#bratty power bottom aegon is so important to me

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Basically the day after Aegon's coronation he invites his bestie Martyn Reyne over to "celebrate" ;) Aegon is such a brat4brat power bottom in it, he drives me INSANE. It's nearly done, here is the beginning:

👹 NSFW under the cut dont look if ur under 18 👹

Martyn reclined comfortably on the sofa, sipping on his wine as his gaze wandered around Aegon's lavishly decorated room. Tapestries covered the walls, depicting scenes of dragonfire and, weirdly enough, orgies. The floors were covered with plush, intricately woven rugs and at least a dozen scented candles were scattered around the room.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Egg," Martyn remarked, letting out a low whistle. "The place looks like something straight out of a Dragonlord's wet dream."

Behind a heavy velvet curtain, Aegon chuckled softly. "I'm glad you approve, Reyne. But I think you'll find the main attraction far more impressive than the décor."

Martyn's curiosity was piqued as he took another sip of wine. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"Patience, my dear friend," Aegon replied, still only a shadow behind a curtain. "I just need a moment to finish getting ready. Are you ready?"

Martyn leaned back, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I'm always ready for whatever the fuck you have planned, Egg."

With a final adjustment to his appearance, Aegon took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtain. He was dressed in a see-through red robe that clung to his frame, the fabric leaving next to nothing to the imagination. His hair was braided and his body adorned with glimmering jewels. His lips were painted a dark red, and his eyelids were shaded in blue, accenting his piercing lilac eyes.

"Ta-da!" Aegon exclaimed, striking a pose to showcase his body. "What do you think?"

Martyn’s eyes widened in surprise before he burst out laughing, nearly spilling his wine. "By the Seven, Aegon, you look like a whore! You even got the red lips and everything."

"Fuck off, Reyne.” Aegon rolled his eyes, as he walked over to the table and poured himself a cup of wine, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "If I wanted your sarcasm, I'd have asked for it."

Martyn raised his hands, still grinning. "Alright, alright. You look... stunning, truly. Like something out of a dream."

Satisfied with the response, Aegon downed his drink. He then walked over to Martyn, stopping right in front of him. "Now, if you're done gawking, why don't you pull off your pants and show me what you've got?"

"Anything for you." Martyn's dumb grin widened as he set his wine aside and stood up, his fingers undoing the laces of his trousers. He let them drop to the floor. “Tell me, am I supposed to call you Your Grace now?”

“Shut up,” Aegon silenced him and sank to his knees before his friend, eyes dark as he looked up at him. "Tell me, Reyne, what do you want?"

Martyn's breath hitched, he wanted to bend him over and fuck him right now. "I want you to put my cock in your mouth."

"Do you now? Well, let's see if you deserve it."

With that, Aegon leaned in close, his breath impossibly warm against Martyn's skin, but he didn't touch him. Instead, he just let his lips hover close, his tongue darting out to lick the air. Martyn groaned, his hands reaching for Aegon's hair, but Aegon swatted them away.

"Ah, ah, ah," Aegon chided. "You don't get to touch the king unless he says so."

Martyn's let out a frustrated groan, but he complied, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Egg you're such a fucking tease."

"That's the point, isn't it?" he chuckled. He leaned in again, this time he let his lips brush lightly against the tip of Martyn's cock, the touch so fleeting it was almost maddening.

Martyn's hips jerked forward involuntarily, and he let out a low growl of frustration. "Please, Egg. Stop teasing."

Aegon's smile widened as he placed a delicate kiss on Martyn's length, barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Call me Your Grace," he commanded, his voice low.

Martyn's voice was strained and breathy, Aegon could be such a brat sometimes. "Please, Your Grace. Suck my cock."

Aegon finally took pity on his friend, opening his mouth and taking his friend into his mouth. Martyn let out a deep moan. Aegon's warm, wet mouth felt so perfect around him.

Aegon started moving, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. His movements were painfully slow, clearly enjoying how Martyn came undone.

"Fuck, Egg," Martyn groaned, fighting back the urge to grab Aegon by his hair and force him deeper. "You're amazing."