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"You scared?"
Jacaerys's nails dug themselfs into his palm, leaving little crescent moons in their wake. His jaw was painfully clenched and breath heavy in his lungs, lips pressed tight as he kept his eyes knitted with Aegon's, silk shirt sticking to his back where it's pressed against the wall.
His throat audibly clicks, words sticky and faint on his tounge, "no."
"Really?" Aegon drawls out tauntingly, corner of his mouth curled up in a more sadistic than joyful way.
The metal Aegon had pressed to Jacaerys’s neck dug in to his flesh pitifully, not cutting him, but just enough pressure that his next swallow would be lined with rocks.
And with a twist of a wrist the knife is flipped, dull side facing him, the tip of it scrapping against his throat when it's dragged down, then backtracking on it's trail. Jacaerys must lift his chin when the blade is pressed under it, tilting his head up to look up at the other.
A hand is raised to his throat, fingers prodding at his cardioid, the thin flesh dipping under them as they feel each mantra of blood thumping through veins. Bowing his head with a satisfied smirk, face so close to his they were practically suffocating in eachothers carbon, "your heart says otherwise."
Jacaerys just stares, like a wounded prey animal. Aegon must snicker at him when he takes the knife off his throat, the other huffing a relieved sigh. It's immediately sucked back in when the blade returns, but this time to his thigh. A coarse noise dousing the thick air when it's dragged against his pants, slowly inching itself to his crotch. When it reaches it's goal he traces the tip of it up the middle seam of his pants, the fabric and flesh underneath denting when he presses the flat side against him.
Jacaerys's hands scrape against the wall, slowly heaving through his nose, eyes fixated on the knife on him. Ribs tight where they jump under skin, wetting dry lips as he tries to melt himself into the wall.
The thick air is cleft in two when Aegon starts to mouth under his jaw, sighing as he raises a hand to tangle in the others shirt.
"'M not gonna hurt you," Aegon murmurs into the side of Jacaerys’s face, cupping his head and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Then resting his forearm above them, shading them from any intruding light. Jacaerys's eyes sqeeze shut, unconvinced of his coos.
His eyes fall back open, following when the metal is dragged up his middle, hot breath tickling his neck as it bumps along the metal studs on his belt, dragging it up until the hem of his silky shirt catches on it. His breath hitches when the tip of the blade scrapes against his happy trail, pulling his shirt up with it until he reaches his navel.
Aegon sucks a bruise under his jaw, the receptor too preoccupied with the knife pointed toward Jacaerys’s navel to pester him for leaving marks where people could see. Heat spreading through his core, with nerves or arousal, he couldn't tell. Such confusing times.
Aegon holds him, gangly knuckles digging into his stomach – knife pressed to his navel. He noses at his cheek in a silent ask, Aegon sighs into Jacaerys’s jaw then slides his lips to his, noses flattening as he roughly kisses him, sliding his hands down his hold his hips, roughly pulling them against his own.
Claws grip at his shirt collar, sharp metal glinting under the prosthetic light when it's pushed against his throat again. Jacaerys's hands whip up from their place on his hips, palms facing outward in surrender. Grunting when he is tugged from the wall, Aegon's expression unreadable, hints of satisfaction hidden under stern flatness, pushing him backwards until his ass dents from the table pushing into it. Hands gripping the edge of the wood in a vice lock to keep them from shaking.
His spit feels thick when it slides down his throat, breath sitting deep in his lungs in fear that even the slightest movement of his neck would offset the knife. Dick shamefully twitching in his pants when Aegon looms above him, not blinking, not moving, just staring, like he was worming his way right into his very fucking soul. Sweat sticks his hair to his face while he tries not to squirm under his gaze, attempting to hold it but quickly fails, eyes shifting anywhere but his face.
Aegon's face splits in a mocking grin, "whats wrong? Am I making you nervous?"
Jacaerys has the audacity to scoff, even at a time like this, "the fuck do you think?" He tended to get mouthy when he felt threatened. It wasn't his best trait by any means.
A sharp clack hits his ears before a burning sting pricks at his cheek, mouth agape in shock. "Don't get smart with me. Do you forget that I have a knife? I could kill you if I wanted." Aegon sneers, squishing Jace’s cheeks between tight fingers, his mouth making a kissy fish shape. Dick twitching and throat pushing out a hollow laugh when Jace sighs a whimper.
