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The first time it happens, Aemond thinks he imagined it.
Aemond was holding Luke's knees between his hands and his feet with his knees in an attempt to help his nephew/boyfriend/love of his life do his abs exercises.
Among all the things Aemond hoped to share this was not one. Luke had done gymnastics and track and field through high school, then Tai Chi in college, and a few months before they got together he'd started taking Yoga classes, but his exercise regimen didn't really line up with Aemond's who had entered in Judo at age 8 and had currently decided to add Taekwondo to the roster.
Normally they each did their things separately but then Luke asked if they could go for a run together. That quickly turned into a Saturday morning light exercise routine that would take them to the gym in their apartment. Aemond was generally amused but also slightly horrified at how poorly Luke was doing some exercises. Hence his current position as he watched his boyfriend's muscles contract under his sweat-sticking T-shirt.
Normally it was slightly distracting but today Luke had asked him if he had a problem with him signing them off to assess his progress, which was a good idea at first. Aemond had agreed only after Luke promised not to upload it to his instagram . Partly it was because Aemond liked to keep his social media presence professional, but it was less that and more that he didn't like hundreds of thousands of strangers having access to moments that didn't belong to them. It was annoying enough knowing how many ogled his boyfriend every time he uploaded a photo.
It had started quite normally. Luke had finally stopped contorting his arms and neck and using only his abdominal muscles to climb up. Aemond tightened a little where he was holding him more for the pleasure of feeling the muscles move beneath the mail Luke wore than out of any real need to keep him from moving.
The third time Luke came up, he pushed himself forward a little more than necessary and placed a butterfly-soft kiss on him. Aemond blinked in confusion, half sure he had imagined it. Luke's smile however was mischievous.
He was sure he had imagined it or that it was just a prank until they reached number thirty. Then Luke did it again, stopping a little longer this time. Aemond, out of habit, pursued his lips just as Luke came back.
Aemond licked up the salty taste of Luke squinting at him. Luke had already started to breathe a little more shallowly but he came back up without breaking the pace he had been on.
Another kiss was deposited again, made easier by Aemond keeping a slight lean in Luke's direction. When he was going down Aemond managed to bite his lip a little and Luke made a surprised noise.
He had no way of knowing if Luke had blushed because he'd already sported the healthy blush from exercise but he could swear the color deepened.
For the next kiss Aemond met him halfway chasing Luke's lips in a messy kiss as long as he could with Luke pulling away and Luke's legs getting in the way.
For half a second Aemond's half-excited mind considered lifting his legs over his shoulders so he could kiss Luke properly. He certainly had enough flexibility. His second thought was that Luke's body was currently hot and would be even more flexible than normal.
When Luke climbed back up Aemond held him up with one hand to his head. Luke moaned into the proper kiss and Aemond grunted half happy at his success and half unhappy that Luke's bowknot wouldn't let him pull his hair.
"I lost count" Luke murmured between kisses.
"Yeah, you were very motivated," Aemond teased pulling Luke as close as he could with their legs still folded between them. "Is this about the video?"
Aemond only had to see the way Luke must have looked and pulled back to know he was right. He let out a loud sigh.
"I'm sorry" Luke said without meeting his eyes, folding in on himself.
A few weeks ago Luke had shown him a video of a couple. The boy had laid down on the floor while the girl, presumably his girlfriend, stood opposite him and started doing push-ups. Every time she went downstairs she gave the boy a short spiderman-style kiss and he counted. Luke had smiled saying it looked funny, Aemond scoffed at the silliness of it all, annoyed at how performative the act was.
It wasn't really surprising that Luke had wanted to recreate it, but he was a little annoyed by the presence of the camera. He knew Luke would do nothing with the video, that it was for his personal pleasure, but he had filmed it under false pretenses, perhaps sensing a negative response from Aemond.
And he was right. An hour ago his answer would have been negative. Now…now he felt a little more willing to understand the appeal of the act rather than dismiss it as something designed for views.
As Aemond reflected Luke had moved away and now Aemond's hands rested on his ankles which Luke tried to pull out of his grasp. Aemond tugged at him, spreading his legs in a slightly jerky motion. Taking advantage of the moment of surprise, he leaned over to Luke, his arms on either side of his shoulders and his legs perfectly aligned.
"Aemond…" The feeling of unease intensified at the sight of the tears that Luke had tried to blink from his eyes. Both of them would have to have a conversation. Aemond did not enjoy the deception, but he wanted Luke to understand that he was not a no to experiment.
He went down slowly and deliberately. He enjoyed how Luke's breath hitched. He kissed his lips not chastely but deliberately and deeply.
"One." he counted before going up. Luke's look of surprise was totally worth it. He went down and kissed him again “Two.”
