An Exiled Prince and his Honorable Knight
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Aerion openly moans, though he turns to face away from Dunk. The simple action has Ser Duncan pushing up to look at him, reality too startling for him to continue this.
“Your grace! I-” Dunk stops, taking in the sight of Aerion's bruised and blushing face. Even in the darkness of the woods around them, Aerion seems to glow with his silver hair and pale skin. It makes the imperfections that mar his face stand out. Bruised lids and bleeding cuts decorate him, all because of Dunk. His eyebrows are turned in pleasure, but his eyes are tightly shut. His lips are still a little bloody, but it looks like Aerion had been licking the blood away. As if to prove the assumption a fact, Dunk watches as Aerion’s tongue pokes out to lick at the open wound on his bottom lip. That.. does something to Dunk that he isn’t proud to admit. Still broken, the prince looks like a piece of art.
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“You kept it,” Aerion teases, holding the dagger up between them. Dunk almost fears he’s going to try and gut him, but the look on his face says otherwise. Aerion steps close again, a sinister smile on his face as he looks up at Dunk. Even if Dunk is a head taller than him, Aerion’s presence shortens the difference between them. He’s intimidating as he drags the tip of the dulled blade lightly over Dunk’s stomach. “How sentimental of you.”
Dunk stays silent.
“Do you think about that night often?” Aerion asks, his eyes turn downcast to watch the blade as he drags it lower.
Dunk’s hand catches Aerion’s wrist, pulling the dagger away from his manhood. His heart pounds against his ribs, making his breath come out unevenly as he listens to the prince.
“Because I do,” Aerion continues, “Every time I fuck someone, I imagine it’s you. I’ve sought you out in so many different men and women over the last two years, and yet none of them were you. You and what you did to me… You plague me, Ser Duncan. It’s quite irritating.”Series