He'd looked so sweet, so scared, like he was just about ready to cry, it invokes an honest to god coo out of him.
"So cute like this." If not for the ringing that lingered, bouncing in his skull, then it was the blood rushing in his head that make Aegon's words barley audible.
Aegon takes the knife away, replacing it with a gentle hand, letting worry lightly seep through his stern facade, thumb stroking his jaw while he inspects his face. Gaze flicking to his eyes then kissing his cheek in a silent apology. Jacaerys turns his head to try and catch his lips, missing by a hair and kissing the corner of his mouth. Aegon's eyebrows lighten, faint smile pulling his lips, takeing pity on his other, opting to help him marring his lips against his.
Large hands cup his head, holding him tight against him, suffocating in eachother. Noses flattening, chapped lips sliding against smooth ones. Sucking Jacaerys's bottom lip into his mouth, soothing it with his tounge when he groans and turns his head when blood starts to pool to the surface.
Jacaerys feels more comfortable when Aegon sets the blade aside, melting into his touch when he drags his hands down his sides, hands dipping with the subtle curve of his waist. Aegon trails down from Jacaerys's face down to his belly, he presses a kiss on Jace's navel, where the knife has been a minute ago, he leaves kisses on his reddened navel as Jace's breathing is becoming more rapid.
Bodies weld together like water clashing in midair, Jacaerys's lips parted with a pant as he presses open mouthed kisses down his navel, belly, stopping to suck bruises, biting his belly when it's been too long since Jacaerys had last made a noise, blonde scruff scratchy against him.
Paws dig into the flesh of prey, holding the carcass down as it pulls flesh from bone. The weeps and cries of agony had soon faded, glinting sun hiding from sight. Bashing eyes away from mother's whims. Trees would gracefully dance in honor of sacrifice, screams of birds feeding the ears of danger.
Kisses trail their way down, licking into the hollow where neck meets the connecting of collarbones, hands grabbing any bit of soft flesh the can find, reigning terrors of bruising petals into his skin. Wrist catching on the hem of his shirt, pushing it up when he slides his palm up his chest, holding onto his shoulder when he reaches it to keep his torso exposed. The cold air nipping at his skin heightened embarrassment, slight heat pricking his cheeks.
Aegon distracts him with a kiss, subtly grabbing the neglected blade then in one quick move pulling away and points it at him. Lip quirking up when Jacaerys's breath hitches, hands tightening on the edge of the table. The metal is cold on his skin when it's brushed up his stomach, flinching when it's pressed against his navel again and then dragged around it.
His hands leave his body, one resting beside his thigh the other tapping the knife against his crotch, muttering a command for him to take his shirt off. Jacaerys's hands shaky when he obeys, pulling the back of his collar up and sliding the silk over his head, throwing it beside them, soft material unintentionally sliding off the table onto the floor. He wants to cover himself, never one to be shy about his body but Aegon's eyes burned holes into his skin, heat bubbling up his spine and reddening his cheeks. Lips pressing together when Aegon lets a hand run down his side, soft skin like silk between his fingers.
It's a familiar feeling, sharp metal against his neck, nerves bubbling in his stomach, but just because it's familiar doesn't mean it's comfortable. The hand feeling his dick above his pants provide a nice distractor though, parting his thighs subconsciously to give him more room to prod at, eyes fluttering shut and sticky lips parting with a sigh. He'd gone untouched for so uncomfortably long, it felt so nice to finally have the strain soothed, even if it was just by a smidge.
A hand slides up to blonde hair, fingers tangling in his curls, "Aegon-" he muffles a grunt when his nipples are twisted, fucker he thinks. "Aegon, c'mon," he sighs.
Aegon breaths into his cheek, voice low and smooth, "what do you want?"
Jacaerys has to hide his huff, he always does this. "Touch me, please." He's glad Aegon obliges without any more prodding, a rarity. Suspicious but he's cut from all thought when Aegon brushes his knuckles over his shaft, pleasntly sighing.
