oh— you shouldn’t do that.
now it will burn you when you drink wine.
let me see.
gave him a moist look from behind his eyelashes, before leaning in again and biting his lips temptingly.
thin lips are captured by gareth, who simply tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, making it bleed a little more and drinking the scarlet stream as if it were a smooth summer wine ———.
feels aemond’s hands grip strategic points on his body that make him tremble, pulling him closer ———.
if i don’t come back, come and find me.
——— he’s just being contrary; knows he will return. something inside him stirs when he’s away from the prince, as if his organs were rotting.
the muscles ripple beneath the leather jacket, something he might continue to appreciate were it not for the prince forcing him to look at him ———.
i should stay there so you can learn an important lesson.
——— running his fingers up his neck,
——— he moaned aggressively against her lips as the metallic taste flooded his mouth in a fierce caress.
felt the corners of his own mouth smeared with that blessed, thick liquid, but he really didn’t care.
having to press his hands against aemond’s chest, for a few seconds his eyes notice how
