Top Harry Tales: Harry/Aegon II Targaryen(House of the Dragon)
Chapter Summary: Takes place before the dinner from hell, in episode 8. Harry has an offer for Aegon II.
"So… we all know this is headed towards war," Harry remarked, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. He looked out at the people around the table, all merchants and the like, seeing their mouths turn down in grimaces.
"Potter, let's not talk about it right now. We're famished and who cares about what the Valyrians do."
Heat gathered in the pit of his gut as the younger man under the table moved. Harry smiled faintly and reached down a hand to curl into the short curly silver hair, pulling on it lightly. The quiet moan that filtered up to his ears made him grin wider and slowly trail his fingers down Aegon's head to cup his neck. Aegon's skin was warm and soft, smooth, and he always enjoyed getting his fingers on him.
"Who cares," Harry echoed, tilting his head and then sighing as his cock hardened. His blood thundered in his ears and sweat prickled at his back. Aegon licked up his cock slowly, a little inexperienced but eager nonetheless. "We all know King Viserys is going to die soon. Mayhaps in the next moon. And the Hightowers…"
He took a bite of his food and swallowed fast enough that he didn't choke on it as Aegon reached up to grab his legs.
People glanced over to him and he shook his head idly, all innocent and naive. Nothing's wrong here. He glanced down under the table, meeting those violet eyes, pleading, needy, and lovely. Sweat was dripping down Aegon's forehead and his cheeks were bright red as he swallowed Harry down again, fitting his wet mouth around him.
Harry licked his lips at the sight and pulled him in even further, pleasure pricking at the base of his spine. He wondered what the men around the table would think of this but then again, he didn't care. And this sight. This sight was just for him and him alone. Aegon startled as Harry curled his fingers around his neck, holding him there. A whine left Aegon's throat as Harry squeezed, nodding in response to a question.
He heard the talk around the table continue, as people turned their attention from him and back to the business at hand. The weekly dinners he had started when he had arrived here were always loud and hectic, as people hashed out matters from security to lack of space in the city. To what the dragon mad Targaryens were doing.
No one knew though that he had a prince underneath him.
But this was the first time he had something to entertain himself with, or he supposed, someone. He ran his fingers through Aegon's hair then lowered his thumb down to where the younger man's lips were, brushing across the lower. Aegon's eyes fluttered shut as he sucked him, curling his tongue around the tip of his cock.
"But what about the fines at the docks?"
"Yeah, and the grain vendors from the Reach want a higher percentage."
As soon as everyone left, Harry made sure the big hall was empty, and rolled his chair back, hearing it screech loudly in the sudden quiet. Aegon followed him almost desperately, the slight bulge in his leggings obvious. He'd been hard the entire time and hadn't touched himself even though his leggings were wet with pre-come. "Good boy."
Aegon whimpered at the words, the blush on his cheeks reddening further. Harry tilted his head curiously and moved his foot slowly over Aegon's bent leg, seeing the other man's pupils blow wide so that there was no color left.
"You're mine, aren't you?" Harry whispered, pausing his foot at Aegon's knee. "I could do whatever I want to you and you'd still come to me."
Aegon's blush traveled from his cheeks to his ears, coloring the tips of his ears bright red.
"But no." Harry's voice roughened with desire as he snaked his foot up to Aegon's still clothed cock, hovering over it. "I want you just as much as you want me."
Aegon blinked up at him, his breath unsteady, the pulse point at his neck beating like a rabbit, and keened. Loud and raw as Harry pressed his foot against him, stroking him. Dug his heel in a little bit, rubbing against the fabric that covered Aegon's cock, seeing the younger man's fingers dig into his thighs and leave red marks.
"My little slut."
Those violet, now black, eyes closed like shutters as Aegon came with a shout, pleasure flooding his body, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Harry swore under his breath and bent down to scoop his lover up, sliding him up and onto his lap. Holding there as he shuddered and twitched, still coming, his mouth open. Tears pooled in his eyes as his body writhed with continued pleasure, and Harry curled his fingers into Aegon's. Feeling his hot skin shiver, as goosebumps rolled up his arms.
He leaned his forehead against Aegon's, thumbing over the tears that had fallen over his cheeks. "I got you, sweetheart."
"Such a good boy," Harry murmured roughly, squeezing Aegon's fingers in his and feeling him squeeze back even tighter.
"Am I?"
Harry blinked and looked down into Aegon's eyes, cupping his cheek. "Hmm?"
"Am I a good boy?" Aegon repeated, his voice low and lost, not looking Harry in the eyes. A few strands of silver hair fell into his face and Harry sighed quietly, pushing some of them off of Aegon's forehead. Aegon lazily blew the rest off with a puff of breath before leaning into his palm.
Harry grimaced at the words and watched as Aegon followed his movement with his eyes. "You are my good boy. And honestly, fuck everyone else. Except Sunfyre."
Amusement flickered in Aegon's eyes.
"Aemond and Helaena too."
Aegon's mouth twitched and a corner of it turned up in a half hearted grin. "You're biased though."
"You asked," Harry retorted, shrugging bemusedly. "Is this about what you overheard while you were keeping my cock warm?"
Aegon's cheeks turned just the slightest bit red at his blunt way of speaking. "No?"
Harry arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. I know," Aegon paused and burrowed his head into Harry's chest. "Mother and Criston keep on saying that Rhaenyra will have us all killed if she takes the throne. But I don't want it. I don't want it."
Harry curled his arms around Aegon's waist and stroked over his back, smoothing over a knot of tension. Aegon groaned as his muscles eased, as Harry's fingers dug into his skin.
"I want to be yours."
Aegon dug his fingers into Harry's shirt as if nothing could pull him away from him, making Harry tighten his arms around him.
Harry pressed a kiss to Aegon's forehead, leaving his lips there for a minute, for two. "I want you to be mine too. And in saying that… Perhaps… You know I came from another world, yes?"
"I remember. What does that have to do with me?"
"I could… take you, your brother and sister home with me," Harry offered finally, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down Aegon's cheek and eventually pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. "And your dragons. They'd come too. Obviously."
Aegon stiffened in his arms and blinked up at him, peering at him with wide eyes.
"Essos wouldn't work anyway. Everyone would come after you three. I mean… it could still work," Harry continued, thinking about it. "I suppose. But anyway. Think on it."
"You would do that for me? For us?" Aegon asked.
Harry reached down to tug on a silver strand of hair, seeing Aegon's breath hitch. "I love you, you daft man. Of course I would."
Aegon's mouth opened and closed before opening, tears filling his eyes again.
"You're not a pawn to me," Harry argued, putting some steel in his voice. "Think about it?"
AN: Happy New Year!
In this 'verse, Aegon has been Harry's for a couple years already. so no noncon has happened.