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[provoke]

She's my mother. And a queen in her own right.

Name your price for this service.

[behavioural]

( his mother is here? the more you know. )

well, on account of this being your mother, then let's keep it simple

give me a blowjob and i'll keep her well-protected

[provoke]

[ hold the fuck on. ]

I cannot offer that. What else would you want?

[behavioural]

are you worried that you won't perform well?
it's ok if you suck

( did you see what he did th )

[provoke]

[ 🔪🔪🔪 ]

Name something else. You will not spend yourself in my mouth.

[behavioural]

is that the issue?

i could just spend myself on your face instead

[provoke]

[ be so fucking serious right now ]

Name something else.

[behavioural]

( boring. )

what else do you have to offer me then?

[provoke]

Is that all you want, pleasures of the flesh?

[behavioural]

i have nothing else i would want from you

[provoke]

[ to be reduced to want— ]

A different act, then.

[behavioural]

ok

[...]

but we'll discuss what it's going to be in person

( pretty sure aemond is just gonna keep shooting suggestions down, otherwise. )

[provoke]

Fine. I can accommodate that. When and where?

[behavioural]

my room

whenever you want my services to begin

to action;

[provoke]

[ give him a few moments to escape from house arrest solitary confinement, then; you'll have a furious targaryen at your door very soon. ]

[behavioural]

( the door is unlocked, so he can help himself in.

unlike his last visit, pierce will be slightly more dressed in his room today, wearing a dark green cashmere sweater and black jeans. he sits with his back pressed to the wall on the floor of where a noticeably missing study desk was once positioned, surrounded by a new stack of books, a pack of cig at his side and his shoddy iphone in hand.

a lit cigarette hangs loosely from his mouth as hazel eyes lift to greet the incoming blond. )

[provoke]

[ green and black — the colours of his house. aemond almost hesitates in his march towards pierce, his steps stuttering for a moment, but onward he presses on until his ankles level with pierce's knees. ]

You cannot have my mouth. Nor anywhere near my face.

[ so much for hello. ]

[behavioural]

( he likes a guy who can cut through all the drivel.

unmoving, pierce tilts his head back, his eyes lifting to meet the blond's tense gaze, hazel hues bright with amusement. he wordlessly sets his phone aside and offers his left hand up to him. take hold of it — a quiet command. )

But I can have the rest of you?

[provoke]

[ quiet, but the intention is loud and clear. aemond meets it and takes pierce's hand in a firm, crushing grip. ]

Within reason. You will not cut or injure me to my impediment, I'll have you know.

I am not some toy to bat around, Strickland.

[behavioural]

( his fingers closes around his hand, as he starts to pull, to coax him down onto his lap. )

Within reason, of course. ( his voice, light and humorous. ) I would never treat you like a toy.

( a quiet beat, an almost boyish smile— ) But I do want to play with you.

[provoke]

[ push and pull, or pulling in different directions; aemond resists at first, because he is a prince of the realm and he doesn't kneel. he doesn't yield. he doesn't come when beckoned, he is not hailed like some common man.

but he called upon strickland for a favour, and favours are owed. debts needs repayment, as so often the lannister's other words go. always pay your debts.

so he follows the pull of pierce's hand, braces his weight on knees rested on either side of pierce's thighs. ]

You will keep your word. For my mother.

[ he demands, but words sound like questions to his ears. ]