Thread by @gardenofnineveh

Some 18 + #lucemond snacc for myself before I go 😴
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Synopsis: (Modern AU) The Blacks lose the inheritance battle. Lucerys cannot adapt to new lifestyle and finds Aemond the lawyer, who has casually handed his card after the verdict was read.

They lost. Utterly and completed destroyed. No one expected it, his mother the least. “Scoundrels!” She shouted as they, the once family split into two, exit the courtroom.

Alicent and Aegon had wrung them dry of any inheritance their grandfather had left.

Even the press couldn’t believe the outcome of the Targaryen inheritance case. “RHAENYRA TARGARYEN LEFT PENNILESS ON KL STREETS,” was the headline that day.

The reporters, who anxious to shove their lenses into their faces, must’ve made a pretty penny

Lucerys thought. Indeed, everyone in the world seemed to have benefitted from the latest episode of their family drama. Except them, their little family of Mama, Daemon, and the 5 of them.

Rhaenyra cried her eyes out - her vision hazy for days afterwards

Her precious children were left with nothing, not even a college fund after she and Daemon paid the exorbitant lawyer fees.

And Lucerys hated - hated - how he had to pack his things in dirty cardboard boxes and leave his childhood home in shame.

He thought even the building, with lush green vines and canopies, laughed at them. Look at you, stray dogs, shoo, it seemed to have said.

They were no longer good enough. No longer able to live life the way they always knew it: boring and stupidly excessive

And it was all because of one man: Aemond Targaryen, his cyclops of an uncle. The dark horse on Alicent’s lawyer team who had swept both the emotionality of the jury and rationality of the judge in his favor.

“Your honor, consider…” Aemond’s preying words echo in Luke’s mind

His uncle, from whom he had taken his eye, cut through Luke’s life in a fatal stab.

Aemond, in his tailored 3-piece suit indulging in the riches that was supposed to be his…

Luke would take it back. He’d dry his mother’s tears. He wanted his old material life back.

And he was going to stop at no ends, Luke confirmed to himself as he stepped off the Uber. He opened his black umbrella.

T&R Law LLC. Aemond’s law office.

The rain struck against the pavement. Futile, yet persistent, Luke thought. Much like what he was going to do next.

“Nephew,” Aemond greeted as his secretary led Luke to his office. Full length glass windows. Spacious. Mahogany furniture. Organized rows and rows of books and documents. You get the picture.

Aemond was an important man. And his time was expensive.

“Please, sit,” Aemond said. He gestured gracefully to the leather seat across his office desk.

Lucerys sat down, taking care to not wrinkle the suit he couldn’t afford to send to the dry cleaners anymore.

“Would you like something to drink?” Aemond’s secretary asked, “Coffee perhaps?”

“A glass of warm milk,” Aemond chose for him. “What brings you here, nephew?”

As if you didn’t know I was going to visit, Lucerys complained internally. It was a royal pain

To get a time slot w THE Aemond Targaryen. It took many, many borderline harassing calls to his secretary for an hour slot.

“I come to know if we could… appeal our case… Yes, the inheritance. Or reach some amicable agreement.” Luke tried to hide his fear.

“Hmm…” Aemond pursed his lips, acting as though he was truly considering Luke’s proposal, “But I’m afraid the matter has been thoroughly settled. In court.”

“Aemond,” Lucerys took a deep breath, “Uncle, please.”

I’m a afraid not was the look he got from Aemond.

Lucerys’ voice rose, yet quivered, “You… There must be something we can do. To work out… this situation. Else, you wouldn’t have agreed to meet me.”

Aemond smiles, the sly attorney’s smile in that gotcha moment, “Indeed. You are a lot smarter than I thought, Luke.

Please, it wasn’t meant to be offensive. I was just simply trying to express my joy for… cutting to the chase so quickly this time.” Aemond rested his chin on his hands.

Yes, Lucerys thought, perhaps things would’ve turned out very differently if he hadn’t been so high&haughty

6 months ago.

Fate was always a strange and mysterious thing, bringing together two fated childhood enemies after years of separate lives.

It was another pouring day like this, raining piercing the soggy grass of the cemetery like needles through flesh, that they had met again.

At Vizzy T’s funeral, Lucerys furrowed his brows and curled his lips in disgust at the sight of the one-eyes Aemond for the last time they saw each other Aemond was an awkward hs student while Lucerys was already a budding model.

