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Out of all the almost neglible amount of irresponsible things Maekar Targaryen has done in his life, driving this stranger back to his second house is probably the worst offender.
Most likely the fault belonged to him, going to the cheapest bar he's ever seen instead of the one he usually frequents. Then a handsome man had bumped into him, spilled his drink on him, and had apologised multiple times before buying him another drink. The man had muttered something about how he was behaving like his students, Maekar had muttered something about his own children, and they had a very pleasant conversation that lasted a total of five minutes before he went back to his own table.
In his defense, Duncan was taller than him, broader than him, and had a look in his eyes that made Maekar want to ride him till he remembered he couldn't trust Daeron with the kids, so it made perfect sense for Maekar to saunter over to him, ask if he wanted to get out of there, and stare him down till Duncan had blushed and told his friends that they'd meet on Monday.
Thank fuck he hadn't gotten wasted.
"Won't your kids be home?" Duncan asks, and Maekar keeps his eyes on the road.
"Yes." Maekar replies, and then glances at him. Poor man looks nervous, and Maekar supposes not many teachers have ever seen the inside of a car as expensive as his. "Good thing we're not going to my home then."
Duncan's eyebrows raise in alarm. "Are we going to my house?"
"What?" He scoffs. "No, idiot. We're going to another apartment I own."
"Ah, okay." He murmurs, nodding as if a bunch of things have clicked into place for him. "Got it."
Maekar ignores the urge to run his eyes over Duncan again as he slows down the car. Baelor would laugh at him if he knew of this, he reminds himself, before his lower lip curls in disgust at the realisation that he's using his brother's image to stop himself from fucking Duncan right there and then. So many years without Dyanna, and the last time he tried to have sex was over an year ago.
Over an year ago.
Fuck.
"We'll have to make a quick stop before we actually get there." He says right as he pulls into the parking lot of one of those convenience stores that dot highways. "Get water based lube, and condoms." Because Duncan just blinks at him, he repeats his words. pulling out his wallet and handing him 50 dragons. "The lube needs to be water-based."
"Got it." Duncan nods, and then gingerly gets out of the car, taking care to avoid bumping his head against anything.
Good, Maekar thinks. He'd have his skin if he accidentally dented any part of his ride. A few seconds later, Duncan is back with a bag in his hand, and a very red face.
"The change is inside the bag." He informs him dutifully. And then he ducks his eyes as Maekar starts the car again. "I didn't know which condom to get, so I got both the XL and XXL."
"Which one do you use?" Maekar asks casually, all the while speeding up the car.
"XXL." Duncan answers, and Maekar shuts his eyes for a moment, and then decides that he's more than fine with breaking the speed limit.
"We'll use that one then." He tells Duncan, who raises an eyebrow, as though he'd assumed he would be the one taking cock in his ass, and not Maekar.
They pull up to his house in record time, and Maekar pulls into the driveway, thanking the Old Gods and New that it's too late and too dark for anyone to see him. He parks his car, and takes another look at Duncan, who looks like he can't quite believe this is actually happening to him.
"Are you going to get out?" He grunts, and Duncan jolts into action, and follows him till they're in his living room, where he takes a second to turn on the centralised air conditioning, before he locks the front door behind him, and throws his blazer at the nearest couch before sauntering into the kitchen.
Fuck him, there's gotta be something in there, even though nobody's lived here for a while. He opens the fridge, is pleasantly surprised to find bottled water in there, and extremely disappointed to find nothing else.
"I'd offer you something, but there's nothing but fucking water." He calls out, and then hears Duncan walk into the kitchen.
"You don't need to offer me anything." Duncan says politely, and Maekar scoffs before straightening.
All breath leaves his body when he turns around.
Duncan's discarded his stupid fucking denim jacket as well, leaving him in nothing but a white t-shirt and grass stained jeans. The t-shirt wraps around his muscles perfectly, and without a collar he can see just how meaty and thick his neck is, and the crotch of his jeans.
Before he knows it, Maekar steps forward and presses his lips against Duncan's. His mouth falls open because of just how surprised he is, but Maekar takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. He runs his tongue over his teeth, snips at his lips, and lets Duncan pull him closer.
