#badapples

Jace being nervous about Baela and his’ first night together. Not when they’re married but before because Nyra's children are all sluts. He steals one of Ysilla’s “bad books”, a Westerosi version of the Kama Sutra. He pages through it all, making mental notes and growing hot at the descriptions he reads. 

Ysilla sneaks in, knowing he stole one of her books, but only thinking he did to get back at her for something silly. She catches him in the middle of jerking off, in a chair facing his hearth. When Ysilla realizes Jace is trying to become a bit more educated in the bedroom and not just being a gross boy, Ysilla creeps up behind him before sliding her hands down his shoulders and over his chest. Jace jolts, but Ysilla whispers for him to keep going. She undoes each button on his tunic, one-by-one, tracing her nails down his chest after each of them. She whispers dirty things in his ear- how he should pump himself a bit slower and relish in the burn, how he should lavish Baela’s tits with his mouth before jumping under her skirts, how he won’t disappoint her with how big he is. 

“Where have you been hiding that, Jace?” Ysilla breathes against his ear, a rebellious moan dragging out her words in a low vibration. Jace’s hips fuck up into his hand, his head falling back further into her neck. Ysilla giggles at his reaction. 

“You’re hung like a horse, baby brother. You must stretch out those serving girl’s cunts so well, they walk bowlegged for daysssss.” She drags her nails, claw-like and sharp, over the buds of his nipples and Jace lets loose a high-pitched moan. 

“Silli,” his nickname for her causes her heart to flutter, “please help me.” 

Ysilla presses a kiss to the start of his jaw and she dares to dip her hands lower on his torso. She’s spreading his shirt open further, now barely clinging to his biceps. Her hands round the dip of his waist, fingertips drumming a low droll along his abdomen, just brushing the start of the coarse hair there. 

Jace is now losing his shit, trying not to rocket cum up his chest. He wants to be good for Ysilla, wants to impress his big sister, all thoughts of his beautiful betrothed long gone from his mind. 

Ysilla’s breath is hot against his ear, and it rolls down his chest like a wave. She smells of plums and sweet grass and Jace is drunk off the scent. He wants to see her, see her eyes darken as she watches him stroke himself (stroke himself for her, to the thought of spreading her thick thighs and crawling home between them, baring her wet cunt to him and inviting himself in to see what she feels like.) He whines higher in his throat, tipping his head further back, making small gasps into her hair. Ysilla's hands are on his thighs, bent over the back of the chair just so that her tits are pillowing his head. Jace fights the urge to turn and bury his tongue in her cleavage. She’s stroking the soft dark hair along his thighs, nails digging in and marking him with deep red scratches every so often, just to remind him who's in charge. 

“Jacaerys…” Ysilla tugs on his earlobe with her teeth, before snaking her tongue around it. 

“Yes Silli?” His voice sounds so sweet, so eager to please. She smiles into his cheek. 

“I’m going to touch you know, okay?” His hips lift in anticipation, his lip caught between his teeth to keep from begging. “And if you cum before I allow you to, I’m going to be very upset okay, sweet boy? Do you hear me?” Ysilla’s fingers dance closer to his groin. Her blood is roaring in her ears. Her cunt is on fire under her dress and Ysilla lets a dark thought come unbidden in her head- of swinging her leg over Jace’s lap, lining his bobbing cock up with her hole, and sliding down until every thick inch splits her open. He would fill her up so good, so right, that she wouldn’t be able to think straight as he fucked her brainless. 

But this isn’t about her- this is about Jace learning some control and it won’t do him much good if Ysilla loses her own and focuses on chasing her own pleasure. Ysilla brushes her lips over the swell of Jace’s cheek, before finally wrapping her hand around his cock. Jace keens, thighs falling open and nails burrowing into the arm of the chair. All bravado and ego is thrown out the window, and suddenly, he’s every ounce a green boy who’s getting his prick touched for the first time by a hand that’s not his own.