'𝑻HE ‍𝑨NVIL.'

@anogarlust he watches her hand snake around his shaft; every movement of hers seeming slow and hypnotic. like he's drunk by looking at her. it twitches below his pale, muscled and scarred abdomen, warming her grasp. "i will take it that i impress you?"

@anogarlust he had quietly expected her to. nonetheless watching her unfasten his breeches as those siren eyes stare into his soul. the fabric falls around his smooth, muscled legs. his bare, veined cock hangs before his thighs, swelling at the sight of her and in the open air.

@anogarlust he watches with bated breath as she slinks down before him, drawn in by those discolored eyes. it's like the glint of mischievousness remains nonetheless— or maybe he's overthinking it. "yes. exactly like that." nodding softly. "you can take off my breeches."

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ⠀⠀ ⠀ [ .. ] 𝔱rees in̳s̳t̳e̳a̳d̳ of g𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘. ㅤ ㅤ

damnable whispers.

@anogarlust "on your knees, first." he's quite good with his composure. most men fold themselves over for her beauty, and— by the gods— the temptation is there. his eyes wander as expected, admiring every inch of her perfect body.

@anogarlust "you." his hands slip down her lower back as he says it, shamelessly feeling her rear as he starts to succumb to this... desire. "i want you." he admits quietly.

@anogarlust it was... refreshing to hear that, for once. so often overlooked in the umbra of his older brother. her hot, tantalizing breath on his jaw as her plush lips are so close, the little hairs of his body standing in anticipation. "you know what i want."

@anogarlust it's hardly strung. like he was prepared to rest— because he was. he feels his insides burn with anticipation as she touches him so, watching her miscolored eyes. "if you wanted charisma, you have the wrong brother." he admits.

@anogarlust "i am glad you're so enthused." he says in response to her satisfaction. eyes looking her over, even in spite of the long, beautiful hair that concealed some of her. his arm slinks around her waist to pull her close, much unlike himself. often so prickly and avoidant.

@anogarlust "they're likely true." he huffs honestly, his chin tilting along with her beckoning finger. "yet i am here, aren't i?"

young baelor and maekar targaryen

Some feral Maekar wip #akotsk #maekartargaryen

@anogarlust "i hear things." he shrugs. that grace is charming him, as it does everyone in the realm. his eyes dart between hers and her lips.

@anogarlust "it is in line with the rumors i've heard. dark arts, they say." his voice is low as he's close, towering over her some. her allure is... intoxicating. yet he's trying to keep himself composed.

@anogarlust he's in nothing but breeches and a tunic already. stepping towards her across the carpeted floor, eyeing her naked, perfect curves. "do you think you are corrupting me? is that it?"

@anogarlust he turns, ensuring the door to the bedchamber is shut properly behind them. "and you will tell no one."

@anogarlust it was.

@anogarlust ...yes.