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Again, the council droned on. Overlapping voices tossing out names to each other as if Valarr wasn't even there, discussing all of the wonderful benefits and alliances each one might give.
His own father and uncle had married from Dorne; it begged to question if he might be better to follow in their footsteps. However there was also another Stark girl coming of age, and to have themselves tied with the North could prove even more beneficial at the moment.
"Let's not forget the Tyroshi girl. It would be well worth the easier access to the free cities, as well as the weapons and shore front that comes with it."
"And we can keep an eye open from any more of those Blackfyre traitors," another mumbled, but his head nodded along in agreement.
Valarr watched them all continue to speak - to each other, and never once to himself. Not even to his father, which only made his unease grow. Valarr's face remained as blank as possible while he listened, or at least he had thought it had; his father's brow raised when he looked over at him, and he knew that he had failed to keep his emotions as contained as he had thought.
It always seemed harder when he was forced to listen to a group of people he didn't care for plan out such a large part of his life as if he wasn't even present.
Not to mention the thought of marriage still sent a small shock down his spine. Twisting up in his gut in a way that was a little too unpleasant to be called excitement. There were so many variables, yet each time one thought continued to make its way through to the top of the list; how was he meant to create heirs when he had yet to even kiss a woman? He knew the theories of course, yet it settled like rocks in his gut wondering if he would be considered a disappointment.
He heard the talks of ladies in the gardens; the way they gushed of nights well spent.
The way they laughed when they weren't.
Valarr finally glanced over towards his father once more, face carefully contained this time. Ruined easily at the sight of mismatched eyes still on him as if they had never left and an unbidden thought crossing his mind that had his stomach feel like it had lifted to his chest.
Maybe his father could help teach him. He had taught Valarr everything else; from which forks and spoons were to be used at what meals when he was still young to keeping his emotions sealed in front of outsiders to swordplay and hand-to-hand and horse riding. He had been better at instructing Valarr than any of his teachers had ever been.
"It is late," Baelor finally called out, giving the group a quaint smile when all of their words died in their throats. "I believe it would be best to reconvene at a later day, once myself and my son have had time to discuss all the options you've all put forward."
Valarr watched as they all smiled to themselves; pleased little things preening at just the tone of his father's voice. Half amusing, half annoying; he knew what it was like to hear praise from his father, yet simple words reducing them to such merriment was rather disappointing.
The table slowly cleared, everyone bidding their farewells before exiting the room and leaving Valarr with his father. Even now his eyes still hadn't left Valarr, desperately trying to ignore the thrill that always came with it. Usually he was much better at keeping any thoughts like that buried, yet they now seemed insistent on surfacing all once more along with the thoughts that followed.
"What is bothering you, Valarr? I can see something eating away at you, no matter how well you try and hide it." Baelor sounded half amused even now, and while Valarr almost wished he could be annoyed, he found himself relaxing at the sound of his father's voice, a small smile breaking across his face.
"It is quite a lot to take in." A careful enough reply, and one that had Baelor's brow raising as he waited for whatever would follow. Valarr's breath wavered when he inhaled, wondering if it was even worth it to throw years of caution to the wind like he was about to. "I find myself worrying about what… comes after the marriage."
His skin flushed, warmth creeping up his chest towards his neck, and Baelor's brows drew together. It wasn't often he saw his father confused, and Valarr found he enjoyed the look more than he should.
Enjoyed his father's face more than he should. Again, his belly tightened and his nerves nearly broke.
Steeling himself, Valarr took another slow breath, fingers skimming across the table still between them, tracing meaningless patterns across the wood. "I've had to hear more times than I care to count the escapades of Daeron and Aerion both in the brothels." Valarr's eyes landed on Baelor's once, then flickered away. It didn't escape his notice the way his father seemed to be staring at him now. "I have no interest in them myself, yet I would not want to disappoint my future wife with cluelessness."
Was it just his imagination, or had his father seemed to relax the moment he said he had no interest in the brothels?
"You've always taught me better than any others -"
"I cannot teach you that." The words came out fast, and Valarr could hear the way his father's voice seemed to attempt to sound stern. Could hear the faint catch of his breath just before, as if for half a second he hadn't wanted to say them at all.
Valarr almost let it drop. For a brief moment, he felt a rush of shame twist through his gut. How sick must he be to even entertain the idea? To dare to suggest something like that to his own father? He swallowed it down, settling himself with a side thought that only served to encourage him more.
Aerion wouldn't give in so easily, and his cousin seemed to always get what he wanted.
