Warning: sorta exhibitionism, light smut, no real detail
You and Aegon ii Targaryen fucking on the iron throne, cool, stern metal causing little bruises on your skin, both ending up looking absolutely disheveled by the end. Thank the gods you finished when you had because within minutes guards would begin pouring in before court.
You'd jump up and fix your clothes, turning to your king to fix his hair a bit. His fingers rubbed over your shoulder to fix the collar of your dress. The rush of nearly being caught would get you both every time.