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It slipped out recklessly, without meaning from drunken lips that hadn't even realised just what they had done. "I mean how could he not be insane?" A hiccupping giggle came from Daeron, head resting heavily against his palm as he tilted his cup back, letting the last of his wine quench the inescapable thirst. "Father will never let him actually marry. He can be a Prince of something, I'm sure, but -" Whatever he had been about to say made Daeron snort before a look of pity crossed his face. "Well, he'll never have heirs. Be the talk of whatever place he goes as the prince who could not even bring a bastard into the world."
A thousand different thoughts ran through Valarr's mind. First and foremost; what the hell could his cousin possibly mean?
Aerion was as unfavourable as he was beautiful. So pretty it could steal your breath with perfect lips and eyes that burned your skin. Words that lashed so hard it made most people recoil in horror. Hands that had no qualms with destroying what they could should the prince decide it deserved so. But even so, surely there would be someone willing to marry, even if just for the status?
Nor did his cousin seem the type to suffer from an inability to rise to the occasion. If anything, wine worsened such afflictions; perhaps Daeron was pitting his own troubles onto his brother when he was not around to defend himself.
"Surely he would not have so much trouble finding a wife?"
An airy laugh slipped from his cousin, waving his hand as if the thought was too much. Too amusing. "Unless he finds lord willing to sully his name by marrying another man, then no, I do not think he will find one."
That was how Aerion found them, walking into the small hall with his head held high. Seating himself at the table as he stared at the cup in his brother's hand with distaste, sniffing as he looked away. "What were you two talking about?"
Daeron, seeming to know better, made a soft sound as he whirled his cup in the air. Aerion rolled his eyes, letting them land on Valarr with high expectations.
"We were just discussing marriages," he offered. And for the first time, he noticed the change. The slightest tensing of muscles, the careful mask slipped over Aerion's face that hid every thought from view. The way his body relaxed by force, as if the words hadn't struck something hidden deep within him.
"Hm. Quite boring then. Is this all there is to look forward to when I reach your age? Drinking and sitting around chatting about women?"
"Not a concern of yours, is it?" Daeron sighed out, straightening the moment after it came out. Valarr moved at the same time as Aerion; a hand went to the dagger at his side, and Valarr ripped it free before it could be thrown. And Daeron stared at Aerion with wide eyes, filled with regret.
What had he meant?
Instead of a dagger, a cup was grabbed as Aerion stood, thrown with perfect aim at Daeron who raised his arms far too slow to block it. "Watch yourself, brother. Perhaps you might end up worse than me."
Aerion stormed from the table, and Valarr watched it all unfold with even more confusion than before. "What was that about?"
"Nothing." Daeron stood, legs unsteady beneath him. All of the amusement had faded, looking more as if he were trying not to get sick. "Put it from your mind, cousin. I'm simply a drunk that rambles nonsense, you should know this." He stumbled away, and Valarr frowned down at the blade in his hand, wondering just what it was that he was missing.
He stayed at the table a while longer, staring at the blade and wondering if he should return it to Aerion or wait. He had been angry; it would probably be better to let him settle before giving him a weapon. However Aerion would have access to more than one blade. This one would not make a difference, truly.
And Valarr was curious.
Finding himself in front of Aerion's door in the royal apartments, he knocked lightly with no response. With a sigh, he opened the door. It would be easier to simply leave it on his bed, that way he wouldn't have to deal with whatever snide comments would surely come whenever Valarr found him. At least the doors remained well oiled, no sound coming from it as it swung open.
There was a sound of a body sliding against a tub, and then Valarr noted the scent. Steam and oils infusing the air, eyes immediately falling on the bath that Aerion was in, slid down until his chin was in the water. Wide eyes were trained on him, and for the first time, there was a flicker of fear beside the anger that always seemed to fill his cousin.
"Get. Out."
"I was just coming to give you back your blade," Valarr offered, and Aerion's eyes narrowed. Dropping to the blade held out in his hand, back to Valarr's face, then to the blade. He jerked his head towards the small table that rested closer to the door.
"Leave it there. Then go."
Valarr peered over at him as he set the blade down, and Aerion rose in the tub. Enough that his back left the water, half curled forward as if to block himself. Water dripped over firm muscle, built from years spent in the fields training. Faint scars littered pale skin, almost silver with the soft light of the room. Curiosity trickled through him again, trying to see what Aerion had been hiding; surely there was something that was there that Aerion felt so defensive of.
