

Daemon certainly wasn't, and it didn't feel anticlimactic to him— he hadn't had his dick in an ass in…god, way too long, because this was so fucking good. 

It must have been good for Aegon, too, experiencing the weight and heat of a proper cock inside of him for the first time—and it looked like Rhaenyra was having a good time, too, seeming captivated by the sight of his cock disappearing into her brother.

They were all enjoying themselves, even before he moved. 

But then he moved.

They all moaned at the squelch, the way Aegon's ass clung to his cock and tried to suck it further while Daemon tried to pull out. It was delicious, the resistance as he pulled out, though the sound when he buried himself to the hilt once more was nothing but pure filth. Wet skin, a wet hole, the moans of a desperate boy, and his own deep breaths as he tried to control himself. 

Rhaenyra was quiet, he realized—he needed to fix that, before he truly lost himself in fucking Aegon's ass. He reached for the remote control, pressing himself deeper into Aegon as he grasped it, his slippery fingers pressing a few buttons at random until he heard Rhaenyra squeal . 

That was all the reassurance he needed, the silicone filling her cunt was vibrating now, and that would distract her while he distracted himself with her brother 

Fuck, he was tight.

Daemon was babbling praise, and alternating between stroking Aegon's waist and gripping it, allowing him to hold him against the mattress as he fucked into him, or even to pull him onto his cock while Daemon remained unmoving. 

Every few thrusts, he realized he was being too rough, and he might come too soon, and he returned to sitting with his length buried and fingers gently against Aegon's flank—but it felt too good for him to remain still for long, and the pace began anew. 

Aegon was whimpering and keening, while Rhaenyra was moaning, and Daemon wasn't sure what sounds he was making, but his thrusts were definitely in tandem with the symphony of the sibling's pleasure. 

As they grew louder, the pace of his hips sped up, too—and fuck, the intensity lacked control now, his pelvis crashing against the younger man's rear hard enough to bruise, but he couldn't help it. 

Especially not when he looked down, and saw the stretch of his hole which had been such a tight little furl just minutes ago but was now being spread and ruined by the width of his cock. The skin was shiny from lube and from how the skin thinned as it was stretched taught. 

It was glorious. 

And then he looked up, and that was glorious too—Rhaenyra had her hands fisted in Aegon's hair, her head thrown back, and her hips making little jerking motions even though it didn’t garner much friction. 

But Aegon was glorious, too—his cheeks were flushed, both sets of them, and even without looking at his hole, he could feel it clinging to his dick, the muscle twitching with each movement and clenching when he nearly pulled out, desperate to keep him from leaving.

This whole experience was fucking glorious. 

It really wasn’t surprising that he came quickly—thank god Aegon was easy, the boy had been rutting up against the sheets the entire time and came seconds before Daemon burst. When he did, he forced his length as deeply as he could as he emptied himself into the boy. He was crushing him a little, he realized, as he came down, as he had come down on top of him. 

He moved to pull out, but Aegon protested, "Jus— just a minute, please," He begged like he needed it to last a little longer. Daemon nodded against his neck, pressing a kiss there and shifting to remove some of the weight from him, though his softening cock remained stuffed in his ass.

He stroked the crease with his thumb, watching the bits of come that were beginning to ooze out around his cock. He was tempted to press a finger inside of him, too, but the boy was probably sore. 

Next time , maybe. 

Because there would definitely be a next time. Maybe on that occasion, he would keep a plug nearby, too, because he had a feeling Aegon would like being filled in the aftermath of being fucked. 

Being messy was fun, but the bloated feeling of being full seemed like something he would enjoy, too.

Speaking of enjoyment...

He finally took pity on Rhaenyra, who was writhing and grinding against the mattress as she rode out the tail end of her second orgasm. She was panting, and while she collected herself, he finally pulled his cock from Aegon.

Fuck, the way his come spilled out was enticing. 

"Holy fucking shit,” Rhaenyra said, when she was capable of speech. 

When he spoke, Daemon's eyes were still fixed on Aegon's ass, ”When you do it right, there isn’t any shit involved at all.” 

She gaped at him, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just make a poop joke because you’re really hot.” 

He bristled, “You started it.” 

“I did not!” 

Aegon mumbled something, “I’m trying to sleep. Go flirt somewhere else.” 

Daemon made sure he had a glass of water, a phone nearby, and a thorough farewell kiss  before he took him up on that offer. 

They ended up in the bathtub, after he removed the “Demon dildo,” as she was calling it from her. “They actually make demon dildos, you know.” He told her, as he placed it on the counter. “And they are a lot scarier than that.”  She looked curious, despite her supposed dislike for the one on the counter. 

