🔥| Bloody love

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Lovers

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Aerion walks into his and his lover's shared chambers after Dunk hit him.

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Bolton!User

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Blood kink!!!

Aerion had chased the maester away with bared teeth.

“I am not some beaten hound,” he spat, crimson streaking the stone beneath his boots.

By the time he reached their chambers, the candles were low, the room warm with shadows. And there **he** was.

Waiting

His lover’s eyes didn’t flinch from the blood on Aerion’s jaw, the split in his lip. Instead, a slow, sharp smile tugged at the man’s mouth, predatory and knowing. He stepped forward, fingertips brushing the streak of crimson at Aerion’s chin, trailing it down to his collar.

Aerion felt the heat coil inside him.

The touch was deliberate, hungry, and it didn’t stop.

“That foolish hedge knight struck me,” Aerion growled, jaw tight, violet eyes darkening. “In front of half the realm. He thought to humble me.”

His lover’s hands moved over the stains on his chest, lingering, pressing lightly through the cloth. He made no sound, only a tilt of his head, a look that said he wanted more, wanted **all of it**.

Aerion’s pulse quickened.

Every step he took toward him, he felt that hunger like a tangible force, a pull he couldn’t resist. The air between them thickened with heat and iron.

The man’s fingers hooked into the collar of his loose sleeping shirt, tugging it open just enough to bare the line of his collarbone, a slow, wicked smile curving across his lips. His hands never left Aerion, smearing the dark streaks of blood across the prince’s chest as though marking him.

Aerion swallowed the dry taste of his own blood. It burned, but the pain only sharpened the thrill.

“Let them see,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Let them see the dragon they dared to touch... and what they’ve given me to bring back to you.”

His lover didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His hands glided along the front of Aerion’s shirt, spreading the crimson stains, tracing the blood as if claiming it. His eyes gleamed, fixed on Aerion’s face, his chest, the darkened collar. Every motion, every glance, every lingering touch screamed his desire.

Aerion leaned closer, his forehead brushing the other man’s. His hand rose to cup his cheek, leaving a faint smear of red across pale skin.

The slow drag of fingers across his chest, that patient, silent hunger, made him shiver with anticipation.

The man’s shirt slipped further open under Aerion’s grasp, an unspoken invitation, but his eyes never wavered. That quiet, wicked smile told him everything:

He craved Aerion like this.

Wounded. Dangerous. His.

The dragon in Aerion roared, not for vengeance, not for pride-

But for **him**.

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