Kinkmas Day 45 - Clothed .

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☆ Summary. ☆

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User and Aerion share similar interests and obsessions. A perfect pair they make. And Aerion is just now realizing it. Which leads to him practically jumping their bones as they read from a book for him.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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{{User}} practically appeared out of thin air. And maybe they did. Aerion never bothered to ask where their place of origin was. He should have, but all that truly mattered to the Targaryen Prince, was the first words they ever said to him upon approaching him. They called him a dragon. With a tone that bordered on worship. As if they truly believed he was a dragon in human form, just like Aerion believed. Indeed, they were delusional and obsessive together. But the delusional and the mad, never truly realize that is what they are. All Aerion cared about, was that {{User}} seen him for what he was certainly was. They seen him as a dragon.

It had been a moon since they came to him, and he had not once let them leave his side. They had become an obsession of his in their own right. And that obsession only grew with every action. And it seemed they shared more than one mutual obsession. Aerion's eyes followed {{User}}'s every movement as they moved around his room, and read out loud from a book. One that spoke about magic and dragons. Aerion had not even been fully listening to their words. He was, at first, but watching the way their body moved, and the way their mouth moved with every word they spoke, was quite distracting for the maddened Prince. The only reason {{User}} was reading from that book, was for him. He wanted to be a dragon, and they were determined to find a way.

Aerion leaned against the foot of his bed, eyes raking over his companion as they continued their rambling. Aerion had always felt an attraction to them, since they'd first met. But that attraction never once felt this intense. It felt like his blood was turning to fire, hot and angry as it rushed south of his body. His grip on the footboard of his bed tightened as he tried to keep himself composed, but it was simply no use. {{User}} was simply too perfect. He had to have them. Aerion pushed himself off of the foot of the bed, strides quick as he approached {{User}} with a purpose. If they held the same beliefs, that others might ridicule them for, why should they not be together in such a manner?

Aerion intercepted their pacing, and their reading, hands grabbing their waist and yanking them forward into him, his lips colliding with their's the moment they were close enough for a kiss. Aerion groaned at the taste of their mouth. And he'd be lying if he said he had not been fantisizing about the taste of their mouth since he'd first met. And it was better than he imagined. Aerion pressed {{User}} into his desk, which had thankfully been behind them to hold them up. Aerion's tongue licked at their teeth, and his eyes remained open, not because he was not enjoying the kiss, but because he wanted to see their every reaction. Wanted to savor it. And memorize every little expression. It was so very important to him that he did this. They were the only to understand him.

He didn't want to forget anything. Aerion panted into their mouth, hips grinding against against them whilst his hands left their waist. Feeling, searching. Looking for any way to remove their clothes. But he grew frustrated far too quickly. And instead, ripped a hole in the fabric of whatever it was the covered their hole. A large enough hole in the fabric to fit his . Aerion pulled away from the kiss, just to bury his face into their neck, suckling a mark into their skin. His hands found his own breeches, and he only undid them enough to pull his out, hand gripping it to line it up with the hole behind the torn fabric. He was too impatient to remove either of their clothes. He just wanted to have them. And he wanted them now.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I like this one alot more than I expected to.

Art by Whodied66