Perhaps the size was the issue?
The moment Aerion saw his eyes searching, one of the bottles of scented oil was in hand and then thrown with terrifying aim. Valarr just barely managed to duck out of its path.
"Gods, I was going to leave. There is no need -"
"Leave."
With a sigh, Valarr quickly stepped out of the room, uninterested in having another bottle thrown at him.
**
Valarr found himself watching Aerion more often than not when the chance was granted. In the fields, watching him swing his sword against one of the knights, the strength behind each blow just as staggering as he remembered it to be. The way servants bowed their heads on his approach, scurrying to do as he bid the moment a demand left his lips. Watching the way his eyes travelled over others; was it perhaps that Aerion simply preferred men? He looked for signs of it, of Aerion looking more towards the men that came and went rather than the ladies.
Instead, he found his cousin barely looked at either unless it was to glare at them in contempt.
He was walking down the hall of the apartments, lost in thought over it all once again, when something shoved at his side. An arm pressed hard against his throat, pinning him to the wall, and then he caught a glimpse of violet eyes and silver hair.
"What are you -"
"Why are you so interested in me now?"
"I don't -"
Aerion dragged him forward just enough to crash his back against the wall again, air rushing from his lungs. His hand raised, shoving at Aerion's stomach as his cousin tried to keep him pinned. "I don't know what Daeron told you," he hissed at Valarr as a fist connected with his side, "but whatever interest you have, drop it." Valarr groaned at the pain that sparked through his ribs, finally shoving hard enough to send Aerion stumbling backwards.
Another fist was already aiming for him, just missing as Valarr tried to keep Aerion's hands down. Away from his face, away from his ribs. Scuffling against one another until Aerion's boot managed to connect with his thigh, dragging them both down as it gave out.
Aerion tried to scramble out from underneath him, and Valarr followed. Trying to keep him simply pinned so he couldn't throw any more hits until he had calmed down.
It happened fast; a hand slipped free, Valarr tried to raise himself up, drag himself forward to pin it back. His thigh pressed in between Aerion's own, and a gasp slipped from the mouth below him. Jolting up at the touch, eyes wide and cheeks suddenly leaking red before Aerion fought even harder. The hand he had been trying to control went wide, curling into a fist just before it cracked against Valarr's jaw.
Forcing himself to try and at least get away from the hits, he kicked at Aerion's legs as they broke apart. Aerion's chest was heaving, cheeks still red and wide eyes still trained on him. And then his cousin stood, turning and leaving the hallway just as fast as he had come.
What the hell was his issue?
**
After that, Valarr tried to apologise. It was the proper thing to do. The honourable thing. Even if he still wasn't quite sure why it needed to be done in the first place. Yet Aerion managed to avoid him for two full days. No meals shared. No trace of him found in the fields or the gardens or the courtyards. No guards able to tell him where he might find his cousin.
His heart beat quickly as he made his way down the stone hall of the apartments once the sun had set. Most people retired to bed, hoping that meant his cousin would have at least done the same. He thought over his words, practiced them as he had paced his room. He would apologise. For making him uncomfortable. For making him feel like he was being watched. Valarr hadn't meant to. Aerion had simply always caught his eye; he was loud and abrasive and pretty and insolent. He attracted attention everywhere he went.
Raising his hand to knock, a sound slipped through the door, making him pause. Followed by another, deeper one that had Valarr's breath catching in his throat.
He should leave. He knew this.
Another sound, this one much more frustrated.
His hand raised slowly, opening the door and thanking the gods for servants that knew to oil hinges. Peering through the crack in the door until he found Aerion, letting out a shaky breath at the sight. His clothes had been shed, kneeling on his bed and grinding down onto the pillow resting between his legs. His head was thrown back, brows furrowed together and a look of annoyance crossing his face, even as his hips worked faster, sounding more and more frustrated as he went.
Aerion cursed, breathless as he leaned forward to prop himself up by his elbow. His other arm snaked down, pressing between his legs, and Valarr watched in a stunned silence. Itching to press the door open a little further, to sneak himself in to see just what his cousin was doing.
He should leave.
Aerion was practically begging for help.