Luke sniffed a bit and one of the tears fell, leaving a mark on his sweaty skin. Aemond wanted to clean it up but the position was awkward enough without him risking falling on top of Luke.
"Aemond…You don't have to…" Aemond reached down and kissed the tip of his nose, the taste of his sweat clinging to his lips.
"You’re right," Aemond agreed, staying on top and looking at the red, swollen lips. "I want to."
"You don't have to do it just to please me. It's ok." His nephew had lifted his chin the way he did when he wanted to be brave, his lips trembled like every time he lied.
"Luke." he saw him swallow and close his eyes briefly, as if preparing for a blow. “You should tell me. I don't appreciate you lying to me.”
“I'm sorry. I really, really do. It was wrong” he looked seriously sorry.
Aemond knew Luke wouldn't do it again, would respect this new boundary and never ask again because early in their relationship, when they'd talked all the bad blood between them but still didn't have a name for what they were, Aemond snarled at him for trying to remove the patch and he never mentioned it again to even touch the area.
It had taken Aemond weeks to get ready and he waited for the next opportunity to allow Luke to see him without any impediment, understanding that his nephew was not using him nor would he leave him at the slightest chance. That didn't happen. Until then Aemond hadn't noticed that Luke had stopped touching his hair in an attempt to never trip over the eyepatch tape or that he had stopped his hand inches from his face before redirecting it elsewhere.
Luke could be thoughtless and spoiled but when he understood that something was a hard line he respected it. It had been Aemond who had pushed him away in the middle of Luke removing his shirt to remove the eyepatch himself. He had felt vulnerable until Luke asked if he could touch him. Luke caressed her cheek and everything felt right again as they continued to kiss.
This wasn't really a limit, it was just something they hadn't spoken correctly.
"It was." Aemond lowered himself, his muscles tensing to keep his weight inches from Luke's face. “Tell me, taoba” his voice took on the low purr that always made Luke's eyes darken “what were you thinking?” he licked his lips still with the taste of Luke and their shared sweat trying hard not to blush at his own fantasy, "If only this had been a gym with more people around us and you started behaving like a needy bitch even then."
Luke's eyes were dark with desire and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
“I…”
"Even here you are." he kissed Luke's lips and went back upstairs without taking his eyes off him. “Tempting me while you have the camera on” Luke looked at his cell phone in surprise, as if he had forgotten about it. Aemond reached down and caught his lips. “Who knows what could happen?”
"Aemond," Luke sounded breathless, his hands now on Aemond's pecs. He went up and down once more. When he tried to climb again, Luke caught him with his legs. "What do you think would happen, qybor ? "
Luke moved his hips until his two aroused members brushed against each other. They both moaned, looking into each other's eyes, not wanting to back down but giving the other a chance to do so.
“I think we should move on to another type of exercise, Taoba.”
He kissed Luke without holding back. His nephew moved his hands under his shirt and squeezed one of his nipples. Aemond bit his bottom lip in retaliation.
Their bodies moved in a familiar but never dull dance as they undressed each other with Luke spinning them around so he could remove his own shirt as he rubbed his butt over Aemond's clothed cock.
Aemond allowed it for only a few seconds before turning him around again to enclose him beneath him and bare them enough for comfortable access. A finger brushed against Luke's entrance before he reminded himself that they were out of lube.
“Luke…” His impatient nephew grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand making the finger slide easily “you…?!”
Luke gave a pleased hum, looking up at him with a lopsided smile.
"You wake up and left me alone," he falsely complained with a pout. Aemond inserted a second finger and pushed with precision against the younger's prostate turning the smirk into a pleased groan.
" Did you think of me? At us doing this? What will it take you against the gym floor?”
“No... I …”
Luke bit his lip and went still.
" Luke?" Aemond stopped in confusion. Luke seemed no less excited but embarrassed. " What did you think?"
Luke looked at him and looked away again.
" Can you pick us up?" Aemond started to stand up but Luke locked his legs around his waist. "Can you, qybor ? "
Amond raised an eyebrow. It was a little tricky getting the push off with Luke's weight unbalancing him but he was able to get first to his knees with Luke on his lap and then to a standing position holding Luke by the buttocks.
"Gods, why are you so sexy?" Luke's voice was hoarse and he couldn't see the hazel in his eyes anymore. Aemond couldn't help but burst with pleasure at her reaction “hold me, don't let me fall. Is seriously.”
"I've never let you fell" was the annoying reply. Luke kissed him again, his hands sliding down his chest before releasing him. Luke fell back nearly giving Aemond a fit who squeezed harder on Luke's ass. Then he went up and wrapped his arms around Aemond's neck and kissed him. Without detaching more than a few millimeters, he spoke with his lips still touching “That was what I imagined.”
Amond took a deep breath. Luke would be the death of him.
" Do you think you could do it with my dick in your ass?"