"Don't get too comfortable," Aegon grumbles, knife swiftly coming back up to his throat. The pressure on his throat has become oddly pleasant, he's sure he feels the exact opposite of what Aegon wants of him. His eyebrows curl when his hand wraps around him, metling into his touch when he starts to move. Holding him in a firm -- but not tight -- grip, big palm engulfing him, sharp eyes intently watching his face. He couldn't see it but he could feel it.
His eyes fall back open when the knife is taken from his neck, making a confused noise. Eyes widening in horror when Aegon moves the blade to his dick. Doing everything in his power to try not to squirm when the sharp end is tapped against the side of his shaft. He must look utterly stupid for the way Aegon laughs, "told you to not get too comfortable. You did this to yourself."
The dull end of the switchblade is run along the underside of his shaft, dragging it up until it reaches his head, Jacaerys couldn't deny that it felt nice, the cold metal a pleasnt contrast to the heat of his middle, but Aegon was absolutely unpredictable, and that made him nervous. Back rigid and white-knuckling the table, lips pressed tight, breath jaged in his lungs.
He has to remind himself to breathe when Aegon slowly drags it up the side of his head, fingers circling his base to hold him steady while he slides the blunt edge along his slit. Jacaerys must sigh at the feeling, but it doesn't help ease his thoughts of how a quick flip on the wrist and he could split him right in half. He assumes that's why Aegon did it, keep him weary and on his toes.
A thumb comes up to take place of the knife, rewarded a sweet moan when he starts rubbing along his slit. Aegon presses a kiss to his lips, sucking up his noises when he strokes his shaft. Pulling away from his lips so he could peer down at his hand, moving the knife to his base while continuing to jerk him.
"I could cut your dick off right now." Aegon jokes, laughing at how Jace looks up to him in absolute terror, like he thinks he's actually going to do it. "Don't look so scared, I was just joking," He says through a laugh. Jace has to clench his jaw to bite back a snarky comment.
Aegon apologies by kissing Jace’s forehead and taking the knife away, smiling into him when he feels Jace's body lighten, kissing the corner of his mouth when he sighs. A hand comes up to Aegon's hip, holding onto it as if he's trying to ground himself, the molten knot in his stomach tightening a little too much.
He tightens his grip in his shirt, thighs tightening when he notifys Aegon of his current state in a high sigh.
"Already? You're so sensitive," he teases, but pulls his hand away nonetheless, Jacaerys too pent up to argue with him. Groaning when he garners the darkening marks on his neck with his tounge and lips. Sensitive skin tingling so wonderfully, Jace's cock jolting with it, and again when Aegon gropes himself through his jeans and groans into his neck.
"Take me out of my pants," Aegon whispers, grabbing onto his soft waist.Jace nods eagerly, thumbs fumble with his belt, sighing when his neck is sucked on as he unzips his jeans.
Fingers twitch against his thighs, ruffled tartan rough against his palms. He looks up to him in a silent ask of permission, he is given it with a gentle go on and a hand brushing his hair from his face, cupping it after. Aegon smiles at him when Jace's lips press together he pulls his waistband down, heavy cock springing out.
Lips press against his, the hand on his jaw pulling his face to his, then running it down to hold onto his neck. Jace grunts when his lower lip is bitten and pulled on. Aegon's hand is so much bigger than his, he realizes, his hand practically engulfs his when he drags it to his cock. Aegon was just big in genral, his hand barely fitting around his dick when he's forced to grasp it, looming above him while he holds Jace's hand in his own, leering down at him while he makes him stroke him.
He pulls his hands off him, holding them in his own, tumbs rubbing at the raven's palms as he kisses him again. "Turn around and lay on the table," Aegon says, nothing was ever a plea with him, always a command. Aegon was his dictator, never would he disobey, never could he find the will to say no to him. And that's why when Aegon asked to put a knife to his throat while he fucked him he was met with no resistance, just a breathy sigh of compliance.
Aegon steps back a bit to allow his other room to slide off the table, Jace's heels clicking against the hardwood, he takes the opportunity to kick them off then slide his pants down the rest of the way. He realizes now how much of a contrast they have with eachother, so exposed compared to Aegon. He feels a wave of self-consciousness fall over his eyes hands coming to nervously entwine in front of him, shifting his eyes away.