When he stepped inside, Aerion jolted upwards. Scrambling back across his bed, blankets thrown over him in haste. Venom dripped through his words, yet it didn't quite match the flush over his face or the sudden fear in his eyes. "So the young prince is a secret pervert? Do you get off on watching everyone or is it just me that's earned the specialty?"
"I just came to apologise." The words seemed to fall flat, and silence filled the air instead of an answer.
Finally, Aerion's face turned bored. "Your apology will be accepted if you leave. Now."
Valarr found he didn't quite want to leave just yet. Eyes tracking over Aerion's chest and the way it still rose and fell with short breaths. Skin still glistening with sweat from before he had been interrupted.
He should leave.
"You sounded frustrated, cousin. Did you need help with anything?"
The scowl that crossed Aerion's face was fierce, yet the danger of it all sent a thrill down Valarr's spine. His cousin was always even prettier when he was angry. When he grew so frustrated he seemed to turn half feral.
"If you are looking for someone to bend you over, then you are at the wrong door."
With a raise of his brow, Valarr shrugged. "I am not looking for anything. I am simply offering a hand." His eyes dropped towards the pillow that Aerion had been rutting himself against, and then Valarr's eyes found his again. "Or a mouth. Whichever you prefer."
For a moment, Valarr was sure that he would be sent away. Chased out of the room with curses and whatever object Aerion could reach to throw at him. Instead, the scowl eased. Not entirely gone, but just enough that Valarr began to have hope. Stepping closer as if that was invitation enough, and only pausing when Aerion bunched the blankets around himself tighter.
"And I should let you, why? What's to stop you from running off and telling whoever will listen what you've done?"
"My father might kill me if he knew I was here." Valarr paused, then smiled. "Your father would kill me, I'm sure."
That finally made a lazy smirk spread across Aerion's face. "Yes, he would." He was quiet for a moment, and then motioned towards the bed. "Lay down." Stepping forward, Valarr's fingers fumbled with his belt, and Aerion clicked his tongue. "I did not say undress. I said lie down."
Valarr lay back on the bed, watching Aerion curiously as he reached for something across the bed. Coming back with the breeches he had worn that day, pressing them over Valarr's eyes and shushing him the moment he tried to protest. "You may leave," Aerion offered, and Valarr fell silent. Letting him press the fabric over his eyes and blocking him from seeing, forced to guess where Aerion was by the way the bed shifted around him.
A trickle of nervousness crept through him; he knew his cousin. Knew that there was a chance this would end in some prank that would leave Valarr red faced and hurrying from the room. The alternative, however, was worth the risk. Curious to figure out what Daeron had meant. Curious of what Aerion might do. How he might taste.
"Stick your tongue out."
The bed shifted around him, dipping beneath his head. Aerion's shins rested against his arms, barely pinned in place yet obvious enough that it was what he wanted for now, knees pressing down on either side of his head. Letting the air fall from his lungs, Valarr opened his mouth, tongue pressing out just past his lip and for a moment, nothing happened. He could hear the way Aerion's breath shook as he let it out, curious fingers suddenly sliding into Valarr's mouth and searching over his tongue, surprisingly gentle.
Then his cousin's fingers disappeared, and again, nothing happened. The bed shifted, and Valarr could feel the warmth of Aerion's body where it hovered over his face, tilting his jaw up in an effort to finally make contact, for any hint of what his cousin might do next.
The first press was so faint, Valarr wasn't sure if he should move. Something firm - smaller than he would have ever expected - and wet, slid against his tongue next. Above him, Aerion seemed to choke trying to keep any noise from slipping out. Sliding himself back, just a little, before pressing back in.
"Suck," Aerion demanded quietly, and Valarr closed his mouth around him. The moment he did, Aerion shuddered, the muscles in his thighs shaking as his hips rolled, weight settling further against Valarr. Wetness seemed to drip from his cousin, covering Valarr's chin, and he flattened his tongue, groaning as he licked in even though he knew that there should not be a place for his tongue to go - that he should be more concerned about the parts that seemed to be lacking the more he searched with his mouth.
His lips closed around Aerion again, tongue flicking over the tip of the length in his mouth now, and Aerion hissed, rocking himself more confidently. A hand slipped under the fabric still covering his eyes, brushing over his cheek before Aerion's fingers sank into his hair and tightened. Valarr grinned; he knew his cousin was trying to maintain that he had all of the control, yet each rock of his hips seemed to make it slip more and more into Valarr's palm. Waiting until he heard his cousin's breaths falling faster to move his hands, only letting them come to rest against Aerion's hips.