He should’ve known better, Lucerys berated himself. Aemond had returned as a tiger, ready to pounce on his unsuspecting prey.

Luke remembered how during the wake Aemond had the brief opportunity to pull him aside. He gave Luke his card. “In case if you ever need it” were his

Accompanying words.

Lucerys took one glance at the card (Aemond was some lawyer desperate for business was his first reaction, a fatally wrong one indeed) and strutted away. Ugh, he was not interested in helping a struggling relative.

As the family lined up to bid Viserys their final goodbyes, Lucerys could feel Aemond, who had somehow managed to line up behind him, brushing his fingers against Luke’s thighs.

Luke tried to ignore it, but by then, Aemond was already feeling up his ass.

Fuck. He had heard rumors that his uncle swung the other way, but wtf he was so thirsty that he was groping his own nephew at his own father’s funeral?!

“What the fuck was that?!” Lucerys shouted at Aemond, slamming down his phone for emphasis.

“What the fuck was what?” Aemond was leaning against a railing, lighting a cigarette. Nonchalance.

“You were feeling me up back there!”

Aemond turned to face the furious Lucerys. “The number is on the card if you want to proceed further,” Aemond whispered, each syllable

Tingling Luke’s senses.

“We can work something out,” Aemond had Lucerys caged between himself and the railing, “You know, I can provide legal counsel for you, esp since we both know that this is going to get dirty”

Lucerys slapped Aemond across the face. “I would take your other eye if you dared lay your filthy hands on me again,” Luke said and walked out.

Now, sitting in Aemond’s office, Lucerys regretted each and every single one of his decisions that fateful day.

He could’ve just fake flirted w Aemond. He was good at at. He did it numerous times before w men of worse material than his uncle.

He could’ve gotten Aemond retained for their side. That would’ve fatally wounded Alicent and Aegon’s claim.

He could’ve … would’ve … should’ve

Lucerys will never understand why he didn’t. Didn’t flirt with his awkward uncle then and there. It’s not like he hadn’t slept w men before. (In fact, one night stands were the regular condiments to his otherwise rich and boring life.)

Lucerys grips the seat, “What can I do,

Uncle.”

Aemond crossed his left leg over his right. “You know the answer don’t you, nephew?”

Aemond stood up and walked around his desk. “I’ve always wonder if it’s as exciting as some of my colleagues say…” He trailed his index finger down Luke’s tie.

“What do you want?” Lucerys’ pupils widen in uncertainty, “Office sex? Is that what you want? If we fuck right here and right now, will you consider…”

“Helping your mother? Deal with inheritance behind closed doors? Possibly. But I don’t think you are in a position to ask,taoba

On your knees and let me see how far you are willing to go. Then we can talk.”

Lucerys swallows. He had already lost his pride, falling in one night from KL’s most beloved socialite to a homeless boy. Everything was stripped from him.

Luke dropped on his knees.

He works his way, unzipping Aemond’s trousers.

“Slowly, I want to see the whole show,” Aemond demands.

Lucerys glared at the tall man, foreign and menacing, as he bit down on the zipper in one swift pull. Challenging the authority even in his misery.

Aemond was half-aroused.

Lucerys closed his eyes and experimentally lapped at the Aemond’s cock through his briefs. Submissive, just what would satisfy a maniac like Aemond.

When Aemond sigh, Luke knew it was time to proceed further and used his teeth to grip the band of Aemond’s briefs.

Taking extra care to not accidentally scrape Aemond’s duck his teeth, Lucerys was successfully greeted by a soft whack on his button nose. Courtesy of tiny Aemond ofc.

Luke licked his lips. His uncle was only half-hard as he took him into his mouth, enveloping 🍆 in his lips

Lucerys bobbed his head, working his lips and tongues up and down Aemond’s cock. He took care to wrap his lips around his teeth and took care to work his tongue along the veins and 🍄 tip.

Aemond’s cock began to fill his mouth and throat.

“Your mouth is soft and warm, just like how I imagined it,”Aemond said as he stroked Luke’s left cheek. “You know,” he stops himself, “You don’t know but my first wet dream was about you, Luke. My first cum was from my thinking that I had fucked your ass.”

“Ever since then, I’ve always dreamed of you, of touching you, kissing you,” Aemond chuckles, “fucking you. Have you ever felt the same?”