"I have yet to even kiss a woman, father." The laugh that left him was short and humourless. "That, at least, shouldn't be difficult to teach." Valarr knew that he was pressing for something forbidden; even by the standards of his house, this was surely unheard of. He was already positive that his father would shut it all down, sharp and firm with no room for any extra argument.
Instead, his father took a slow breath as he stared across at him. Then his eyes scanned the room, fingers twisting the rings he wore on his hand.
He hadn't refused immediately.
"I believe this is a conversation better had when there are no ears to listen in," Baelor finally murmured. When Valarr looked back, finally building the courage to meet his gaze, his father's eyes were still focused on him. He could feel the way they stripped away the mask he worked so carefully to create, and wondered just what his father might find underneath. Could he see the way Valarr felt as if he had schemed this whole thing? The way it had him feeling like he was his cousin instead, using trickery to get what he had wanted?
But if his father could see that all, then surely it wasn't any sort of trickery.
His heart felt like it was ready to beat itself through his ribs, and his head felt too light when his father gestured for him to stand. Making his way towards the large doors, far too aware of Baelor's presence behind him. They stepped through, and Valarr continued forward, then paused when he realised he no longer heard his father's footsteps. Turning to peer over his shoulder, he caught sight of Baelor speaking to one of the knights left guarding the room they had occupied.
There was a small bow given, and then the knight spoke. "As you wish, my prince."
Yet when Valarr questioned it quietly without words, his father simply guided him forward. Baelor's hand pressed against his spine, heat sinking through layers of clothing easily, and warm enough that Valarr sucked in a soft breath.
"I believe the first lesson should be that a woman should not steal your breath by a single touch." The humour was evident in his father's voice, lacing the words with a familiar teasing that left Valarr's chest feeling far too warm.
He tried to laugh, the sound choking in his throat and coming out more as a puff of air. "I don't believe a woman's hand would span most my back if she were to touch it," he offered in return, avoiding the urge to look over his shoulder after he spoke. For a brief second, he felt fingers tighten against his skin, gone before he could think any more of it.
Flames spread soft shadows along the walls as they walked, trying to focus on anything but what might be coming. Footsteps falling into sync. The clamor of knights along various halls, bowing to them both when their paths crossed. Servants fetching wine, and scurrying quietly through the halls with freshly folded linens, ready for the next morning.
Valarr stepped into his father's room, unable to tear his eyes away from the bed until the sound of the door shutting drew his attention.
Baelor watched him almost curiously now. The tension between them felt like a wall. Like water that Valarr longed to step into, just to test the temperature. For years, he had maintained the perfection that his role demanded of him. Proper at all times. Courteous. Restrained, in the ways the bespoke royalty.
He wanted nothing more than to follow through with his desires instead, yet the thought of finally doing so, of finally taking something he wanted for himself, left his throat tightening and his stomach twisting. A weakness in his legs that he didn't trust, fearing a single step might make a fool of himself all over again.
"What is it that you are so worried for, my son?"
It felt like a test. As if his father had added the word son just to test him, to see if it might make him falter. For a moment, Valarr almost let it.
"I hear the stories that Daeron and Aerion spill. I hear the women talk of their own experiences." Valarr took a deep breath, yet he didn't let his eyes fall. "I want nothing less than to become a laughing stock to the men around me because I could not even kiss my wife properly."
Would his father feel like that was enough of a justification?
Instead of words, Baelor simply hummed. Still watching him. Studying him. Valarr's chest felt too tight, yet he didn't let himself move. He would not let his father see his nerves break, not now.
Baelor stepped closer, and Valarr's breath left his lungs in a shaky rush. His father only stopped once he stood in front of him, looking almost amused at whatever it was he had found. Valarr could feel the heat rising through his chest, trying to will it away so it wouldn't stain his cheeks with red.
When his father's fingers brushed against his jaw, he had to fight to keep himself still. To remain quiet, and not let whatever sound was in his throat claw its way out.
"Relax," Baelor murmured, and Valarr tried, letting his body loosen and knowing he had done as requested from the way his father smiled. "Good. Do not rush through something like this. Your wife will enjoy the tension, the suspense that comes before." His father's head dipped closer, a rush of something sharp dropping from his chest into his gut when he felt lips just barely brush across his own. Leaning in without thought, chasing after the feeling only to be met with disappointment when his father moved away at the same time.
He could still feel him, could still taste the warmth on his lips. His heart was pounding through his chest, drowning out any thoughts he might have, focused on only one thing now.
Again, his father's lips brushed his own. This time, when Valarr leaned into him, Baelor didn't move away. The pressure against his lips grew, a soft little noise slipping out of his throat at the feeling of his father's lips moving slowly now with his. Strong fingers guided his chin, a slight tilt to the side, and then his father was pressing deeper into the kiss.
