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He welcome this closeness but does also find it somewhat startling, you save physical contact with him for behind closed doors. Occasionally he could steal a small kiss in passing during the day and you permitted his hand on your back while at a gathering. But nuzzling your face into his chest in the middle of a populated passageway? You’d die of shame if he had done the same to you!

“I see,” his hand settled on the back of your head and he gently stroked through your unbound hair. “My little wife has enjoyed far too much of the red.” The warmth of his voice cloaked over you and it just made you shuffle in closer.

“No, I feel quite normal.” A lie. One sniffled out when Baelor lofted your chin so he could peer into your eyes. They were heavy, glossy and somewhat unfocused. He stroked your cheek after his assessment was complete and glanced around before stooping down and winding his arm under the shelf of your bum and hauling you up so he could take you back to you chambers.

“Put me down!” You demanded playfully once the bedchambers door was shut. Saving your silly outbursts until it would be muffled behind closed doors.

“Very well.” He dropped you forward onto the bed and smirked at how you bounced against the soft surface.

You were smiling and wiggling in bed to get yourself upright and fix the various layers of your gown. The dornish style suited you well, or that is what Baelor claimed when he first saw you in the clothes. He said they swallowed you up less and he liked that he could see more of you. A sliver of your collar and a little glimpse of your side. Perhaps he would keep you here in the amber silk, hair undone and full of wine. You seemed so unbound here.

Unrestrained.

“Baelor,” his brow raised, still stood at the side of the bed as you shifted up on to your knees and maneuvered closer to him. “Lay down?” You request it so sweetly.

“lay?” He was teasing you now. He knew exactly what you were requesting of him, it had become somewhat of a habit between the two of you. “I do not know if that is smart. You may consume me entirely tonight with the state you are in.” He taunts.

“lay…down.” You attempt to sound stern. Which just endears him more to you. It was sweet. “Undressed to…please.” Baelor leans forward while he is unbuttoning the tunic and he kissed your lips. Tasting the wine on them and licks into your mouth a bit. Which makes you smile and you have to give into the weight of his kisses and let him lean over you and flatten you back against the bed.

You let out one disgruntled whine and his hands, that had found your sides squeezed. “I know…I just wanted to kiss you for a moment.” He breathed before letting you up and settling down in the middle of the bed against the headboard as he shucked the clothes on his lower half off.

He’d told you there was no shame between you two, that he was your husband and his body was yours to explore, to conquer. He had not thought that you would be so drawn to that exploration this deep into your marriage but he would not complain because he enjoyed watching your eyes glitter with fascination, and he got a great deal of satisfaction from your touch.

He should have known you’d be more emboldened today. The kiss in the hall had been his warning.

”mmm,” you were leaned against his side, head on his stomach and you held one of his hands up over your face. Tenderly kissing each digit and licking at his salty palm. You were going to make some remark “so…” but lost the thought when you trailed his fingers across your lips and started to suck on two of them.

“so sweet.” He finished it for you. So warm. So wet. So small. He could have said any of those things as you sucked his fingers deeper into your mouth, the back of your tongue like a sponge under them.

He was using all of his restraint, he was a man of his word, you could do as you pleased, he’d not push anything upon you. You wouldn’t feel so comfortable touching him if you did not have faith in baelors ability to restrain his cravings for you.

He could control what he did but his cock was another story. He went hard the moment your little mouth opened up. The second your pink tongue darted across the pads of his fingers. He saw the moment you got distracted by it. Your hand dropping from his and your head turned south so quickly that his fingers were pulled from your lips.

“your hard.”

“I am,” he brushed your hair back tenderly with his fingers that were dripping with spit. “You know I cannot help but grow stiff when you do this.” He bent to kiss your shoulder and he almost missed because you were rolling back to your knees and leaning yourself over his pelvis.

“so very veiny.” You trailed the lines with your fingers first and barely heard his grunts because you were just fascinated with his cock, how it twitched if your touch neared the tip of the manner in which his heavy stones jumped seemingly with a mind of their own.

Baelor left his hand in your hair, no pushing or guiding, just stroking the stands.

“darling- I’m quite worked up I will warm you-gods!” He groaned when mid sentence time tongue licked at the slit atop his tip. It tasted salty and you found you enjoyed the flavor, so you flicked your tongue again.

This felt even nicer than his fingers in your mouth. It was warmer, bigger and you could feel his pulse here.

“Darling girl,” he exhaled deeply “you need not do this.” He assured. Perhaps you had seen something or heard something about this act? He enjoyed it deeply, had with Jena and he’d be lying if he did not admit that he had wanted this from you for some time. But he also did not wish to pervert your mind, your innocent sensibilities.

“I’m not ashamed of this.” You said coming up, spit connecting you to his length and he had to close his eyes at the sight of it. Lewd thoughts filling his mind. “I can touch you here…” hand coming up to stroke him as he nodded and you smiled innocently up at him. “Then I wish to do the same with my mouth.”

You were drunk, gods he knew you were drunk. But he could not deny you. Especially not when you were making the request so directly.

“Very well,” his fingers dragged soothingly against your scalp. “Go on.” He swallowed and leaned back, easing into the pillows as you ducked down down and began to explore every inch of his cock with your tongue and lips.

To him, you looked like the greatest adventure in all of the seven kingdoms. Smiling brightly as you licked around the flare of his tip, or pecked down the tight line on the underside of his shaft. Eyes going wide and dark when you kissed his stone…and he had to look up at the ceiling when he felt your warm mouth draw one in and then the other.

He would ensure there were plently of barrels of Dornish red brought back to kings landings when they departed.

“can your seed go here?” You poped up, lips swollen from streching and he nodded, almost painfully because the thought of your swallowing his spend made him dizzy.

“yes…but you do not need to put it in your mouth. It will be a lot and warm…you may not like it.”

“i will.” You smile before bending over and sucked him into your warm mouth. Hands gripping at the hair on his stomach to brace yourself.

“oh my sweet thing…” he moaned because you were just taking him halfway into your mouth, cheeks full and tongue swirling around as much as it could. No bobbing or pushing him down your throat….you knew not of those things.

He did not need you to, he wouldn’t suggesting you push yourself more…truly this was farther than he ever thought you might go. You’ve come so far from being his blushing bride.

Your eyes flickered up at his and you moaned feeling him throb in your mouth. You liked sucking gently at him. Tasting him. Warming him between tint lips. You could probably just lay your head on his tight and keep him against your lips for hours…perhaps you would? Just as that thought passed through your mind Baelors hand in your hair cupped behind your ear and he grunted loudly. His hips raised just a little bit and you felt them sputter back right away. Resigning himself in. His wanton noises distracted you for a second and so you only realized he had reached his peak when some of his seed shot down the back of your throat. It tastes good, you actually enjoyed it but the suddenness and thickness of the substance startled you and you pulled back his seed spraying on your jaw and then down on his own belly as you coughed.

“I’m sorry!” You coughed again and moved your hands to try and wipe up the mess.

Baelor was in the waves of his release still but hearing you cough and pull back had his fighting through the content limpness that took over his body and he grabbed you quickly patting at your back and hiding you in his neck.

“hush, that was so good.” He kissed your shoulder not caring that he was smearing the mess he made of your jaw around his on skin. “It’s okay.” He hummed in your ear. “That was so excellent wife.” He promised you. “Tomorrow you can lick it while I’m soft and I’ll not make such a mess so quickly. Do you wish for that?” He cupped your cheek.

“yes…” you held to his shoulders and then shyly whispered in his ear. “But, perhaps I could suck on it again now?”