Just as expected, Aerion's movements stuttered then continued. "Hands to yourself," he huffed out, and Valarr groaned at how rough his voice sounded.
Keeping his hands where Aerion had left them, Valarr pressed his tongue back again, lapping at the wetness that was still dripping from his cousin. Flooding his tongue with the taste of him, of whatever his body was giving and drinking it down like a man left deserted. Above him, Aerion's curse slipped out under his breath, followed by a muffled groan as if he had covered his mouth.
Valarr wanted to see. The thought of Aerion seated on his face, fucking himself against his mouth had Valarr aching against his breeches, dropping one of his hands for the briefest of moments to fumble with the tie until it loosened, yet it was barely enough to dull the pressure. Even still, he brought his hand back up, fingers digging into the muscle of Aerion's thighs to pull him closer. Lapping at him eagerly as he tried to convince himself that what he had gotten so far was enough.
His fingers itched to explore though, to make up for what his eyes lacked. Moving them slowly over Aerion's skin as he waited to hear his cousin's voice demand he stop. It never came though, and when Valarr's hand crept past his backside, Aerion sucked in a breath. Then he leaned forward.
Permission.
Inching closer and closer to his mouth, Valarr's breath fell hot against Aerion. Sliding against slick skin, cautious with every movement as he tried to map his cousin's body blind. His finger joined his tongue when it pressed into the opening he could feel, and Aerion's body went taut, muscles tensing as he held himself still. Instead of pressing in further, Valarr circled around the area. Over and over, his lips latching back around the part that Aerion had told him to suck.
Only when he felt Aerion finally move again, rolling his hips with forced deliberation did he let his finger sink in. Groaning at the way Aerion's thighs shook beside Valarr's ears only for his hips to press down further, demanding more even without words. And he indulged him, a second finger dragging through the wetness, against his tongue to gather spit before he pressed it in alongside the first.
"Gods," Aerion groaned out, his hand tightening in Valarr's hair. His hips rocked sharper, and Valarr hollowed his cheeks, letting Aerion take what he needed as more breathless sounds slipped out that he knew his cousin would hate to acknowledge. Then an amused laugh followed, aiming for condescension and failing miserably. "How do I taste cousin? Is it everything you've dreamed of?"
Instead of answering, Valarr reaching past Aerion's thigh with the hand that had stayed resting there, tugging the fabric away from his eyes. Aerion's eyes met his own, violet on amethyst and brown, and he watched as they widened in shock, pupils taking over most of his cousin's iris' before his head fell back. Rutting even faster into Valarr's mouth, a strangled, choked off moan freeing itself from Aerion's chest when Valarr spread and then curled his fingers.
He could feel the tension. The flutter and pulse of Aerion's body around him. The heat that engulfed his fingers and warmed his face, wetness dripping down his fingers now.
And then Aerion sucked in a breath. Glancing up, Valarr caught sight of his face for a brief moment; brows drawn tight together, mouth parting even in silence. He felt it in his mouth and his fingers at the same time, the sudden tightness that squeezed around him, the faint pulse of Aerion inside of his mouth. Flooding his tongue with even more of something purely Aerion that he eagerly lapped up, moaning against his cousin and smiling against him when he made Aerion shudder and nearly fall forward. His hips still moved, slower now, and then Valarr went to suck at him once more.
This time, Aerion jolted, pulling himself free with a hiss and a sharp yank against Valarr's hair. Even now, Aerion's breaths were laboured, cheeks flushed red as he seemed to stare at Valarr in surprise. His hand was brought forward, dragging his fingers over Valarr's chin through the mess he had made, and Valarr let his mouth open again. Just enough that Aerion would know what he wanted, pleased when Aerion's finger slid against his tongue to give him another taste.
"If I hear one word of this breathed to another living soul I shall -"
"Kill me, yes I'm sure." Valarr used the moment to flip them suddenly, Aerion's thighs kept resting against his shoulders as he leaned in to press a kiss against his cousin. Using the moment to study what he could before he glanced back up; a small length, barely more than two inches, sitting swollen and erect above a glistening hole. Different from anything he had seen before.
He would spend hours learning his cousin's body if he could.
