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The moment Theon walked back into the Lorde’s chambers of Casterly Rock he decided that the bed they slept on the previous night was way too comfortable for them not to take advantage of it, especially considering that what was waiting for them in the next days or weeks was riding and sleeping on bedrolls.
A rapid glance to Robb confirmed that he was thinking about the exact same thing if the shade his cheeks had turned was something to go with. Theon would have never admitted it, but he found it cute that the King in the North, who proved himself to be a fierceful strategist and leader, would blush at the idea of sharing a bed with him. Not that it was the first time, or it would be the last one if Theon had any saying in that.
But they didn’t have all the time in the world, yet, and Theon didn’t want to spoil that kind of mood with saying something extremely dumb so he just smirked at Robb, walking closer and letting a hand brush in his curls, his sea-colored eyes fixed on Stark’s full lips as if he wanted to make extra sure about what he wanted.
It was clear that Robb was dying on his feet at that moment, considering the shaking breathing and the fact that it took him an excruciating long time to let his tongue wet his lower lip.
“What’s wrong, Stark?” Theon asked, whispering against his lips, leaning closer, but not completely annulling the distance between them. “I thought you wanted to make good use of this huge, soft bed.”
His right hand, the one which wasn’t still playing with the strands of hair at the nape of Robb’s neck, brushed absentmindedly against his crotch to get the confirmation that yes, the King in the North was definitely interested in what Theon was saying. Not that he would have expected otherwise. What he didn’t expect was for the barely-there growl like moan that escaped his lips when Theon’s hand palmed his visible erection.
His eyes were already all pupils, when he finally opened them to look at Theon and he would have lied if he said that sight alone wouldn’t have been enough for him to get half-hard. Robb was a fucking work of art, especially when he looked this close to lose control.
“I was thinking,” He said, his hands holding on Theon’s waist. “What if you wore your crown, Your Grace.”
He didn’t expect that either, and he knew Robb could read it all over his face considering that he was feeling his own eyes getting wider at the request. To try and hide what reaction those simple words had on him, Theon finally closed the distance between their lips, claiming Robb’s in a passionate kiss as he pushed his own hips against his leg to let Stark realize how good of an idea he just had. He wanted to make sure that Robb got the clue of what hearing him calling Theon Your Grace was doing to his cock, never mind that Greyjoy was more than sure that his father would have never approved of the use he was about to do of his precious driftwood crown.
Not that he was going to think about his father while he was moving them around so that Robb’s legs were pushed against the bed and he could just let fall on it all without them breaking the kiss in the meanwhile. It was only when they both were breathless and the position made it difficult to go on that they finally parted.
Theon let his thumb trace the vein down from Robb’s neck, stopping on his shoulder and slightly opening his shirt in the process all while the other man was following each of his movements with his lips half parted, and his eyes so filled with pleasure Theon wondered how it was even possible. He wasn’t going to ask that while he had other ways to keep himself busy, though.
“Gods,” He whispered, moving back to reach the desk on which they kept their crowns trying not to take his eyes off his lover. “You look perfect like this.”
“I’d look more perfect with you on top of me,” Robb said, and while coming from everyone else it would have sounded a lot like teasing, there was something completely honest about the way he said that much.
Theon took his crown without even thinking a second more about it and then walked back where Robb was, smirking down at him. “I will, but can you get those clothes off you, first?”
“As you wish, Your Grace,” Robb eagerly replied, already making a quick job of everything until he was completely naked, his hips slightly buckling up when he had to take off his breeches and smallclothes.
Theon sucked at his lips. Robb was already hard, not all the way but definitely hard enough that he might crave some friction and knowing him, he was well aware that if he wanted to drag it as long as they could - and he meant it when he said he was going to make good use of the bed - he had to take care of that. Not that he would have complained.
“You can come whenever you want,” He said, brushing with the fingers of his right hand against Robb’s lips. He opened them immediately, without even needing any kind of prompt, and started to suck on two of them. “But, you can’t touch yourself. I want to see how many times I can make you come.”
Robb moaned around his fingers at the idea and buckled his hips slightly up to meet Theon’s left hand which was lazily hovering just below his waistline. Theon smirked down at him, letting his left hand take a handful of Robb’s asscheek and being rewarded by a other-wordly moan which sent a spike of pleasure up from the King of the Iron Islands’s fingers right to his crotch.
Robb closed his eyes, trying to tilt his head back in the little space between the mattress and his body and at that Theon let go of his ass just to slap him, not hard enough to actually hurt, but not lightly either. And he was keeping particular attention to Robb’s cock while he did that, not to miss the way it reacted to said slap. Theon knew that his grin was borderline feral at that point.
“I want to look at your pretty eyes, while I do this,” He said, bending over to bite into the side of Robb’s neck and finally taking his fingers away from the other’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Was all of Robb retort at the request, and then he seemed to realize he said it out loud because he added: “Your Grace.”
Theon laughed against his heathen skin and then an idea crossed his mind. “Turn over.”
