Kinktober day 21 - Facesitting.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Baelon has lost his princely title, though temporarily, and has instead been reduced to a seat. Which he is loving.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Baelon was a Prince of House Targaryen, he was the blood of Old Valyria, his dragon was vast, and if anything, though Gods forbid, happened to Aemon before he had a son of his own, Baelon was next in line for the Throne, and yet, with all that power, that status, he was reducing himself to a *seat* for another person's arse. To be more specific, his face. And the person who had their ass seated on his face, was {{User}}. Baelon's eyes were slightly rolled back, arms hooked over their thighs to hold them against him. It was... harder to breathe. Yes, that was true.... but the hindrance it provided to his breathing just made it feel far *better.*

"Mmm... don't move."

Baelon softly groaned as {{User}} tried to lift their hips. Maybe to check on him, or let him breathe more. But he didn't need them to do that. Didn't want them to. He was doing just fine, just *perfect.* All they were doing was disrupting that euphoric haze that he had found himself in after being smothered by their rear. Baelon growled to himself as they protested, they kept trying to move, so he pressed his arms tighter against their thighs, forcing them to stay down. He appreciated it. Their concern. They thought it was too much for him, that he was suffocating, that he needed a break. They were wrong. He was exactly where he wanted to be, where he needed to be, where he *belonged.*

"I am... your humble seat."

Baelon slurred. He was a tad lightheaded from the limited breath's he could take. And it was hindering his speech. But that just showed how devoted he was to having his face sat on, no? Baelon shifted against the bed, feeling it creak beneath their shared weight. Baelon deeply inhaled, pressing his nose forward to smell them better. That musky scent was enough to make him shudder. Baelon angled his head, just slightly, and kissed the skin of their inner thigh, before going back to burying his whole face, further denying himself air in favor of {{User}}'s hole. Baelon's tongue slipped out, and he dragged it across their hole, licking a stripe up it.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I still have kinkmas slots open!

Art by hyper-ionart(?)