"Fuck-" Duncan mumbles mid-kiss, and Maekar takes that opportunity to push him against the countertop and kiss him harder. His lips are rough, as if he chews on them often, but fuck if it doesn't excite him.
Duncan's thighs spread apart to accomodate him, and Maekar mindlessly ruts against the bulge in his jeans, still focused on memorising Duncan's mouth. Then hips shift to meet his, and he lets out a groan that's half pain, half pleasure.
Maybe they could fuck right here, he briefly imagines, but then hands come to grip his waist, and Maekar realises he isn't doing this anywhere but on a bed. Painfully, he pulls away from Duncan, and looks at his beautiful blue eyes.
"Bedroom." He grits, and Duncan nods eagerly and stands up straight.
Maekar leads to him to the closest bedroom, making a small stop just to pick up the bag with the condoms and lube. He doesn't bother closing the door behind him as they both collapse on the bed, him on top of Duncan, because he doesn't want to die before seeing all his kids graduate college. He's about to say something when he feels his belt being unbuckled, a strange confidence in how it's tugged away from his waist, and then Duncan undoes his buttons and zipper, and slides a hand inside his pants.
"Oh, fuck-" Maekar moans, his eyes closing as his large hand cups his cock and balls, and he shakily humps into it. His hand's not soft, but not exactly broken by calluses either. All he knows that is that feels good. It's been so long since he's felt anything but his own hand on his cock, and that too rarely, that this feels better than good.
Duncan takes even more intitiative and wraps his fingers around his cock and guides it up and down his shaft, moving slow enough to be nothing but frustuating. Maekar's tempted to tell him how to he likes to be touched, when Duncan shoves him so that he's laying on the bed instead. His lower back hurts a little, where it presses against the mattress, and Maekar watches dumbly as Duncan gets up and tugs his pants down till they're on the ground, then his underwear and he's dressed in nothing but his shirt and tie.
"I'm your man." Duncan murmurs as he sinks to his knees, and then wraps his lips around Maekar's cock.
"Hngh!" Maekar grunts when he feels wet warmth envelop his cockhead, and then then slide down till Duncan's taken all of him inside his mouth and he feels lips press against the base of his cock.
Then he starts moving, and there's a hand on his waist that stops him from meeting the bobbing of the only mouth he's had in a while with thrusts of his own. He mentally curses himself, and verbally curses out Duncan, who ignores him with ease.
Duncan pulls back fully till he's only sucking his head, and uses his hand to jerk the rest of him off. His tongue flicks against that sweet spot right under the tip-
"F- fuck!" Maekar sputters, a springed coil around his spine going loose as he goes slack.
This time Duncan doesn't ignore him, and stops sucking to look at him with uncertain eyes. "Are you okay?"
Maekar runs a hand through hair that was neatly combed till a few minutes ago, and waits for his breath to catch up. Duncan stays kneeled, and he quite likes the sight, even if he's still in all of his clothes.
"Do... do you suck dick often?" Maekar rasps, patting his side. Duncan comes to sit there, and before he can get a response, he's already undoing his belt and getting those pesky jeans down his waist.
"Uh-" Duncan blinks, clearly wondering whether to take that question seriously or not. He clearly decides not to when Maekar twists to grab at the bag, pull out the bottle of lube and pour a generous amount on his hand.
Maekar tugs down Duncan's boxers, standard black, and tries his best to not look extremely impressed at how big his cock is. He's never had any issues about his own size, and Dyanna liked how he felt quite a lot, but he's fairly certain if he was a bit younger, this would have made him stupidly jealous.
He pushes those thoughts to the side, and Duncan too, and straddles him, and pulls up his tshirt to expose his stomach. Duncan quickly gets the shirt off himself, and then throws it somewhere neither of them can be bothered to think much about.
"Fuck, you sure you're a teacher?" Maekar asks, running his cleaner hand over his belly, feeling all the muscle hidden behind just a bit of fat, the way he'd expect from someone who carries around logs of wood for fun. His other hand wraps around Duncan's cock, and irritation pricks at him to not see the man jerk the way he'd been hoping for.