A tongue slid across his lips, wet and warm and sending something sharp down his spine in a pleasant way. One that had him wanting more.
Valarr tried to mimic the movements, convinced that he would not dare to pull himself away for breath until his vision went black. Baelor broke the kiss instead, resting their foreheads against one another for a brief moment, studying Valarr now. And seconds later, after Valarr had dragged in another few breaths, he moved himself forward, stealing a kiss from his father instead.
Following his father's lead as best he could, a quiet whine spilling out when his back pressed against a wall, crowded against it by his father. Baelor's hands roamed gently, smoothing along the fabric of his doublet and squeezing at his hips to pull them forward, yet not once did they slip underneath. Valarr's own hands reached for Baelor's chest, groaning as he gripped the fabric there tight, a hand sliding up the wrap around the back of his neck and pull him even closer.
It wasn't until a soft knock rang through the room that they pulled away. Reality crashed through Valarr at what they had just done. At what he had pressured his father into doing. Guilt and shame flared up easily, yet his father seemed far too relaxed.
He stepped away, eyes still focused on Valarr even as he spoke. "Enter."
Valarr tried to adjust his clothes. Everything felt too raw, too obvious. Smoothing over his clothes as if that might hide what had happened even though he could still feel the warmth of his father on his lips, positive that whoever entered would be able to see what had just happened.
Aerion stepped into the room, a smirk already plastered on his face as he let the door shut behind him, searching for Baelor. Silver hair was still damp from his bath, wearing something obviously thrown on in a rush. Put together enough, for a prince, yet Valarr knew that his cousin would never step out in it if he knew there was others waiting on him.
It made his stomach drop seeing him though. Why had his father called for Aerion?
His cousin's face seemed to mirror what he was feeling as well, the smirk falling from his face at the sight of Valarr. Annoyance followed, along with confusion as he looked between the two, trying to piece together just why he had been summoned.
Then recognition lit up in his eyes, his smirk returning and Valarr wanted to demand he leave; if anyone would know what had happened just by a glance, it would be Aerion.
Baelor's thumb stroked across Valarr's cheek. "You do always seem to learn quicker when you're being challenged." And then his father looked at Aerion, studying him for a moment before he seemed satisfied with whatever he found. "It is time that Valarr learn the ways of husband and wife, Aerion. I was hoping that is something you would help me with."
Heat rushed to Valarr's cheeks. He hadn't asked for his cousin's help. He did not feel the need to kiss his cousin.
Then Aerion smiled, a lazy, pleased little thing that had Valarr swallowing thickly. "And I suppose you would like for me to play the wife."
The heat in his face grew, yet he could feel the way it returned to his gut once more. Settling low, reviving the embers left in his body by his father.
"Very well," Aerion sighed, his eyes still stuck on Baelor. They only broke when he began to cross the room, landing on Valarr and burning through him with something close to curiosity. Excitement, maybe, even if Valarr was unwilling to admit it. Violet eyes stayed locked on his own, Aerion's head tilting to the side with a bored smile, his fingers resting gently against Valarr's chest. "And now here I am, husband. As you would." Confidence and surety leaked from Aerion in a way that left Valarr feeling almost jealous. He was younger by a couple years, yet the experience he seemed to have was more than obvious now compared to his own.
Swallowing thickly, Valarr let out a slow breath. Glancing at his father, only to find his eyes focused on Aerion's hand where it rested. It was a mixture of satisfaction, and something else, something darker, that had Valarr's breath quickening.
"May I kiss you?"
It was the polite thing to do. What any man should do, the first time he beds his wife. His father had always told him to make sure any advances were wanted. To never force himself on someone unwilling, to never put someone in a position where they felt fear because of his actions. His wife should trust him, always.
Aerion's smirk widened. "No."
Valarr froze, eyes widening in surprise and cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the rejection. They immediately searched for his father, reddening even more at the smile he could see barely hidden there.
"Sometimes, my son, a wife does appreciate when her husband knows what he wants without doubt." Baelor chuckled under his breath, yet his eyes roamed over them both. "Sometimes, they enjoy the idea of you taking what you please."
It went against everything Valarr had been taught. At what he thought he knew of marriage. The thought struck something deep in his gut, heat coiling tighter at the idea of taking Aerion as he pleased. At seeing him wide eyed and nervous - fearful, even though he was unwilling to admit it - and unable to stop Valarr yet enjoying it all.
He rushed forwards, and they both groaned in pain at the way their teeth smacked together.
