Chapter Text
Ashford, 209 AC.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes."
Valarr was behind him, one hand between his thighs. He had his middle finger and the fourth inside him, pushing and prodding while the heel of his palm rubbed his cunt in tandem.
"Do you like it?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" His cousin pressed himself closer to Aerion. Nosed at his hair and then kissed the side of his face and below his ear. Aerion shuddered.
"It's just fingers. It feels better when it's your cock, no?"
Valarr laughed and stopped his movements. "I like this too."
"But it's better when it's your cock."
"I mean, yeah, but I'm not complaining. Do you want me to—"
"No. I'm just saying."
Aerion turned his head and their noses brushed. Valarr smiled down at him and kissed him.
"You feel very nice," he murmured against his lips.
"Continue." And he did.
They kissed for a bit until Aerion's neck began to hurt. He pulled away but tilted his neck so Valarr could keep going.
"Does this arouse you so?"
"Yes," his cousin panted.
"If I had a cock, I wouldn't waste my time with something like this."
"No?"
"No. I would just fuck. And fuck, and fuck and fuck."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"No. Continue."
Valarr chuckled. "Can I? After this?"
"Mmmm, maybe."
"Maybe?"
"I quite like this."
Valar curled his fingers and Aerion squealed.
"Don't do that!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"No! But do it like you did before."
His fingers slid in slowly. "Like this?"
"Yes."
"I want to go deeper."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Tell me if it hurts."
He hummed. "Do you do this to Kiera?"
Valarr froze. "What?"
Aerion burst out laughing. "Not to worry, cousin. I won't be mad."
"Why are you asking me this?"
"I was just wondering. Go on."
Valarr movements felt unsure now.
"You definitely do. She's your wife. Does she like it?"
"Why are we talking about Kiera?"
Aerion asked over his shoulder, "We can't?"
"I was just not expecting it."
"But she's your wife. Are you not thinking of her?"
"No."
"What are you thinking about?"
"You."
"He has you on a pedestal..."
Valarr pulled out his fingers slowly and Aerion moaned. They were wet and shiny and a bit wrinkled, but Valarr still put them inside his own mouth and licked them clean.
"You are a degenerate."
"Can I have it now?"
"You should fuck me."
"Yeah?"
Aerion turned around and laid on his back. He opened his legs for Valarr. Aerion feathered his hand along his cock, marvelling at the dark coarse hair around it.
"Yes."
He was a man grown now. He had let his cousin finish inside him seven times in a span of two days.
Valarr took a hold of his cock and rubbed the tip against his folds, Aerion let out a dramatic gasp. He raised his other hand and pressed his middle finger against his mouth and Valarr sucked it. Then he nibbled his palm and wrist. He pressed himself closer until his cock breached Aerion. He grabbed his arms and put them around his neck. Aerion wrapped his legs around his waist.
"Do you fuck her like this?"
"Aerion—"
His mind went to Kiera again.
"He has you on a pedestal. And me—"
And me in his arms! Aerion wanted to taunt her. On a pedestal and in his arms. Me. I won.
"You are the only one I love."
"Do you kiss her there too?"
Valarr groaned.
"You and that indecent mouth!" Aerion brought him down for a quick kiss. "Does mine taste better?"
It must, Aerion thought. Valarr was very thorough with him. He would kiss and lick him until Aerion cried.
"Tell me."
Valarr smiled at him. "Sweeter than honey."
"But is it better?"
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes."
He buried himself deeper and Aerion kissed him again.