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Dunk’s mornings mostly consisted of soreness and awkward discomfort. It was not a reflection of the quality of the activities of the night before but rather a direct result of it. And it was not the fault of the poor maids who had to clean up after Aerion and Dunk. Dunk usually opened his eyes to the smell of musk and sensation of half-dried spent on the sheets and on his body. He took care not to wake his grouchy prince and wiped off himself and Aerion, who hardly stirred so early in the morning. The morning was so small that light had barely begun to kiss the horizon. 

Habit and routine were pounded into Dunk, so he awoke early even after his union with Prince Aerion. He went to peek his head out the door of the chamber and was startled by the maids standing there, waiting to serve. It always unnerved him to be waited on, hand and foot but he cleared his throat and put on a stern bravado. 

“Ahem. Please tell cook to send up breakfast.” Dunk straightened out, the door now open fuller now. The chill of the corridor made his chest pucker and the hairs stand.  

“Yes, Ser.” one maid curtsied and the other turned away down the servants’ stair.  

“Um...” Dunk eyed the remaining beta maid, standing with her eyes to the floor. “Could I trouble you to find something from the Maester...for...um...ahem....” Dunk coughed, awkward and embarrassed. The girl looked up to read his expression, seeing it blush down to his neck. She giggled despite her place and came forward to curtsy the big knight of a man, standing in his doorway, shirtless and awkward.  

“Ser...do you mean a salve for a sore spot?” She asked. She laughed when Dunk nodded his head and looked everywhere but in her face.  

“Yes,” he sighed with relief, grateful his request was heard and understood. “Thank you. I meant... I’m sure it's not your job...” Dunk started rambling as he always did when he encountered women. And the maid was more than happy to stand listening. She laughed at his half-formed jokes and assured him of his kindness and consideration. She started to feel like she was going to enjoy serving Prince Aerion and Ser Duncan. More than a bit. Her eyes tried and failed to wander downward to the patch of hair on Ser Duncan’s chest. The way they sprang upward like a field of flowers and looked almost orange in the back light of the fire in their chamber.  

She did try. Rather valiantly. But Ser Duncan’s famous thickness prevented him from catching up to it.  

Her eyes were just about to wander further to appreciate Ser Duncan’s well-built torso when without warning, an arm shot out and then its torso and Aerion appeared, shoving his body between the doorway and Dunk. The prince hissed, teeth bared and angry at the maid who flinched backward with a screech.  

“My prince!” Dunk cried. Aerion snarled when the maid remained frozen and stepped back to slam the door shut with a bang. The maid’s stunned and fearful face the last Dunk saw of her. “Aerion, what in the seven hells--?”  

Instead of answering, Aerion bodily shoved Dunk backwards, still in shock the knight could only allow it in the face of this cold rage and tumbled backwards. With a final shove, Aerion pushed Dunk back on the bed and swiftly mounted his thighs. Palms holding down the thick chest and curling his fingers in the orange hairs he found there, making Dunk hiss. 

“What...”  

“Don’t talk to anyone...ever again” Aerion sneered, swatting away the hands that instinctively came to cup his hips.  

“What?” Dunk barely got a word out, mouth agape. 

“Don’t talk to anyone you could shove your cock into, ever again. Swear it.”  

Dunk let out a nervous incredulous laugh, but it did not illicit a smile from the pale prince who leant his weight now fuller on Dunk’s groin. Without his permission, Dunk’s cock hardened at this display and the warmth. Shaking his head, he pulled himself up unto his elbows, ignoring the little princeling trying to force him back down. His palms slid up Aerion’s back in a gesture of calm, but the prince was still steaming, scowling at Dunk’s nonchalance.  

“Swear it, or I'll see them dead.”  

“Aerion, I can’t do that. And you know it. What if I had to have words with your father? Would you see him dead?” Dunk chuckled, soothing his hands up and down the pale smoothness of Aerion’s back. 

“Yes. I’ll kill him for you, if that is what it takes.” Aerion answered without hesitation. 

“Aerion!” Dunk’s mouth flopped wide. 

“I’ll even slay the King, if that is what you wished. I’ll burn the entire world down for you.” Aerion declared, his eyes steel. Dunk could only stare back at him, truly stunned and shook his head in disbelief. 

“My prince. My dragon...” He nuzzled into Aerion’s cheek and then pressed a slow line of kisses to his neck. Aerion’s head tilted to bare it instinctively, despite his anger. “Do not be angry, please.” Dunk mouthed at that spot Aerion liked and smiled when he sighed a little in pleasure. 

Aerion’s eyes slid shut, and he moaned despite himself. 

“I’ll allow it... Ah...” Aerion gasped as Dunk’s mouth trailed lower, finding a pert pink nipple and taking it between his teeth. “Ah...You dirty little peasant...that’s unfair. Ah!”  

“You’re being unfair” Dunk pointed out, voice muffled as his face was pressed into Aerion’s skin. Hands came to sail through his hair and a sharp and painful tug had him looking up at his omega’s face. They gazed at each other for a moment before Aerion allowed his rage to sooth under his lust, lowering his lips to Dunk’s and allowing their caress of tongues. When the smell of slick drifted up to Dunk’s nose, his mouth watered and he growled, turning him over unto the bed and pressing himself down unto Aerion.  

Aerion wrapped both arms and legs around his Alpha, feeling frantic fingers wander down to his slick bottom and pressing inside him blindly. He moaned and sighed, allowing his mate to bite at his neck. Aerion will make sure Dunk knows his place for a long time yet.