"Careful," Baelor chastised. Floorboards creaked softly as he stepped closer. "You can be commanding, but not too forceful. Make them want to give control to you."
Valarr's mouth eased back, working against Aerion's just as Baelor's had with his own. Waiting for something he wasn't sure he would find, yet knowing the moment he felt Aerion relax that he had found it. A slight tilt, a soft breath, and Aerion's mouth parted, just enough to taste Valarr's tongue. Mimicking what he had felt from his father just moments before, and Aerion seemed pleased enough with the action.
There was a need to be closer. To feel Aerion's body pressed close to his, to share the heat between them. To feel the way his body reacted to the kiss, needing to know if it was the same for him as it was Valarr. Stepping closer only for Aerion to step back, letting himself be led without realising.
Not even when Aerion's thighs met the edge of Baelor's bed did they break the kiss. There was a shift, Aerion trying to seat himself along the edge of the bed without having to jump, and Valarr's hands slid down instinctively. Gripping at Aerion's waist to lift him up, pressing in close when his thighs fell open. A perfect opening for his own body to press in, grinding himself between Aerion's legs with a shuddering breath, just barely stopping the groan from following.
It was only when Aerion's own hips rolled, his fingers still gripping tight, that Valarr froze. Realising just how far they had come, just how carried away they had gotten. Uncertainty and embarrassment rushed through him, immediately searching for his father.
Aerion used the distraction to latch onto his neck, teeth digging in sharp. It should have been painful, Valarr knew. His body reacted before his mind could, meeting his father's eyes as the sound he had tried to stifle broke free. Rocking against his cousin as his teeth dug in harder, his tongue working against the reddened skin seconds later, so hot and wet that Valarr shuddered under his touch.
Had his father meant for them to go this far?
Baelor's eyes seemed to have darkened, his breaths falling slow and deep. He looked like a man starved. "Continue." The command came roughly, and Valarr nodded, feeling almost shy now. He had never seen his father look quite like that, he thought.
Then a memory came to the front of his mind; the crispness of the air in the morning just before it gave into the heat of afternoon. Goading his father on in a way that still sent a thrill through him, challenging him to practice sparring. The way he had directed Valarr through it all, until they struggled against one another. It wasn't often he managed to get the upper hand on his father, and for a sweet, brief moment, he had thought he would win. The world had spun around him, pinned against the ground with his father's weight against his back. Pain flared through his shoulder, yet it seemed connected to other things. Warmth gathering in his belly when his father moved, reluctant to feel him pull away.
Shame had filled Valarr then, as if his father might hear his thoughts somehow.
Yet when his father helped him up, he looked just as he did now.
How many times had he missed that gaze? How many times had it been directed towards him without him knowing?
Aerion's palm smacked against his cheek, snapping Valarr's head back and looking annoyed at him now. "A wife will not appreciate you getting distracted, cousin."
"A wife would not dare lay their hands on me."
The ache between his legs had only grown worse with the sting along his cheek.
His words made Aerion laugh though, slow and amused as if Valarr had said something funny without meaning to. "Oh, how mistaken you are." Leaning forwards, Aerion pulled his tunic above his head and tossed it onto the floor. For a moment, Valarr felt the urge to chastise him. Wrinkling his nose at the discarded clothes before his focus returned to his cousin.
The sight of Aerion spread across the sheets caught his breath. The front of his breeches had been untied, hanging loose now and giving him the faintest glimpse of the soft white hair hidden beneath and the bulge now more prominent. The rest of his chest remained smooth, and Valarr gave into his urge to touch.
His palms slid over Aerion's belly, slowly sliding upwards until he reached his chest. Marvelling over the faint flush that tinted his skin a soft pink, wanting to taste every inch he could just to see how his cousin would react.
Leaning forward, Valarr eased back into a kiss. Waiting until it seemed right, until Aerion tried to suck in a breath to finally move. Kissing across his jaw, licking and sucking marks into the perfect skin of his neck. He wanted to dig his teeth in like Aerion had. Wanted to see how his cousin reacted; if he would feel the same as Valarr had.
This was practice for a wife, he reminded himself. Surely she would not appreciate being chewed on like he was no better than a dog. Saliva welled in his mouth as he licked across Aerion's collarbone, letting himself indulge in the faintest rocks of his hips against his cousin now. Just to ease the pressure. Just for a moment. A distraction so he didn't bury his teeth into Aerion's skin to see how easy he might bleed.
The thought should have bothered him. That he was so eager to inflict pain upon his cousin. Instead, the ache grew stronger. He wanted to hear Aerion cry out. Wanted to feel him squirm under his teeth.