Aerion watched him with guarded eyes, still blown wide and growing more still at the kiss he had just received. "I've not quite finished with you yet," Valarr murmured against him.
Sitting up onto his knees, Valarr finished loosening the lace of his breeches, shuddering at the sudden rush of relief that came with it. Aching against his palm as he forced himself to take measured breaths before he slid forward. Aerion did not stop him, worrying his lip between his teeth yet letting his thighs stay parted, only making a sound when Valarr finally pressed against him.
The tip of his cock slid against the side of Aerion's, silken heat greeting him in waves when he rocked their bodies together. Guiding it down, into the wetness below before it slid back up, watching the way Aerion's head smacked back against his pillows and his hips canted up, searching for more pressure. Over and over, guiding himself down every few strokes just to press against his hole and gather more of the wetness that came from his body.
Finally, Aerion growled. leaning in to grab at Valarr's hair, pressing their faces close together after another near moment of Valarr pressing in before gliding back up against Aerion's length. "Just do it already," he groaned as he bit at Valarr's lips, trying to drag him closer. Forwards. In.
"Do what?" Another pass, and Valarr could feel the twitch of Aerion's length against his own, the faint jump when he pressed themselves together. It was amusing, in its own way, to see his cousin demanding something like that from him.
Then Aerion leaned backwards, cocking a brow lazily before he settled against his pillows, body spread beneath Valarr's on full display now. "I want you to fuck me."
It had been amusing; it had felt like Valarr had control over his cousin. All of it disappeared with the words, a soft, desperate sound slipping from Valarr's lungs before he could stop it. And Aerion seemed to know just what he had done, smirking even as his hand wrapped around Valarr's length, guiding him back against the hole he had spent far too long teasing.
"Go on, cousin. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you dripping from me. It will be our little secret, won't it?"
Gods, he wanted to taste himself from Aerion's body.
Not trusting himself to speak, Valarr simply nodded. Glancing between them to watch as he began to inch in. Panting at the way Aerion's body stretched to take him in, at the way it squeezed white-hot around him, begging him to sink further even when no words fell from Aerion himself. His cousin's eyes fluttered shut, lip curling in discomfort when Valarr sank another few inches inside, a shaky breath making its way from both of their lungs.
Dragging himself out only to ease himself in even deeper. He knew immediately that he would not last long; air seemed to fall from his lungs and barely come back, his head thundered with the beat of his own heart, and even fully seated and unmoving inside of Aerion, his cousin's body fluttered around him and nearly sent him toppling over the edge far too quickly.
"You poor thing," Aerion cooed up at him, dragging him forward to lick at his lips. Valarr moaned against his lips, hips bucking into the heat of Aerion's body. "Look at you trying so hard not to spill the moment you're inside of me." Grinding his teeth together, Valarr pulled back barely more than a few inches before sliding back in, shuddering at the way Aerion's body tightened around him. "Go ahead." It came out teasing, and heat prickled up Valarr's body from it, coiling itself tight somewhere low in his belly. "Embarass yourself for me."
A whine spilled out, and Valarr buried his face against Aerion's neck. Biting at the skin there, soothing over it with his tongue when his cousin gasped, thighs tightening against his waist. Unable to stop his hips from rocking into him, breath catching on every inhale as the pressure in his belly grew. Too tight. Too hot. Each thrust short. Hard. Enough that Aerion, at least, seemed to be unable to continue with his teasing.
It felt divine, spilling out into him. The way Aerion's body seemed to drag it out; the way Aerion's breaths filled his ears; the way a pretty little sound of surprise came from below him, fingers digging into his back as Aerion tried to pull him even closer.
"A shame," his cousin murmured into his ear, breath tickling against it. "I did not even get to finish this time."
Pulling back just enough, Valarr studied his cousin for a moment. The smirk that he now had, the flush that still filled his cheeks. Glancing between them, Aerion's length still prominent between them and glistening with his own mess.
Valarr removed himself from Aerion's body, ignoring the face he made as he settled between his cousin's thighs once more. Aerion leaned onto his elbows, looking almost surprised at the sudden change. And when Valarr flattened his tongue, swiping at the come that dripped from his cousin, Aerion's head fell back, arching up into his mouth and cursing when he sucked at the hardened length once more.
He would search every inch of his cousin's body by the nights end, he was sure.