seduction

Predictably, Luke immediately tries to turn him away. “Aemond, wh-what are you doing?!” The boy - who’s a man now, in truth - exclaims as he gets himself comfortable. This close, Luke’s scent of firewood and cedar is easy to pick up and delightfully appealing. Aemond cocks his head as he stares at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks coyly. “I’m settling into my new place.” “Your new…” the young alpha looks as though he’s seen a ghost, “Your new place? And that’s on top of me?” The omega shrugs. “On top of you, underneath you… Around you, while you bury yourself inside me… Whatever way you desire to have me, nephew.” (Or, Lucerys is the Lord of Harrenhal and Aemond is scheming).

Lance says, voice low and soothing, “Just relax and focus on my hands.” It’s not like Keith can really concentrate on anything else even if he wanted to, especially with the way Lance is being so distracting. His mind is going blank more often than not, but still, he has to ask, “I-is this something you do regularly with your clients?” “What, give massages? That’s kind of my job.” Lance chuckles, hands never stopping even once. He’s deliberately missing the point, even though it’s obvious that he’s aware how this is quickly veering away from being a normal session. “Now, stop thinking so much and just feel.”