It makes sense though. Of course a hot, tall man in his early 20s would be getting more action than a widowed father in his 40s, but it still irks him.
"Last I remembered, yeah." Duncan grins, and that just makes him more irritated, so Maekar twists his wrist just so, and works on drawing as many moans he can draw from the man in front of him.
He sets the pace that he usually prefers, fast and hard, but an eye on Duncan makes it clear that he likes gentler stuff. Regrettably, he slows down a little, but the man beneath him shudders and holds Maekar's waist with a bruising grip, so he supposes it all evens out.
"I'm- I'm gon-" Duncan chokes out after a second, and Maekar immediately stops.
"Save that for later." He orders him, and Duncan nods painfully.
Maekar glances at the cock in his hand, swallowing his own spit at the flushed tip and the leaking precum, and makes another irresponsible decision.
"Are you clean?"
"I took a shower this evenin-" Duncan starts, and then his expression must give away how thin his patience is, because he immediately shakes his head. "Yep, no STDs here."
"When was the last time you had sex?" Maekar asks, loosening his tie, and taking it off. He swiftly sets to work on the buttons next.
"Uhm, three weeks ago, give or take. I used a condom and everything, and then I had a health checkup for this match, so I went ahead and got a HIV test as well." Then he looks at Maekar curiously. "What about you?"
"It's been more than an year." He replies carelessly.
"Wow." Duncan huffs. "I can't believe people weren't clamouring to fuck you."
Blood rushes to his cheeks and ears without warning, which he hides by getting up and ordering Duncan to properly take off his clothes instead of letting them hang around his thighs. The man jumps to follow his instructions, and Maekar watches.
"Trust me, not a lot of people want to fuck someone with six kids."
"I do." Duncan's grin is audible in his tone, and Maekar scoffs.
"Of course you do. You're a teacher. What do you even teach?"
"Physical education to middle schoolers." Duncan replies, stepping out of his jeans. "And geography to primary schoolers. A friend of mine got me the job, after I decided I didn't want to go professional. I started as a substitute for geography, but they just gave me both jobs."
Maekar raises an eyebrow as they two of them get on the bed again. "What kind of a fuckass school teaches first graders geography?"
"The sort where y'need a friend to pull strings to get you a job."
Huh. Makes sense.
Before he can say anything else, Duncan's pulling him on top of him against, and kissing him again. Maekar's chest presses against his, his eyes slip shut, and he lets Duncan take the lead for once. When they're both done stealing breaths from each other's lungs, Maekar pulls back, but barely.
"Here's the deal." He says in his most serious tone. "I'm fucking exhausted, and I haven't had decent sex in forever. So I'm going to do nothing but encourage you to harder, and you'll go harder. Understood?"
"Yes sir." There's a glint in his eyes that sparks up his heart.
Duncan reaches for the lube himself, and spreads an ample amount on his entire fucking hand. Maekar blinks as watches the man spread them evenly over all four fingers, and then decides to not think about it anymore. He instead lays down pillows against the headboard, enough for him to lean against.
Before he can actually relax and lay down on it, Duncan holds him from the behind and kisses his neck, nibbling where it meets his torso. He licks over it too, and Maekar lets out a groan and goes limp in his arms. He takes it as encouragement to continue, and places Maekar on his lap, letting him lean against his shoulders, while his ass rests against his thighs.
Not a very uncomfortable position, if he's being honest, but a little humilating for his tastes.
And then a hand sneaks between his legs, and a finger circles his asshole. Maekar grits his teeth together, and lets Duncan push a finger into him, gentle and slow. It feels like an unwanted intrusion for the first few seconds, then uncomfortable for the next few as he pumps the finger.
"You can use add a finger, you know?" Maekar asks testily, and Duncan looks at him like a kicked puppy.
"Alright, alright."
And then he adds another finger and Maekar regrets speaking up at all.