His mouth moved lower, a wet kiss pressed against Aerion's sternum. A hand shoved lightly at his head in warning, and he glanced upwards, taking in the sight of Aerion panting lightly.
"I may be pretending to be your future wife, but I am not a woman. You do not need to suckle at something that is not there."
His father spoke up before he could. "You are for tonight, Aerion. As you would, Valarr."
The feeling of having his father's permission sparked something sharp and hot in his gut. Wrapping his lips around one of Aerion's nipples and sucking lightly.
And Aerion surprised them all, a soft sound slipping out that was almost like a whine. Chest pressing up against Valarr's mouth and legs spreading wider, grinding up against him out of instinct.
"Good," Baelor breathed, sounded even more ragged than he had before. "Again."
Valarr sucked again, feeling the way Aerion tensed beneath him. Trying his hardest to keep still, to act as if he hadn't enjoyed the feeling. Moving to the other side, Valarr licked over the sensitive area, letting a breath fall out heavily before he drew it into his mouth. Keeping it there and flicking his tongue over it until he felt Aerion finally, finally, squirm against him, another muffled, broken sound slipping free from his mouth.
Moving away, Valarr kissed his way down his cousin's stomach. Aerion's hand rested against his head, tangling in his hair before he tried to press down as if to guide him to where he wanted. He gave in to the silent command for less than a second before his father interrupted.
"Some wives may be more demanding than others." Reluctantly, Valarr turned to look at his father, yet his head remained close to Aerion's body, eager to return. "Do not be afraid to correct them when needed." Then he smiled, a small, dark thing that made Valarr's heart race. "Aerion seems the type to enjoy teeth."
He heard the scoff from his cousin. The insistent press of his hand as Valarr's fingers slid under the waist of Aerion's breeches. Yet his father had given him permission. And his father had always been a good judge of character.
When Aerion tried to lift his hips, his free hand trying to shove his breeches down himself, Valarr gave in to his urge. Sinking his teeth into soft skin and firm muscle formed by relentless training along his waist; Aerion jerked underneath him, choking on the air in his lungs. But his hips pressed up, grinding against Valarr's chest, and finally, Valarr heard him moan. Torn from his throat like he had fought to keep it hidden, yet unable to, and tapering off into something more feral when Valarr bit down just above the first mark again.
"Fuck off," Aerion had begun to say, the words breaking in his throat. Fingers tightened painfully against his scalp, and Valarr bit down harder until Aerion shuddered and loosened his grip.
When he pulled away, the skin of Aerion's waist was already red. Angry indents from his teeth marred his skin, a faint purpling already forming around the deeper grooves of the second bite.
Valarr wanted to see Aerion covered in them.
Dragging Aerion's breeches from him, he pressed a kiss to the skin just below his hip. Dragging his teeth against the skin of Aerion's thigh just to feel him shiver and tense; biting down as if it was a favour. Aerion's cock jumped at the pain, already red and leaking messily from the tip.
He had seen other men before; it was nothing new, really.
But he had never seen men like this. Had never seen another man like this and found himself wanting nothing more than to taste him.
It made him wonder what his father would look like. What he would taste like.
As if Baelor could read his mind, he clicked his tongue and Valarr stilled. It flamed something in his chest, feeling like a trained dog to pause at a simple sound from his father, yet he couldn't quite tell if he disliked it or not. It made something stir through his belly.
He could wonder about that another day.
"A wife will not have that, my son. Do not pay attention to it tonight."
He felt almost disappointed; and then he moved. Pressing a kiss to Aerion's stomach, right next to where his cock rested against it. Turning his head, just enough to swipe his tongue against the wetness that dripped from him in slow beads. His eyes flickered up, and Aerion had a smirk on his face, clearly pleased, yet he pressed at his head to guide him lower.
"Listen to your father."
It dawned on him then, just what he was expected to do. And he had heard enough stories. Enough talk between different lords. Men using their mouths to please their women. To ready them before they finally took them. The way they had spoke of it always left Valarr feeling flushed and embarrassed, yet none commented on it.
Valarr placed a kiss to the crook of Aerion's thigh, and his cousin stilled. Watching him intently, almost as if he expected him to refuse or finally pull away.
Lowering himself to his knees, he rested Aerion's thighs against his shoulders. Searching for his father once more to make sure that this was what was expected; that this was what he wanted Valarr to do. Baelor gave him a slow nod from where he now sat, his fingers resting against himself, moving slowly as he watched them. Brushing against the tightness that had formed there, making Valarr wish that he was between his father's thighs as well.