Lucerys ignored Aemond. All Luke could currently think of is to bob his head in a steady rhythm, so Aemond could release quickly and Luke can protect his own throat.

“Of course you haven’t!” Aemond suddenly clenches Luke’s hair and pulled him towards the glass windows.

“You didn’t think I was good enough. NONE of you thought I was good enough! But look now, Luke. I want you to look at that window and see your slutty reflection thirsting for my dick. See how the whole city will see that I’ve been fucking you. Everyone will know about us, Luke.

Don’t you like that? You little slut, wasting your body for men who don’t deserve you.”

Aemond gripped Luke’s skull with his hands and thrusted into his throat. Tears popped like pearls from Lucerys’ eyes. He had never been treated like this, not during sex.

He was always the spoiled one: his past partners would dote on him, eat him well, stretch him full, praise him that he’s the best boy. Whenever he didn’t feel like it after foreplay, he’d brush away their dicks, put on his clothes, and walk out of the hotel room like a runway.

Luke had never been treated like a fucking fuckdoll before, and he couldn’t help but wallow in some self-pity as Aemond fucked his mouth again and again. Over and over. Without regard of his pleasure. Without regard of his feelings.

The salty precum dropped down Luke’s throat. Another trail of saltiness fed into his mouth from his own eyes.

Aemond was fucking his face. Aemond was fucking his face in front of the whole city. Soon, Mama, Jace, Joff… everyone will know what

Lucerys Velaryon did to get back into his pampered lifestyle of Chanel bags and dishing hags.

“Fuck, Luke,” Aemond moans, his pale skin flushed pink. “I’m… Ummmm”

Knock, knock.

“Hi, Mr. Targaryen,” Aemond’s secretary said, “this is the milk for Mr. Velaryon. Oh, where is he?”

“He’s… he’s gone to the bathroom,” Aemond mustered.

“Oh, well. You do look awfully red, Mr. Targaryen. I hope if not a fever and you’re taking care of yourself.”

“No…” Aemond gasps. Lucerys was proud of himself for deep throating Aemond at the best moment. “It’s just the heater,” Aemond continued.

“Oh, really? I thought this room was a bit cold before.”

“Well, they must’ve fixed it. Would you mind, Lucy?”

“Not at all. You know how to reach me if you need me,” Aemond’s secretary Lucy said as she left the room (I swear the room felt cold, she mumbled).

“Taoba, aren’t you a naughty one,” Aemond hissed.

Aemond was sweating profusely, droplets of sweat colored his forehead and neck much like the rain to the windows outside. A constant drip and drip as Lucerys lapped at the cockhead and coddled it in his delicate throat.

Lucerys was taking his time teasing Aemond’s cock.

Hidden beneath Aemond’s mahogany desk.

“Well, I must say Luke… Ha… you have quite the talent for… Ah…oh! Sucking cock,” Aemond barely managed to get out. Gone was the smooth and eloquent Aemond of the courtroom.

“But as a lawyer, I must remind you that

My free consultation ends in about five minutes, and I’d have to start charging you by the clock then,” Aemond said as he wound up a timer on his desk.

Lucerys furrowed his eyebrows. Fuck Aemond for always getting the upper hand, he thought, as he sucked the cock and toyed w the

Balls. Fuck Aemond for being so big. Fuck Aemond for being so hard. Fuck Aemond was lasting so long that his lips hurt and mouth hurts and knees hurt. Fucking everything hurts.

And Aemond wasn’t cumming!

Fuck it, Luke thought. He’d stopped low enough.

Another level lower was nothing: “Fuck my face, uncle. I want your cum in my slutty mouth.”

Fuck was all Aemond could say before pumping his hard cock in and out of Luke’s mouth.

“Your mouth is another pussy for my dick,” Aemond said before releasing himself into Lucerys’ mouth

Luke rolls his eyes back in relief as Aemond cums into his throat. The timer was just set off. A buzzing ring cutting through the high of sex.

Aemond slouched back into his chair as Lucerys lay a mess on the floor with white ropes of cum dropping down his chin.

He instinctively palms his own cock through his trousers.

Fuck, Lucerys thought for the hundredth time today, his suit was ruined with dried sweat and cum.

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And fuck, his dick was hard from blowing his uncle’s dick.

FIN.

(Part 2 same AU, maybe? Wdyt?)

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