How Jaime had come to end up in the bed of Viserys Targaryen was unknown to him... As was the fact of why he enjoyed the events of the previous nights so much. He had killed the Viserys' father when he was only a boy and now he was bedding him. It was certainly a strange occurrence.
Jaime looked over at Viserys, grinning as the morning light touched on his sliver hair and lit up the room with a soft, white metallic glow. "Goodmorning..."
Viserys' eyes fluttered open, the purple of his irises adding a silver light to the already part silver room. "Goodmorning, Jaime...", he grinned and ran a finger up his chest.
Jaime gently took his hand and planted soft kisses on his palm, a small, teasing smirk playing at his lips. "That was certainly a good night as well," Jaime pulled him closer and wrapped an arm around him, one hand trailing to his rear and giving it a light squeeze.
A light giggle escaped him as he straddled Jaime and planted passionate, fiery kisses along his neck. "Oh it was... Now I'm prepared to give you an even better morning...," he smirked and trailed his thin, long fingers and strong hand down his stomach and grasped his length, slowly moving his hand up and down.
He groaned loudly then pushed him back onto the bed, a large smirk playing at his lips as he flipped him over and licked his lips. "Please. Allow me..."
"Oh. Please do," he turned his head and grinned at him.
He winked and then gently began to grind into the man placed in front of him. A large grin crossed his lips as he felt Viserys tighten around his length.
"F... Fuck," a groan escaped him as he lunged forward slightly.
"Now now... I've only just begun!," he chuckled and and thrust into the back of him again, his hand slowly trailing up his back and to his hair, giving it a gentle tug.
"No... T- touching the... Hair!," Viserys managed to say in-between moans. It seemed that he could not contain his moans no matter what he did.
"I'll do what I like...," Jaime smirked and pulled Viserys back on his length and let out a loud moan which he managed to silence by biting his lip.
He pushed back against him, their moans now synchronised in both length and sound.
"Gods...," he thrusted harder, deeper and more powerfully into him, a wide grin playing at his lips as he shut his eyes and soon found himself releasing into Viserys and filling him with some slightly oozing out and onto his tip.
"Fuck!," he arched his back at the feeling and pulled away from his front then laid back onto the soft feather bed, pulling Jaime with him.
He chuckled and rubbed his nose against Viserys' before kissing him deeply. "Well... That certainly was a good morning."
He smirked and kissed him back, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh I'm glad to hear it. I hope there's many more to come, my little lion."
"As do I, my little dragon..."