He wanted them both; how was he to chose?
Pressing forward, his nose brushed against Aerion's balls. Letting his fingers press forward, searching tentatively for the spot he knew he wanted. He felt Aerion tense under his fingertips, and could hear the way his breath left his lungs in a rush. Pressing just a little harder to feel Aerion's body give under his touch.
His tongue joined, licking flatly over Aerion, pleased when his cousin's fingers found his hair. They didn't pull or push, just rested for now, as if he was anchoring himself to Valarr. He licked against him against, groaning as he buried his face deeper, praying he was doing it correctly.
Aerion's hips ground against him, as if trying to get his tongue deeper. Soft breaths were leaving him, yet none of the sounds he wanted. He sucked, and Aerion choked. Teased his finger beside his tongue and Aerion's legs fell open wider.
Suddenly the thigh that rested against one of his shoulders lifted, surprised when he opened his eyes and found his father beside him. Seating himself on the bed beside Aerion now, pressing his leg back until his knee was almost pressed to his chest.
It gave Valarr so much more room. He buried his face against his cousin once more, fingers searching against the slick area until it finally caught. Slipping in for a split second with his tongue before he pulled it away, too nervous to hurt him by accident.
"Go ahead," his father murmured, as if he knew already what Valarr wished to do. "Make sure your fingers are wet enough, but do not worry about hurting him. He can take it."
The words struck sharp in his chest. His cousin could take it. The idea of Aerion simply taking whatever Valarr gave made a shiver run up his spine.
Dragging his finger against the spit that had gathered, he pressed it in, breath catching at the feeling of heat wrapped around it. The way his body tightened and squeezed, drawing him further in. A quiet sound left Aerion, and he heard Baelor murmuring something to him. His father could settle him down; Valarr wanted to focus on what was before him instead.
His finger slid easily out, and pressed back in just as slow. Even deeper this time, lapping at the space it was buried to let more spit slick the way. In and out, over and over, watching Aerion's body twitch under his touch. The way he tensed, back arching against the bed when a second finger pressed inside. Hands tightening in Valarr's hair when he spread them apart, letting his tongue lick into the small opening.
It wasn't until his fingers curled, entirely by accident, that he found a reaction he wasn't expecting. Intent on exploring everything he could find within his cousin's body, pressing down against something firm inside of him.
The reaction was immediate. Aerion gasped at the touch, squirming backwards on the bed and only stopped by Baelor's hands. Valarr froze, terrified that he had hurt his cousin, waiting with held breath for his father to explain just what had happened.
Yet instead of concern, his father looked pleased. Soothing over Aerion's jaw before he motioned for Valarr to stand. Aerion watched him warily, looking half dazed. And then Baelor shifted. Easing himself behind Aerion, wrapping one arm around his chest and pinning Aerion's arms there with a single hand. His other hand reached for Aerion's thigh, dragging it back up to where he had held it before.
"Do that again," Baelor commanded gently. "Not too rough, but press into it. It feels good for him, but its a surprising feeling when you aren't expecting it."
"What is it?" Valarr asked quietly, fingers slowly pressing back inside of his cousin. He found it easier this time, following his father's instructions and gliding his fingers against that same spot.
Aerion jerked at the touch, his cock straining red and angry against his belly. A beautiful contrast to the pale skin beneath. A mess was already smeared across his stomach, and Valarr dragged his fingers through it before he brought it to his mouth, eager to taste once more.
"All men have it," his father explained, and his eyes were focused directly on Valarr now. Just as dark and hungry as they had been before.
Again, he stroked over that spot, and Aerion's head fell back against Baelor's shoulder, arms straining against his hold.
Curiosity welled up inside of him alongside the heat. "Does it really feel this good?" Half asked to Aerion, half to his father. Baelor nodded, still watching him, and Valarr let out a shaky breath. Pressing in a little harder just to see Aerion's body shake, to hear the breathless groan that he knew would follow. "I want to know what it feels like."
Aerion panted, yet a laugh still found its way free. "Bend over for me then, cousin. I will -"
Baelor's hand left Aerion's thigh, letting it fall and covering over his mouth instead. His thumb brushed against his nose, blocking it for just a few seconds, but it was enough that Aerion twisted. Panic filled his face, yet Valarr could feel the way his whole body tensed and squeezed around him. The way his cock leaked even more, hips grinding up against nothing. It was obvious that even scared, his cousin liked it.
Aerion seems the type to enjoy teeth. He can take it.
Something in Valarr demanded he see just how much his cousin could take. He wanted to be the one to push him to the edge, to see just how his body responded to pain and fear even as he fell apart around Valarr's own cock.
