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It was supposed to be a joke. It didn't feel like one now.
Aemond took another deep desperate breath, nose pressed against the scarf tightly held in his hand. Saltwater and lemons, a familiar scent making his blood boil even more than it usually did.
His hips jerked, an involuntary reaction, his stiff cock leaking helplessly against his thin blanket.
Different though usually, he thought, mind swimming. Normally Lucerys’ scent caused quite a different reaction in him. A moan that was half growl escaped him and he muffled it against the scarf, closing his eyes as he kept smelling the lingering scent of his nephew on it while his other hand wandered towards his aching cock.
(Aemond steals something from Luke. Luke steals it back. Neither of them admit why they stole it in the first place until they have to.)