His hands are pulled away, Aegon murmuring something about how pretty he is to help with his coyness, kissing him and pushing his hips against his, dicks mirroring their lips. "Turn." Aegon rasps between a kiss, sqeezing his waist.
Hands pull and prod at his ass before his stomach can even hit the table, his spine burning when Aegon runs his palm up it, pushing him flat against the table between his shoulder blades. His feet barely scrape the ground, resting his pink cheek on his palms while he lets Aegon paw at him. Like he was just some toy, a prey animal that gave up fighting.
He could feel his dick pushing against his ass, weeping tip sticky against him as he kneeds his cheeks and spreads him, he could hear his breath hitch when his hole winked from the pull.
Aegon thinks he is so sweet, murmuring loving coos of how well he's doing, and degrading spats of how much of a whore he sounds, beaming beside his ear, mouthing at his neck. Grinding his cock against the plush of his ass as he brushes his hair off his shoulder to press kisses to the bone. Jace’s groans and his hips sputter when Aegon spreads his fingers inside him, then slipping in another beside the two.
Rapidly picking up the pace when he feels Jace relax beneath him, his rim loosening with the crude intrusion. "Taking my fingers so well, think you can take a bit more? Want my cock in you?" Aegon pants, seeming just as impatient and hungry as the raven.
Jace's eyes sqeeze shut at his lewdness, rasping a whiny "yeah."
"Yeah? Say it." He seethes, harshly pushing down on his nerves again and again -- it made it hard to speak, or form any coherent thoughs at that. Jace tries, he tries so hard to speak, to obey his words but they fall of his tounge, he can't do much more than pant and whine, fucking himself back on his fingers.
"Poor thing, can't even talk can you? Crying like a bitch and I haven't even put my dick in you yet." Aegon laughs, mocking as it is dazing.
His head swoons when Aegon lifts off him and tugs at his rim, testing it. "Hmm, I think you might be good, yeah?"
Jace finds his voice again, raising his ass to him and sighing a yes.
"Yeah? You want it?"
"Yes, yeah. Fuck me," Jace sighs.
Aegon pokes his tip at his hole but doesn't push it in, resting his hands on his hips. He knows Jace knows what he wants to hear.
"Fuck me, Aegon, please, need it."
Aegon's lip curls up, mocking him, taunting him, "yeah? You need it?" Jace whines, frustrated as he is needy, "Aegon,"
"Fine, fine, alright." He laughs, deciding to stop teasing him -- as cute as his pleas were. He slicks up his length and sqeezes out a short line over his rim, rubbing it in as he strokes himself. "Aegon, c'mon," Jace sighs pathetically.
A hand grabs one of his thighs, pulling it up to rest on the table, blushy dick hanging off the edge, leaking precome onto the floor. Aegon always thought it was cute how he got wet like a girl.
Jace myst hold onto the edge of the table when Aegon pushes the head of his dick in, he was so thick it hurt. Streched so embarrassingly wide around him, Aegon has to hold him down by his neck and lower back to keep him from squirming. His little guts not meant to take something so big, tears starting to prick at his eyes as his rim slides up the thickest part of his shaft.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Aegon groans. It felt like he was vacuum sealed to his dick, pressing his dry lips together when Jace cries out a pained grunt. "You poor thing, is it too much?" Aegon asks in mock sympathy, grinning when Jace whines an mhm.
"Mm that's too bad," Aegon sighs, crossing his arms to hold onto his hip and push his back down as he thrusts as rest of the way in with one leisure thrust. Well, almost the rest of the way, his cock head was pushing up against the end of his rectum, right before it curves into intestine, but there was still a good two inches left out. It was wildly arousing.
Jace sobs, clawing at the table, leaving little marks no doubt. He felt so remarkably full his head swooned with it, so heavy it felt like it was going to fall off his neck and roll onto the floor. Aegon leans over him, gabbing onto his chin and janking it up, exposing his pale neck, nipping at it when Jace groans.
It's hard for Aegon to refrain from rutting into him but he holds off until his raven says it's okay for him to move. Even through their little games he would never dare to hurt him in such a way.