The King in the North complied rapidly enough, dragging himself up in the bed so that his legs were completely resting against the mattress. Theon was kind of sad that he couldn’t look him in the eyes, that way, but they had some time and there was something else he wanted to test out since Stark wouldn’t have asked.
He also knew he should have to look for some lamp oil before the night was over, but for now he could work with what he got, so he brushed his left hand on Robb’s asscheek before slapping him slightly harder than before. The effect was pretty much the same, with the difference that this time Robb wasn’t sucking on Theon’s fingers so the ironborn was half sure everyone on the same wing of Casterly Rock they were in could have heard the moan that left Robb’s lips.
“Gods, Theon,” Robb managed to say, his hips moving up, almost asking for more and Theon couldn’t help but to think that he needed to get naked soon or he would have ruined his clothes considering that he was well aware that he was more than half hard himself. His right hand, still wet in Robb’s saliva, started to trace the rim of his asshole and at that point he knew that Robb was closer than he thought but simply the way he basically pushed up to meet his fingers.
“You are being so good, Robb,” He whispered, finally letting one of his fingers inside of his ass, not going further than the first knuckle, knowing that, very likely, he wasn’t giving Robb what he wanted. But, again, it wasn’t like they were in a rush, not for that night, at least. “Do you remember what I told you, right? You can come, if you want.”
He leaned forward, pushing his still clothed chest against Robb’s back, to whisper the last words against his ear before taking his lobe between his teeth and biting it softly. And considering that they’ve been doing that for a while, he knew exactly how Robb worked and he wasn’t surprised when, a moment later, he stilled completely and then arched his back against Theon’s chest and came completely untouched all over the red and gold covers of Lord Tywin’s bed.
Theon smirked, holding him up against his body and using his other hand to stroke his cock through Robb’s orgasm. Once Robb opened his eyes again, Theon kissed him and helped him to turn on his back once again, throwing the ruined cover out of the bed before getting naked, the crown still placed on his head.
“Your Grace surely knows how to please a man,” Robb let out, just barely louder than a whisper. His auburn hair was plastered to his forehead, his eyes looked slightly unfocused and his cheeks were flushed, yet he was looking at Theon as if the King of the Iron Islands could feast on him and Robb would have also thanked him and that was definitely a look which did wonders to Theon’s cock. “Should I return the favor?”
“Later,” Theon said, smirking. He walked back to the desk and took some water from a pincher before pouring it in a cup, handling it to Robb. “I have other ideas, for now, and then we should be looking for some oil.”
Robb’s glance went from unfocused to confused and then, when he really understood what Theon meant, definitely interested. He emptied the cup and then leaned forward, his left hand wrapping around Theon’s wrist and dragging him closer, their lips meeting voraciously when the King of the Iron Islands sunk with his knees on the bed, his hard dick pushed against Robb’s.
Stark’s hands were all over his body and a part of Theon was only half aware of the fact that he had to keep himself from moaning, but he didn’t care. He let his right hand wrap around Robb’s cock and started to move it up and down, not too fast, but rapidly enough to feel his cock starting to get harder under his touch. He smirked, into the kiss, as his other hand cupped his balls and started to circle one of them, speeding up the pace just a bit.
Robb’s hands moved on his shoulders when he realized what Theon was doing and he could feel his nails digging into his muscles while his lover started to move his hips at the same rhythm of his hand. Theon wasn’t sure he would have been able to take in the sight longer with his own cock being neglected as it was.
He shook his head, repeating that he would have thought about that later, considering that Robb’s movement were starting to get more erratic and it didn’t take long for him to come all over again, this time not as strong as the first one, but still looking like a gift from the gods only for Theon’s eyes, all over his hand. The Greyjoy was half sure that he would have had bruises shaped like Stark’s fingers on his shoulder the next morning and had no idea how he managed not to come at the sight even if he could feel precome pooling between his legs by now and Robb was basically doing everything in his power to move his hips so that his thighs were against Theon’s cock and he knew it would have been his hands if only Theon have him the permission to touch.
“You’ll be the death of me, Stark,” He said, pinning him down so that he would just stop moving with his left hand while he took his right one back at Robb’s mouth. “Lick it off.”
He didn’t need to repeat it twice, Robb’s tongue started to run up and down the palm of his hand, cleaning it from his cum and Theon had to tear his eyes away because his cock was begging for release and why did he even have that idea? He knew it was something that always got Robb aroused, but still, every fiber of his body was asking him just to fuck the King in the North and it wasn’t like Theon was going to do something different.
When he dared to look back at Robb, he was absolutely wretched. His eyes were half open, his hair a mess and his chin was dripping with come and saliva in the same measure. Theon’s hand was sticky and wet and Stark didn’t seem satisfied enough with his work because he was running his tongue between his fingers before taking three of them in his mouth.
When he finally needed to breathe and had to let go on Theon’s hand, his lips were even more swollen and red.
“Oil!” Theon couldn’t wait any longer, and he knew that, at least, looking for it around the room would have taken a bit of the edge off. The last thing he wanted to do was to come the exact same moment he finally got to fuck Robb. Stark nodded, and Theon could see that he was not going to give any contribution in the quest, but it was probably because his legs would have given up the moment he put any weight on them.
