Laenor deciding to take Aemond to the skies on Seasmoke for the first time, so he can see and feel what he means to be a dragonrider. Mid-flight, Laenor gently pulls Aemond closer, urging him to sit in his lap for stability, a daring move. Aemomd, surprised but trusting, complies. Laenor’s arms wrap around him protectively, possessively, fingers lightly tracing the curve of Aemond’s waist. Aemond, on the other hand, can feel Laenor’s toned muscles, he can smell his delightful scent, and his heart pounds. He knows he is blushing, he feels like his cheeks and ears are on fire. This usually happens. It happens when he feels embarrassed or nervous. That’s okay. What he doesn’t understand is why he feels hot everywhere, all of a sudden, why his stomach is starting to hurt in the best way possible, why he is sweating if Seasmoke is flying fast and he is not lacking in breeze. He feels strange, but good. So good.