The tub filled up quickly while he got them water and ordered food to be delivered in an hour. 

Rhaenyra hissed as she slid into the water, and Daemon mourned the loss of being able to see her boobs. Freed to his eyes for mere minutes before disappearing beneath the dark water, leaving mere bubbles in their wake. It was like the Titanic sinking. A tragedy for all who were present, but especially for the men. 

“Daemon?” Shit, she had been talking. He nodded, trying to look like he had been paying attention, but not too much attention in case he didn’t react appropriately. “Why do you have so many intergalactic bath bombs?” She asked, gesturing to the row of them lined up on his window sill. 

“You said you liked them on your instagram stories.” He said, like it was obvious. “And I knew  you were looking longingly at this tub when you were here last time.” 

“I was.” She admitted. “It may have been like 12% of the reason I wanted to see you again.” 

“And the other 88%?” He asked.

She shrugged, “The numbers have changed since I saw the cock credenza.” 

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed. Trying to figure out if that was a coincidence, or if Mysaria had outed the main feature of his kink closet. 

She grinned, “It’s much more impressive than I expected it to be.” 

Mysaria was such a bitch and Rhaenyra was such a brat. He dragged her into his lap, appreciating the stupidly huge size of the tub this apartment boasted. She didn’t protest, relaxing against him as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Today was pretty impressive, too.” She admitted. 

“You didn’t feel too left out?” He asked—because he had been worried. 

“No, watching was fun. I’m glad he had you for that first—that you were good to him.”

Daemon kissed the top of her head. “I’d happily be your first in that regard, too.” 

She snorted, “Nope. You can play with Aegon’s and your own. I’m good.” 

He paused, trying to figure out how to ask this without seeming pushy. He remembered her seeming somewhat interested when he laid out the idea of anal beads, and he was pretty confident she’d enjoy them. But agreeing something sounds good in a theoretical context doesn’t mean you want to try it.

“Do you mind me asking why you dislike it so much? I don’t want to pressure you, but I'm curious.” 

She was clearly thinking about it, “I’m impatient. I’d go too fast, or too big, and then it would hurt—and taking it out was worse. I guess I know it can feel  good, but it’s never felt  good for me .” 

“I was like that too, when I was learning. I wanted to do things quickly or not at all. But then my dom told me, ‘The best sex requires an investment of some kind’, and I was a shithead so I asked if she meant a prostitute. And after she threatened me with a switch  she told me to think about the best orgasms I’d ever had. And what led up to them.”

He hadn’t gotten the switch, but she had gagged him and left him kneeling on a pillow for fifteen minutes to think it over. But he didn’t think that would add much to the story in Rhaenyra’s eyes—though in his, it had definitely contributed to the impression it left.

“And she was right—whether it’s an emotional investment, or investing the time into something—like today, none of us would have enjoyed that as much if I’d simply bent him over when you guys walked in—” 

Rhaenyra interrupted him, “That would have been hot though.” 

He snorted, and filed that away for later before continuing, “ Or, investing in trusting someone. The best sex requires at least one of those.” 

“Are you seriously arguing that anal sex is an investment?” She asked. 

“Absolutely.” He said, smiling into her hair as she laughed.

“I’d even invest in it personally.” His hands ran up her stomach, gently cupping her breasts, “Given how promising your other assets are—” She attempted to hit him, “You did not just say that!” 

“You should really trust my  interest in your—” She broke free of his grip, but didn’t leave, she just turned in his lap and kissed him. 

They were busy enough with each other, they didn’t notice Aegon until he slipped into the tub next to them with a hiss. Daemon winced on his behalf, remembering how sensitive things were after the first few times. 

“What are you two talking about?” He asked them, trying to get caught up.

“Investments,” Daemon said. 

“By that he means he wants me to invest time into anal training.” 

Aegon snorted, “You’re way too impatient for that, and you probably couldn't take him without it.” 

Daemon watched Rhaenyra’s eyes narrow, even though she had said as much just a minute or two ago. And then he realized that from her point of view, her younger brother had just issued a challenge. 

“But if you do, you better share details of what double penetration feels like, because  fuck, imagine that—a guy behind you and infront of you and being so full you can’t move, just getting pushed back and forth on their cocks until they are done,” Aegon said, a little dreamily. 

Daemon felt Rhaenyra shift a little in his lap. 

He thought they might all be dreaming of that tonight, thanks to Aegon.

But then again, who even needs dreams when your waking hours look like this ? 

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