i've spend all week thinking vampire!aemond thoughts and,
the soft, secret skin of luke's inner thighs being aemond's favorite spot to lick and suck and kiss and bite
aemond's bite carrying the kind of venom that makes luke cum on the spot, his orgasm hitting so hard it's almost blinding, aready leaving him shaking and breathless and on the verge of tears the fist time but,
aemond never stop there. aemond's insatiable. never stops until he's turned luke into a sobbing, squirming mess, hot cum pooling on his navel, dripping down his groin, so appetizingly sweet, ready for aemond to feast
and it feels on the verge of unbearable to luke sometimes, aemond making him cum three, four times like this then leaning in to lap at his untouched, yet impossibly overstimulated cock, taking him into his mouth, moaning as he sucks him as if he’s never tasted anything as delicious as luke's still weeping cock, making him want to cum again even if he's sure he fucking can't but,
this, right at this point where the rough edges of the world are starting to fade into some kind of delirium, it's aemond's favorite moment to fuck him. scoop some of the still hot cum from his belly, use it to finger him open. one finger then two, then luke is begging him for more in between ragged sobs, hips thrusting helplessly into aemond's greedy mouth and,
gods, aemond fucking provides, all cocky smirk and infuriating satisfaction at how desperate luke is for it, moaning into aemond's mouth when aemond bottoms up and finally fucks him. hard and fast and deep. just like luke wants it. like luke needs it. whispering 'no, taoba. i wanna fuck it out of you this time' when luke begs him to bite him because he just can't but,
it's then when aemond feeds him his blood. just a little nip at his own tongue and then aemond's kissing him sugary sweet and rough and metallic and, it's a different kind of heat, like burning inside out, like being consumed by fire, and luke cums with a cry, sucking at aemond's tongue with ravenous hunger,
he feels aemond's curling around him, sweet little kisses on the still rabbiting pulse of his carotid. aemond doesn't pull out, he never does, and luke never asks him to, wants to sleep like this, feeling safe and loved and full. feeling his.
the last thing he hears before falling into the loving arms of sleep is aemond's voice in his ear, the last thing he feels is the soft brush of his now warm lips, 'i've never seen anything as beautiful as the way you fall apart for me, taoba. i wanna give you the immortal kiss, make you mine forever'
and there was a time, when this thing between them began that luke told him he'd never let aemond turn him but— now he knows he will, he will.