Jace moans a sob when Aegon starts to rock his hips, barely pulling out, he was practically just grinding against him. His shaft scrapping against his prostate with each little thrust, burried so deep he never wanted him to leave.
Jace is so lost in him, drowning in his aura he doesn't even notice one of Aegon's hands leaving him to grab the knife again. However, he does notice when it's pressed against his neck, a startled gasp leaving him, flinching back onto his cock.
"Jacaerys," Aegon drawls out tauntingly, enjoyment leaking though, grinning by his ear, "you cum before I do and I'll fucking kill you. Understand?" Heat pooled in his belly at his words, whimpering and clenching around him, Aegon must've felt it too for the way he laughs at him.
He doesn't know how Aegon expects him not to come -- his dick streching him so wide, pushing against his prostate with every thrust, the pressure of the knife against his neck that he's come to adore all so much, Aegon's deep throaty groans right beside his ear -- it was all so much, even now he could pitifully feel his stomach tightening, he was so pent up, so ready, so needy. Aegon had to have known what he was doing to him for fucks sake.
"Uhn, Aegon, please I can't--"
His face curls up when Aegon presses the knife harder into him, thrusting into him harder, deeper, seething: "I'll fucking kill you if you cum now, don't you fucking dare." Laughing when Jace moans, hacking up to spit a thick glob of saliva onto his face. Jace grimaces when he feels it run down his cheek, but he can't deny the way his cock jolts with it, to be degraded to such a point, christ it was so wildly arousing.
He arches his back in time with Aegon's hand when he runs it down him, fingers dipping with the dimples on his lower back that he thinks are so cute, finding settlement on his waist. Grip bruising as he fucks into him with such animalistic innent, coughing up sobs and moans in time with his thrusts. His eyes widen when he feels the snap of the knot in his belly, pushing his ass up into him and crying out.
Aegon rips himself off of him, taking a step back to watch his other lift his hips off of the table, thighs shaking and hole winking. Back arching so obscenely and cock pulsating as he shoots thick wads of the cum on the floor, whining at the emptyness he feels without Aegon inside him.
"You're gonna regret that," he hears Aegon spit behind him.
He already does.
He sobs when Aegon sheaths himself back in him in one go, yanking his hips off the table and pounding into him so hard the table scrapes against the floor.
Aegon's head lolls back, keeping his eyes fixated where they're connected. He had such a wonderful sight, his others rim painfully streched around him, reddening with use, Jace clawing at the table, kicking his feet as they hung in the air.
Jacaerys felt so used, so throughly fucked, he couldn't even make noise anymore, just whiny pants as his insides are mercilessly overstimulated and abused. Being manhandled to such an extent made his head swoon atrociously, he couldn't even do anything but just take it. Groaning when he is pushed back onto the table, crying out when his head is yanked back by his hair, whining when the knife is put back to his throat.
"Beg for your life. Beg for me not to kill you." Aegon coos beside his ear, his tone so sweet in contrast to his harsh words he almost couldn't believe it.
"'M sorry-- uhn, fuck-- I'm sorry, please don't kill me. I-- ah fuck, I didn't mean to cum before you, I didn't mean it, please, please don't kill me," he slurs, whining, head to heavy to form coherent sentences. He feels Aegon’s cock pulse inside him. Sick fuck.
He could feel his breath on his neck when he laughs through a moan, "so sweet."
His pleads seem to please him enough though, as he pulls the blade from his throat and stabs it into the wood of the table. Jace gasps, startled at the sudden noise, jolting back away from it -- and in turn, pushing himself deeper onto Aegon's cock, taking him to the hilt. His eyebrows raise and his body shudders, he'd never had something so deep before, he could feel him bumping against his belly.
Aegon groans, curling an arm around his throat and another under his others arm. Holding him tight as he comes deep inside him, body shaking with it. Panting a curse when Jace follows, adding more to the puddle under the table. Aegon's eyes roll back when he feels his insides flutter around him, his back arching to try and take him deeper, shuddering when Aegon pulls out and presses lazy kisses to his shoulders.
"You did so good my raven. Thank you." He sighs after a while.
"Raven?" Jace slurs, smiling.
Aegon hums.
"I like that."
Aegon kisses Jace on the forehead.
The moon glares down at them through a thicket of trees.