——— fingertips traced the contours of aegon’s sides, one hand pressing against his waist; drawing him closer to wrap him in his warmth. even in the morning, the damp, cold air seeped through the wide window frame ———. you can sleep.

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mh, no? ——— he had discovered that waking aegon was difficult, very difficult; getting him out of bed was an impossible task, and he had to bribe him with kisses and tender caresses. ran his hand down his bare back,

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hah, you would already wish. ——— jacaerys took a seat next to aegon; holding a chair by the backrest until he accommodated it right next to someone else’s, fingers captured the empty glass of the table, before deciding if he wanted to fill it or not.

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