Duncan's fingers are large, just like everything else on him, and and two of them just make his brain slow down and his world narrow to where fingers stretch him open. His hips buck deeper into his fingers, and Duncan tries to hide how pleased he is of himself.
All Maekar can do is try not to moan too loud when he puts in a third finger. Duncan's fingers curl a little, and there’s a steady thrust, and any remaining unease slowly fades.
"Shi- mmph!" His sputters get cut off by Duncan's kiss, and Maekar grips the back of his messily trimmed hair to mush their faces together. Lips move from his lips to his beard, and then to his neck again, sucking and kissing and all those things Maekar had thought he'd never experience till Rhae had moved out too.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wants to tell Duncan to take it down a notch, because this is their third year of summer, and there's no way that he'll be able to cover all the marks on his neck from his kids and his brothers, but then he's laying on the bed again, leaning against those fucking pillows, and kisses trail down to his chest.
"Fuck me already, won't you?" Maekar asks, and Duncan nods bashfully as lines his cock up with his ass. His arms come up on their own to wrap around broad shoulders as Duncan leans forward, his own arms sliding between Maekar's back and the bed.
He presses his forehead against the crook of Duncan's neck, and lets out a breathy gasp as a fat cockhead prods against his hole, and then the biggest fucking cock he's ever taken stretches him open. Duncan takes it slow, thank fuck, and he doesn't realise he's whimpering till he feels balls press against his ass.
"Don't move." Maekar grits out, a little shamefully.
He briefly wonders if he should have found a woman willing to ride him while he did nothing, but as he feels Duncan's eyes on him, worried and sweet and sincere, any thoughts of fucking anyone else vanish.
"Are y'okay?" He asks in a tone teenage girls probably dream about, and Maekar nods, hips rocking a little on pure instinct.
"Just… adjusting to your size." He confesses, and Duncan nods, lips pressing together and a determined look on his face.
"Y'know, not a lot of people can actually take me." He tells him cheerfully, and a little proudly too. Maekar furrows his brows.
Is he proud at himself for needing an XXL condom or at Maekar for taking him? And what does that make him? A whore uniquely suited to getting pounded with a big dick?
The thrusts start slow, and then a hard one which prods against that spot in his ass knocks the wind out of his lungs and steals Duncan's name from his tongue.
"Duncan," Maekar gasps. "Dunca-"
"Did I go too rough?" A large hand comes to rest on his face, and Maekar twists his neck to snap at the fingers. Duncan withdraws his hand in record speed, looking at him with wide, confused eyes.
"Harder-" He begs, and Maekar Targaryen never begs, he makes demands and they're fulfilled, no matter how unreasonable or hard they are. Duncan's kind enough to pretend this is another order that he has to fulfill, because he gets to work diligently, without teasing him or drawing this out any longer.
His hips move clumsily, but passionately enough to make up for them. He takes it all as he makes short gasps and takes even shorter breaths, his cock hard and bobbing against his stomach.
"Fuck, y'feel so good-" Duncan moans in his ear, and Maekar decides to reward his compliments and his urge to please by wrapping his legs around his waist and drawing him in closer, as close as he can without his skin melting into Duncan's, and clenches around him.
He licks hungry stripes up his thick neck, and then kisses him even harder, and a particularly hard thrust makes his balls tighten dangerously, and then all tension leaves his body, and the next thing Maekar knows, he's spilling cum all over his stomach.
He slumps against the pillows, and Duncan takes that a sign to go even harder. He goes rough enough that Maekar cries out every word of filth he picked up in his youth, and it feels so good, and painful in that way it is right after he's cum, and then he finally spills inside him, and goes still.
It takes a few more minutes for Duncan to pull out of him, and Maekar cringes at the feeling of cum leaking out of his ass. A very strong and surprisingly gentle shove pushes him a little to the side, and Duncan lays next to him. He isn't sure why, but he glances at the man next to him, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, and watches him lean over the side of the bed to pull something out of his jeans.
A bunch of crumpled tissues, and he turns around to wipe the cum off his stomach, and then drops that on the floor.