He groaned at how hard he was, still trapped in his own breeches and aching painfully against them now. Loosening the ties, he dragged them down enough to free himself, and Aerion stilled.
"You will do no such thing." Valarr heard the words, yet they were not directed towards him. Bit out soft and quite into Aerion's ear, his father's hand held over his mouth and nose even when he struggled; only removed once Aerion nodded his head. Gasping in breaths only to moan at Valarr's fingers curling up inside of him. Then his father moved, letting Aerion collapse back onto the bed. "He's more than ready for you."
A bottle of oil found his way to his father's hands, and Valarr looked at him curiously when he poured it into his own hands. Seconds later, Baelor's hand wrapped around his cock, and Valarr felt like his knees were about to give out. Shuddering through a moan, thrusting into his father's loose grip as his hand slicked over him.
There was something frayed around his father's edges now. Less contained. Dangerous.
Valarr couldn't find it in himself to be scared.
Baelor's hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his shoulders, forcing him to remove his hands from Aerion. Taking charge completely as he helped remove the last of Valarr's breeches from around his thighs, then guiding him forward.
Everything felt surreal. His leg was guided up by his father's hand, resting on the mattress. Hips pressed forward as his father's hand wrapped around his cock. Running the tip of himself against Aerion before he encouraged him forward, shuddering at the resistance of his cousin's body before he was sinking inside the most perfect, tight heat he had felt.
A hand could never compare to this, he was sure.
Aerion's head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to breath. Hands searching shakily for Valarr's waist, pushing against him when he slid in yet trying to drag him closer when he pulled away.
And then Baelor's hand rested against his jaw. Turning his head to the side, crowding against his back to press a kiss to Valarr's lips. He whined against his father's lips, jolting at the feeling of fingers searching against his own body now.
It felt so foreign. Like he should try and shy away from the touch, yet his hips pressed into Aerion and then back into Baelor's hand. Searching for even a hint of the pressure he had given to Aerion. Granted it just seconds later and gasping at the feeling.
Below him, Aerion wheezed out a laugh, smothered immediately after by a groan, hands twisting into the sheets at his side.
His father was much faster. The press of his fingers made easier with oil rather than spit, wasting no time to let another finger join. Yet not quite drawing the same reaction Aerion had.
Maybe his father had been mistaken. Maybe it wasn't like that for him.
Valarr's hips rocked shallowly into Aerion; he wanted to move faster. Harder. Wanted to see Aerion below him with his mouth open trying to breath, eyes fluttering with every thrust, yet his cousin seemed to be faring even better than him. Watching it all unfold with a smirk, even though his thighs did tense and squeeze tight at Valarr's waist, and sharp breaths taken when he managed to slide just deep enough.
A kiss was placed against Valarr's spine, and then his father's fingers curled down. Different from the feeling that rested through his gut from burying himself inside Aerion. This tore up his spine, twisting sharp and hot and fast through his whole body. Again, his father's fingers slid over that spot, and Valarr felt like his legs were giving out. Sagging against the bed, rocking faster into his cousin.
It all felt tight. Tense. Heated perfection, inside and out. There was a pressure building in his gut, flushing up into his chest where his heart was racketing against his ribs. Familiar, yet so, so different. His breaths were falling fast and sharp, panting into his cousin's skin when he tried to lean forward to kiss against his neck. Anything to distract himself. Anything to offer more for his father.
The pressure suddenly peaked, goosebumps breaking across Valarr's skin. The fingers that had been inside of him withdrew, his father's command falling on deaf ears even though his body simply obeyed.
Valarr's body dangled over that edge, desperate to fall over. To thrust just a few more times inside of Aerion so he could spill inside. Fill him up. Relieve the tightness in his belly, the ache in his cock. All it would take was a few more seconds.
But his father had told him to stop. To not move. And Valarr's body listened without conscious thought.
He was guided back, whining at the sudden loss of Aerion's body around him. His mind was a mess, thoughts blurred together in a way that simply ceased to make sense, yet somehow he seemed to be able to listen.
Aerion's hands tugged him forwards, guiding him onto the bed with a smirk he knew he shouldn't trust. Yet seconds later, Aerion's thighs were situated against his hips, kneeling above him before he sank himself back down along Valarr's cock.
He let a curse slip free, even though he knew his father didn't appreciate when he did that. If any moment called for it, it was right now.
Something thick and warm prodded against him, vaguely aware that he could feel Aerion's hands burning against his chest, and another pair pressing on his thighs to guide them open.