Luckily Lord Lannister kept some ointment in his rooms, Theon didn’t really care what it was for, as long as it was in a vial used by the Maester and it was not poisonous, so he didn’t have to look for a long time, but it helped a bit with the situation in hand and when he went back to the bed he could stand the friction against his cock way better than before.
He opened the vial while he joined Robb back on the bed.
“I guess lying on that will still give you problems,” Theon said, pointing at Stark’s shoulder. The scar from the dart wasn’t as red and angry as it had been the first time they shared a bed after the Twins, but Theon saw how he flinched every time he put his armor on and he didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for Robb. He looked down, almost ashamed, and then he shook his head.
“I mean, I can keep my back against the headboard,” He suggested, pushing himself back and honestly Theon thought that it was the worst moment possible to have that conversation but they needed to. He also didn’t want to kill all of the mood, so he nodded.
“Just tell me if it hurts,” He decided to set for, and a moment later Robb was throwing him a shit-eating grin which was so uncharacteristic of him.
“Will do,” He said, moving back on the bed until he was resting his back against the headboard. “Your Grace.”
Theon had to remind himself that they were doing all of that because Robb’s shoulder hurt and so he couldn’t drag him by the feet and fuck him into the mattress, but yeah, he definitely loved to be called like that when Robb was naked.
So he dipped his fingers into the vial until they were oily and wet and then smirked, while looking at Robb who was looking at him with his blue eyes so wide and almost completely all pupils and when Theon got closer he just spread his legs.
Theon’s left hand went immediately to hold his right ankle, keeping most of the weight of the leg up while he let two fingers of his right one slip through the rim of Robb’s asshole. A part of him wanted to take it slow, but another knew that he was playing with fire and he could just last that long while being so hard. And Robb wasn’t doing anything to make it easier.
He could feel the walls of his ass clenching around his fingers and when he scissored them Robb moaned once again, his lips finding Theon’s and biting into his lower lip.
“Fuck,” He almost screamed, once Theon added a third finger, pushing them all deeper inside of Robb. “Gods Theon, fuck!”
“Getting there,” Theon answered, and then he bent his fingers and started to hit to that sweet spot of Robb’s and he didn’t expect for him to come all over their chests considering everything but when he did Theon didn’t waste any time and pushed himself back on his knees, gaining a displeased growl from Robb, stoked his cock a couple of times so that it was covered in oil, and then started to push inside of him.
Robb moved his hips so that he took all of Theon’s length inside of his arse and after a moment when he grew accustomed to the feeling, he rolled his hips once again, his heels tangling in each other behind Theon’s back, dragging the King of the Iron Islands closer and deeper inside of him.
It was a weird position, Theon had to admit it, while he was also trying to keep himself up on his arms without putting too much weight on Robb’s legs or hips where the other wounds were clearly visible, but, after some moments, he found an angle which allowed him to move without being afraid of hurting his lover, and then simply let go on any thought which might have crossed his mind.
Robb felt amazing around him. Theon would never cease to think about that, didn’t matter how many times they shared a bed, and he was looking at him with those wide eyes filled with pleasure, his lips half opened and his right hand in Theon’s hair, moving his nails against his scalp in a way which made the ironborn see the star.
Theon moved back almost completely and once again the noise which left Robb’s lips was so disappointed that he couldn’t help but chuckle against Stark’s hot skin, there where he was tracing with his tongue the line of the muscles on his chest, stopping only to nibble at Robb’s left nipple, barely below the dart scar. When he thrusted inside of Robb once again, he did so making sure to hit the same sweet spot and he knew he managed to because Robb was yelling nonsense interrupted by Theon’s name over and over again so loud everyone in the castle would have probably known, by now.
Not that he cared. Or not that Robb seemed to care. The eternity of Theon’s world was reduced at the warm and tight walls of Robb’s ass and his eyes and his face, shining with sweat and those lips he didn't seem to be able to let go for longer than some moment. And when Robb rolled his eyes back to the ceiling and stilled completely in his arms, coming once again almost completely dry, Theon knew that he was done holding back.
He knew that, by now, whatever kind of pace he was trying to keep was completely gone, he was almost shaking as he kept thrusting into Robb’s ass, his hands going under his waist to keep him angled up enough until it became too much.
“Robb,” He growled, and was pretty much all of the warning he could give before coming inside of him, throwing his head back and trying to keep thrusting through his orgasm.
Only once he was completely spent he slit out of the King in the North and forced himself to get up and find some cloth to clean the both of them. Robb was barely awake by the time he reached him, brushing the war water against his spent cock. Once he was over and got himself as clean as he could, Theon lied at Robb’s side and whispered in his ear: “Gods, you’ve been amazing.”
Robb turned to look at him, his eyes unfocused and a bright and satisfied smile on his lips and wrapped an arm around his waist, dragging him closer. “I love you.”
Theon loved him too, but was glad when Robb closed his eyes and didn’t hear him saying that back. Somehow, he was afraid saying it oil loud would have ruined something.