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Every moment. I hope you are pleased as well.

Very pleased. (she flashes a smile as she rolls over into her side, facing him, and drawing in close. truthfully he had been much more affectionate that she would have imagined. it's an honor, she thinks, that he allows it with her.)

I really enjoyed the intense eye contact, (zatanna notes, getting close enough their noses could touch.)

When you only have one you do what you can.

[It's glib and only mildly bitter. He drapes an arm over her hips and strokes her back.]

I did well, then?

(zatanna sighs happily at his touch. his question, though, catches her somewhat off guard. then again, she didn't actually know about his prior experience.)

Didn't you hear all the moans? (she teases before stealing a kiss.) Very well, Aemond.

[He relaxes at her answer, though is irritated at himself for asking. But he needs to learn these things.]

Good. I would not leave you wanting.

Have you...not been with many women? (she doesn't care either way. but if not she'll know to give him just a little more guidance if needed. he had listened when she asked for his touch. and being teachable is really what matters.)

I couldn't tell.

Just one, a long time ago.

[He’s placated by her words and almost smiles.]

You are an excellent partner.

Really? Just one? (the surprise is evident in her tone. aemond is so handsome---at least she thinks so!---surely he's had more than one opportunity. then again, he hadn't been quick to make things physical between them. maybe that's just the sort of man he is.)

I definitely couldn't tell then. (hell, she didn't even have to show him where she wanted him to touch her.)

Good. I'm glad I can be that for you. And just so you know, (she kisses him sweetly.) I'm pretty open-minded...if there's anything you ever want to try.

It was a brothel. I was much younger.

[He admits that somewhat reluctantly. Not because he’s ashamed of it, but because it’s not the best memory.]

Thank you. I will definitely keep that in mind.

(ah. she supposes that must be a common option here and, for a prince, a way to avoid too many messy emotions.)

Oh, sure. Makes sense. (zatanna kisses him again, languid and affectionate, as quiet reassurance.)

Assuming you want to do this again, of course.

[It can be, but generally not when you’re as young as he was.]

I would like it to, very much.

Good. Me too. (maybe even now if he wanted to. zatanna trails her hand along his chest, tracing abstract shapes. really just laying here with him is nice.)

[Nice and he’s enjoying the time together. He nuzzles at her cheek and then kisses her, long and steady.]

(she slots readily against him, kissing him back with matching temperament. the hand at his chest slips around aemond's back and zatanna hooks one leg over him as though they aren't close enough. lips slant together, tender and affectionate.)

[This is more what he had imagined his first time to be like, when he bothered to think about it. They may not know each other all that well, but it feels organic. It feels right.

He pulls her closer still, hands palming up and down her back. No doubt she can tell he’s ready again, with him pressing his hips against hers.]

(oh hello. it's not all that surprising given his youth that he'd rebound fairly quickly. zatanna smiles against his lips, devouring her touch along his back and down across his hip to eventually take him in her hand. maybe since they've gotten the immediate lust satiated for the time being, they can take their time a little. she strokes him lazily as they kiss and even when she pauses for a breath.)

Do you like it? When I touch you?

[He sighs as she touches him and nods between kisses.]

Very much. Keep going.

(of course she will comply, sucking in his bottom lip and nipping lighting with her teeth. the way zatanna strokes him is somewhat experimental; not in that she is unsure of what she's doing. more so she is searching for just the right angle and pressure and speed that might make his breath hitch.)

Will you tell me? If there's something that really feels good? (zee hums at the corner of his mouth, that charming spot that so often is quirked into a smirk.)

[His breath does hitch when she does that, and he offers a slight moan against her mouth.]

This feels good. Very good.

Good, (she smiles, nipping at his lip again and she adjusts her pace just a little---something faster. he's like iron in her hand and she can't help but start thinking about riding him like a fine thoroughbred into oblivion.)

What do you think about me using my mouth, Aemond? (she purrs, wanting to hear more of those uncontrolled sounds from him.)

[His hips gently rock against her hand as he grips her waist, needing something to hold on to. Kisses are coming fast as well, quick and fiery.

At the thought of her mouth on him a whimper escapes him,]

Please.

(zatanna nods, stealing one more kiss before descending, pressing her hand to his shoulder to coax aemond onto his back. she takes her time with the drag of her lips down the hollow of his throat, kissing across his chest and nipping here and there. down, down his abdomen until she is able to settle between his legs with his proud cock standing at attention in front of her.

not wanting to torture him too much, zee leans in, gripping him at the base with one hand and the other resting lightly at his hip. glancing up with doeish eyes, making sure he's watching, she licks a long stripe with the flat of her tongue up the shaft...and then she takes him into her mouth.)

[It’s all torture, a delicious pain mixed with pleasure. She moves steadily, though he can hardly wait for her to take him. Resting on his back he strokes her cheek before she lowers herself, then rests his hand in her hair.

He’s mesmerized watching her and when her tongue tastes him, he almost jumps out of his skin. It feels better than he imagined.]

Gods, Zee.

(the jolt isn't unexpected and she smiles to herself as aemond's fingers thread through her dark curls. not to overwhelm him too much, she experiments just as she had with her hand: the swirl of her tongue, playing with suction that hollows her cheeks. what she cannot quite fit, she strokes with her hand.

giving him pleasure like this...well, he deserves it. to carry the burdens upon his shoulders as he does? that and she really, really is liking being able to unravel a fraction of that stoicism.

as she works, zatanna occasionally glances up to study his expressions. she might even wink.)

[His expression is that of awe, mixed with a tiny bit of torture in that he can’t get enough. Groans grow louder as she experiments, urging her on, though he catches his breath every time her tongue swirls over him.

His hands become demanding. Not enough to hurt her, but he grasps at her locks as the sensations brought about by her mouth run through him.]

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