"Relax for us, Valarr." The command came from Aerion, and he knew that he should be bothered; it was supposed to be him in charge. But then his cousin's hips moved in a soft, small circle, and the pressure against him grew. It felt like he was being split open, trying to breath and failing miserably.
His hands bruised at Aerion's side, yet the pressure didn't stop. His sounds were swallowed down by Aerion, kissing him through it all and growing louder when the pressure finally gave. He couldn't breathe. Too much. Too thick. Baelor slid deeper in shallow rocks, and the discomfort grew. Weakened a second later by Aerion lifting himself up. More pressure, gone again when Aerion sunk down.
How had it gotten to this point? This was… This was for something, he knew. Aerion slid down his cock, and his father finally settled against him. The sight of them both; of Aerion on top of him, and Baelor in view just behind, knowing that everything he was feeling was because of them, twisted something hot and sharp in his chest.
Aerion's head tilted back, resting against Baelor's shoulder as he continued to roll his hips. "I can feel him twitching inside of me, uncle. I don't think he will last much longer." Even breathless and not directed towards him, the words came out teasing. And his father hummed, a smile hidden behind Aerion's shoulder as he studied Valarr. Each drag made his eyes flutter, trying to twist away from the pleasure, trying to rock himself up into Aerion, and his father seemed transfixed.
A ringed finger teased over the slit of Aerion's cock, and his cousin gasped. Curling in just a little at the unexpected feeling and trying to rut himself forward to feel it again. Baelor guided him back just as easily, a hand cupping at his jaw and nearly covering half of his face. Then Aerion turned, and Baelor pressed his lips against Aerion's.
The reaction was immediate; Valarr felt the first pulses of Aerion around him, the sharp thrusts of his father carving inside of his body, and everything released. His muscles tensed as his back arched off the bed, and relief flooded through them. The warmth that burned in his gut since his first kiss from his father scorched through his veins. He spilled out, thrusting messily into Aerion and feeling some of it drip out and down his balls, wet and hot against his skin. Every thrust from his father dragged it on, until he felt like he couldn't breath, the pleasure slowly depleting. Growing stronger, yet painful, in a way he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.
His father's hand wrapped around Aerion, moving slowly, yet he watched hazily as his cousin froze. Mouth falling open, slack, hands reaching behind him to grab at Baelor. His cousin's come splattered across his belly and onto his chest, and he had thought Aerion's body had felt tight before, squeezing around him in soft pulses that drew nothing but pleasure. Yet now it clamped down, almost painfully, and Valarr was sure that he never wanted to leave. Would stay buried in his cousin at all times if he had the chance.
Aerion swayed, leaning forward and panting against Valarr's chest. His hips moved with Valarr's, crying out when his father dragged against that spot again and again.
Over and over until he felt like his vision blurred, wetness filling his eyes that had Aerion looking pleased with. His tongue lapped at Valarr's cheek, and then he felt warmth as it flooded through his body, burning his insides in a way he wanted to feel again. In a way he wouldn't mind feeling for the rest of his life.
With his heart thundering in his chest, Valarr winced at the sudden emptiness. Aerion lifted himself, taking his heat with him, yet he simply fell onto the bed beside Valarr, letting his limbs stay sprawled across him. Neither of them moved, trying to find the will to look up and find his father yet his eyes demanded to stay closed, just for a moment longer.
Something wet wiped over his skin, and he knew that his father was cleaning the mess off them now. Aerion moved, the bed dipping underneath his weight as he sat up, and Valarr hummed questioningly.
Opening his eyes, he could see the careful mask settling back onto Aerion's face as he stared around the room. The way he suddenly seemed unsure. Dragging himself across the bed, he pulled Aerion down into him. Both of them watching Baelor clean himself off before he found them watching him.
He stilled, yet he looked entirely pleased. Relaxed in a way that Valarr hadn't seen in quite some time. Staring at them both on his bed as if they were his prized possessions, and Valarr had a feeling that the sentiment wasn't quite so far off. It sent a thrill down his spine. He was his father's. Just as Aerion was.
"What do you think, Aerion. Is he ready to be a husband?"
Right. Practice for a wife. That was what this was supposed to be.
Suddenly Valarr was nervous for what his cousin might say.
Aerion huffed out a laugh, yet he wiggled himself under the blankets. "I would say he needs some more practice before we give him away."
Valarr flushed, almost offended yet just as eager at the words. And Baelor smirked, smoothing his hands over Aerion's head affectionately as he finally let himself settle beside Valarr. "I believe you are correct," he murmured, and Valarr felt interest begin to flutter its way back into his belly once more.