They both lay side by side, catching their breath in proper now. The only things Maekar can hear is their panting, and the whirr of the air conditioner. It's then that he realises that they never bothered to turn on the lights in the bedroom, with light leaking in from the living room and kitchen illuminating them.
"That was nice." Duncan's voice breaks him out of his reverie.
Maekar grunts his assent, not minding pillow talk for the first time in a long time.
"I've gotta get going in a while." Duncan says, and he sounds apologetic. Maekar lets out a silent sigh and closes his eyes, because of course the man wouldn't want to spend any time with him. Not that Maekar's got free time to be handing out to random hookups. Duncan continues, oblivious to his thoughts. "I'd love to stay, but I've got a big day tomorrow, because I'm going to meet a lot of parents tomorrow."
"This one wasn't good enough for you?" Maekar mutters.
"What, no! You were better than good."
He hears the shuffling of sheets, and opens his eyes to find Duncan on his side, looking right at him with those stupid big blue eyes of his. Faintly, he feels some sort of envy for whoever gets to wake up to that everyday of the rest of their life, but it belongs to him right now.
"This is a one time thing. I can't… I don't know if my kids would be fine with this." Maekar says before Duncan can open his mouth again. Visible disappointment flickers over his face, but he nods.
"It was still good."
Maekar studies him, and he feels exactly how Duncan looks. But he can't let him think that he's got time in his life for any more relationships, even though he wouldn't mind one.
"Yes, it was."
Maekar checks his phone again, cursing how quickly he falls prey to Egg's whims.
He's already met the main teachers he had to meet, and now he's trekking across the field to head to the basketball court, just because Egg insisted on making him meet the guy in charge of his little league rugby program. He apparently teaches the older students, but he also looks over some programs for the younger students, and was the one who convinced Egg to join, if he has to believe his son.
Most likely the opposite happened, but who's he to argue with a child?
"You're gonna love him!" Egg declares as they finally make it to the court, and Maekar spots a man standing to the side, counting the balls or whatever physical education teachers do. What a useless subject to put effort in, but he's never seen Egg half as happy about anything as he has been about his first ever game next week.
"I'll see about that." He replies, grimacing a little at how fucking sore he is from last night.
Duncan had gotten a taxi, paid by yours truly, while he had to drive back home, and then immediately have Aerion and Daeron stare at the poorly hidden marks on his neck and run upstairs while retching. Atleast the morning had been fairly normal, though Daeron and Aerion kept snickering and exchanging jibes meant for him.
As he walks closer to the man Egg's tugging him towards, he feels his heart drop into his stomach.
He knows it before the man even turns around.
"Dunk! Meet my dad!" Egg lets go over his hand and hops over to Duncan, who turns around with all the grace a giant can possess, and then immediately his jaw drops.
"Maekar Targaryen." He offers a hand before Duncan can let it slip that they have sex the last night in front of his son. "You must be Duncan, right?"
"Uhm, yes, yes, that's me!" Duncan takes his hand and shakes it vigorously.
"How'd you know his name?" Egg raises an eyebrow, and Maekar mentally curses himself.
"Oi, what else could Dunk stand for?" Duncan chastises his son, and Egg sticks his tongue out before running away towards another kid who just walked in as Maekar watches.
Duncan notices his expression, and immediately clarifies. "That's Betha. She and Egg get along really well."
"Ah." He nods, and then looks at Duncan again, who's gone red in the face. "If it means anything, I hate knowing I fucked my son's teacher too."
"It won't impact how I treat Egg-" Duncan starts in that somewhat cut manner of his, and Maekar sighs before pulling out his other phone, the one reserved for family and very rare friends, and opens the keypad.
"Add in your number. Don't put your name there, just add a heart emoji or whatever you'd like." he hands the phone to Duncan, trying to keep his face as straight as he can.
Duncan blinks at him. "I don't… understand?"
Maekar briefly thinks of what Baelor would say if he knew what he was doing, and then furrows his brows, so that he's technically glaring at Duncan.
"I'd like to get better updates on Aegon and his progress with… sports." He answers, and Duncan raises an eyebrow.
"That doesn't explain the heart emoji."
"Just put in your fucking number."