Thread: ugh

RE Lights in the North Nova's drabble Better Than His Own Hair pure smutfluff. Old but I want to gather all this in the same place. ---------- Robb Stark was hideously bored. Theon had gone off to the whorehouse and with his mother on some kind of warpath about the King and a fraction of his court arriving soon he didnt dare sneak out as well. Sure, he knew how to get out without being seen but it wasnt worth the blowup if he was caught. There had already been a terrific row when Arya had torn her new dress, and Robb fancied staying out of it as much as he could. Besides, he thought to himself as he slipped out of his room, There were other ways to enjoy ones self in the castle. Resisting the urge to giggle like an idiot, sneaking around had always amused him terribly Robb would slip into the room down the hall from his, locking the door firmly behind him. Quiet as a mouse, he would shed the simple long tunic he wore at night and crawl into the bed shoved against the wall. Jon would be long asleep the bastard was a little bit boring with that way that he always went to bed when he was told. No matter, Robb knew how to wake him. Pressing his naked form to Jons slightly smaller one, he would begin to nibble on Jons ear before being rewarded with an elbow to the chest. Quite forgetting himself, the eldest Stark boy would howl out his amusement. Get out of it Robb you bloody, Jon would pause when he realized Robb was naked, Presumptuous ass. It isnt being presumptuous if you always give in Jon, The blue-eyed boy would state as he ignored the others elbows and moved to sit squarely on the bastards hips. He pulled off Jons tunic as he moved, as amused as he always was by his lack of resistance. Ignoring the way Jon scowled up at him in favour of examining his lovely chest, Robb would smile as appreciatively as he always did. Gods, youre lovely, he would mumble before leaning in to take the bastards full lips in his own. Robb adored the way it felt to kiss Jon, he was as yielding as any girl, but at the same him every part of his body was so strong and thoroughly masculine. Before long, the expert way he moved his lips and tongue had the poor bastard panting and squirming beneath him, just the way that Robb liked him best. With a cheeky grin, the Stark boy would move his head back, cock twitching at the sight of a rope of saliva breaking between their mouths as he moved away. Settling back on Jons thighs to admire his handiwork surely a blushing bastard counted as a work of art, Robb would stare for so long that Jon would admonish him not to be such a fucking tease. As you wish, Grinning like the cat that got the cream, the auburn-haired young man would tangle a hand in Jons thick, dark curls and pull the boys mouth towards his waiting dick. Shifting back on the bed so Jon could kneel between his spread legs, Robb would wonder if it was possible to enjoy the boys petulant look more than he enjoyed the feel of his thick lips on his cock. No , he thought to himself, moaning loudly when Jon finally took him into his mouth, nothing was quite as good as this . His hand would remain in Jons hair he enjoyed that small feeling of control he got from setting the pace. Using his other hand to prop himself up on the bed, he would enjoy watching Jon swallow every damned inch of him. Fucking fantastic, Robb groaned, pushing his hips up, So fucking good. Marveling at the fact that Jon was a Gods be damned fucking natural at sucking cock, he would quickly settle into a pace that suited him and then be quick on his way to cumming. He finished in Jons mouth tonight, the feeling of the bastard swallowing it was enough to make his eyes roll back with pleasure. Entire body humming with that pleasant buzz that accompanied an orgasm, Robb would look down at the bastard lazily before grinning. Thanks, Snow. Have a good night, eh? He moved as if he was going to get out of bed, and was already stifling laughter when Jon shouted at him and wrestled him to the thick fur rug beside the bed. Before long they were both biting their bottom lips to hold back their laughter as they panted and held one another. There were, of course, a million things wrong with what they were doing, but neither boy liked to dwell on it. It was so good when they were together, so simple and entirely uncomplicated. Jon loved Robb, Robb loved Jon, and there was nothing more to it. Didnt have to be. Smiling, Robb would indicate that Jon should take a seat on the edge of his bed before crawling in an almost catlike manner between the bastards legs. Jon was always achingly hard for him, and the blue-eyed boy smiled as Snow shuddered in that familiar way while he used his mouth on him. He started with his tongue, getting the boy fully wet before swallowing him whole. Robb knew it wouldnt take long, the bastard always bloody lost control with him. Always. Right as usual, the Stark boy would gurgle happily as he swallowed Jons seed, taking great care to suck out every drop after. As he stood, he would notice the boys back was flat on the bed arms sprawled out as he panted helplessly. Fucking perfect. Robb was already hard again, Gods bless his teenage years. Pushing Jon further up onto the bed, he would growl in the boys ear that it was his turn again, and resist the urge to chuckle when Jon whined a little about it. He arranged Snow on his back like he wanted him, placing a pillow under the boys hips for proper leverage. After spitting on his cock, which was still wet from the bastards earlier ministrations, Robb would wrap Jons legs around his hips as he gently guided himself into Jons arse. It was tight and heavenly as it ever was, and Jon would writhe and moan appreciatively when Robb shifted his hips so his cock would rub against that spot in the bastard that made him cry with every thrust. Their lovemaking was slow and languid up until the end, when Stark begged Snow to cum with him, moving his hips faster and wrapping one slightly calloused hand around the others cock. They were kissing when they both erupted soon after, each boy swallowing the others moans. They took their time cleaning up, stopping every so often to simply cuddle, touching one another like old lovers did. Robb hated to leave Jon, and he knew the bastard hated to watch him go, but there was nothing to be done about that. After a peek into the hallway he would slip out, soon collapsing in his own bed. ----- The next day was as busy of the rest of them, and none of the older boys were excited to hear theyd be made presentable for the Kings arrival. Still, Robb had to admit he loved the way Jon looked at him when he asked why his mother was so dead set on them getting pretty for the King. Theon interrupted with something about the Queen, which made him comment on the right royal prick of a prince that was coming. Think of all those southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick. But Robbs mind wasnt on Theon, it was on the way that Jon watched Tommy stroke his jaw, checking if the Stark boys face was smooth. Smiling, Robb would stand, nudging Jon to take his seat. Go on, Tommy. Shear him good. Robb smiled knowingly, Hes never met a girl he likes better than his own hair.