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Aemond was standing by the kitchen island drinking an energy drink with his phone in one hand. Sex with Lucerys always left him out of breath, smug and pleased. Lucerys was still in bed–hair mussed from all the hair pulling that Aemond did–he too was left sore all over but well satisfied.
The passionate yet wild sex of theirs always made the both of them eager to have each other anywhere and whenever possible. And lately, Aemond had been obsessed with Lucerys taking pleasure from him: riding him, fucking himself on Aemond's cock, and more especially sitting on his face. This afternoon was no different, Lucerys was left shaking and gripping the headboard for support and Aemond all but gripped his thighs tighter for it.
Remembering their earlier activities was enough to make Aemond's cock twitch. Only the conversation that they had after killed any fun he thought they could have again–if Lucerys talking and Aemond half-heartedly listening was a conversation. Lucerys had mentioned the idea of marriage. Aemond's fucked out mind had short-circuited then and his already half hard cock immediately softened. Everything after the word, "marriage" was tuned out. Humming along and caressing Lucerys' cheek with a finger seemed to do the trick of him pretending to listen. After that, he excused himself with a kiss on Lucerys lips. He needed to hydrate, he said.
So here he was, listening to a song on his phone that perfectly described his situation. It made him laugh, the whole thing a live action of said song.
It was cruel yet he couldn't help himself as he sent Lucerys a link to the song, "Fahrradsattel."
Read. It said.
A minute passed...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Lucerys thundered across the flat, his feet a pair of war drums as he made his way to Aemond. Aemond knew a storm when it was coming. He did not care, however. No one could deny how hilariously fitting the song was. The laugh that he couldn't hide behind his drink seemed to only fuel Lucerys' wrath.
Lucerys' rage was visible from where he stood in the lounge, half naked in all his glory with only Aemond's boxers to protect him from the cold. His right hand clenching and his left clutching the phone still playing the song.
"You ugly fuck! You're nasty to the core! I bared you my desires in life and this is how you react?! I don't know why I stay with you, let alone entertain the idea of us marrying!" Lucerys had made his way from the lounge to the kitchen as he delivered his piece, heaving breaths by the time he finished, red in the face and his anger seemed to have made his hair even more of a mess–he was a sight to behold even in his frenzied state.
The small smile that never left Aemond's amused face throughout Lucerys' screaming was the final nail to the coffin as Lucerys all but cried out to him to get the fuck out his flat and never come back.