My Theif (RPS)
Title My Thief
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Kit Harington/ Richard Madden
Disclaimer: This story is based on people who claim to be real but are far too pretty for their own good. I blame the fact that they both seem to like black leather jackets and veritas_st for being an enabler.
My Thief
“One of these days you’ll ask before you borrow my things?” Richard managed not to jump as a surprisingly loud voice floated toward him out of the apartment he’d thought was empty. He glanced around the corner and saw Kit sitting on the arm of the couch, smirking.
“I would have but you ran off with Alfie without saying. Again,” he responded as he moved back to the closet next to the front door. He fumbled for a hanger before giving up and tossing the black leather coat into the mess. It landed on top of the other coats and balanced precariously atop them.
“Is that jealousy I hear beneath that Scottish brogue, Madden?” Kit had managed to move from the couch to the wall across the hall without Richard noticing. He was leaned back against it, white shirt pulled low and tight as he crossed his arms over his chest. Richard tried to focus on closing the stubborn closet door instead of the way Kit’s sharp collarbone seemed to reflect the light hanging above them. He finally turned to face the shorter man and slid his hands into his pockets.
“It was cold,” he shrugged. Kit only cocked his head which exposed more of his neck. Richard shuddered slightly under the focus of those dark, dark eyes. “Still a bit chilly,” he lied.
“And now you’re changing the subject,” Kit dropped his hands and straightened up, pushing himself into Richard’s personal space. “You’re not really convincing me you’re not jealous.”
Richard shrugged again and hoped the burning in his cheeks wasn’t as noticeable a blush as it felt. Kit kept moving towards him and he took a few unconscious steps backwards until his back met the closet door.
“Are you jealous?” Kit whispered, leaning forward and up on his toes so that his words were breathed along Richard’s neck. The shorter man braced his hands on the door on either side of Richard’s shoulders and, as Richard’s hands were still in his pockets as Kit pressed into him, successfully pined the red head against the closet.
“Of course not,” Richard answered quickly. He stared past Kit’s dark curls and focused on the other wall. “No reason to be.”
“Good,” Kit said as he pulled back. Richard took a deep breath and was about to move past the other man when Kit grabbed his arms and slammed him back against the closet.
“For the record,” Kit said as he pressed more solidly against Richard, “I wouldn’t mind if you were jealous.” Richard could feel Kit’s fingers digging into his upper arms and wondered if he’d be bruised come morning. “I don’t mind you borrowing my things either.” Kit rotated his hips slightly against Richard’s and the taller man couldn’t help the low groan that slipped out. “In fact… I kinda like it.”
Kit’s hands slid down Richard’s arms slowly and the Scotsman could feel each fingertip like a pinprick of heat sliding along the skin exposed by his t-shirt. His breath caught as Kit ran his fingers all the way down to Richard’s before sliding them forward along his waistband, one hand tilting up under the thin shirt and the other dipping low into his jeans.
“You seem to like it too,” Kit murmured against Richard’s neck. He pulled back enough to undo the snap on Richard’s jeans before he pushed his hand farther down them, slipping easily past the waistband of his pants to brush lightly along his growing erection. His other hand wandered along Richard’s stomach and back around to his side. He relished the feeling of the other man’s muscles tensing below his fingers.
Richard pushes forward, trying to get more friction from Kit’s gentle grip, only to have the other man pull back again.
“Oh come on,” he grumbles. Kit is staring at him with a dark look on his face and Richard can’t decide if he’s frightened or turned on for a short second until his brain comes to a quick decision. Nope… definitely turned on.
“I want you to say it,” Kit says in a low voice. His hands have moved from their tantalizing positions on Richard’s skin to rest lightly on his wrists.
“I like borrowing your coat,” Richard said, managing a cheeky grin despite the fact that his blood was pounding in his ears. Kit’s fingers tighten their grip on his wrists and his grin grows wider.
“Not what I meant.” Kit is nearly growling now and Richard feels the tremor of his timbre all the way to his toes. He decides it’s time to push back.
“What is it you want, Harington?” he asks as he pushes his shoulders and hips forward, gaining the upper hand on the slighter Kit and forcing him to back step towards the opposite wall. He turns his wrists within the other man’s grasp and wraps his own hand around Kit’s forearms, dragging his hands to the wall above his dark curls. Kit’s laughs at the force behind Richard’s movements.
“Much better,” he says softly when Richard leans forward to nip at the neck that was so tauntingly on display.
“Do you want me to tell you that I always get jealous when you’re out with your friends?” Richard pushes his hips so hard against Kit’s that he can feel the lighter in his pocket. “Do you want me to tell you that I hate you coming back smelling like someone else? How about that I wore your jacket today because it reminded me of that first time, against the wall in the alley next to the pub? You tasted like beer and cigarettes and all I wanted to do was hear you cum with my fist around your cock.”
Kit moaned then, closing his eyes as he shifted to allow more friction on both of their hardons. Richard moved his hips faster as his words came out as gasps.
“I remember you begging me to let you cum and the way you moaned when I sucked on your throat while you ground against my thigh. The next day you had the biggest hickey and the way you blushed anytime someone asked about it made me so fucking hard.”
“Fuck this,” Kit said as he pulled his arms down out of Richard’s grasp and pushed his hands between their bodies. Richard took a halfstep back to allow him room to work both of their jeans open. He pulled his shirt up and off as Kit grabbed both of their cocks in one hand and wrapped the other around Richard’s neck, pulling him forward in a bruising kiss. What followed was quick and messy, spurred on by need and sweat and the growls and cursing quickly fill the normally quiet entryway. Richard can feel himself getting close so he breaks away from Kit’s lips and moves to his neck, sucking hard just below his ear. It pays off as the other man bucks against him, moaning as he comes with Richard quickly following.
“You’re a mess,” Richard smirks as he pulls away after a minute of post-orgasm basking and looks at the mess coating Kit’s hand and white top.
“Aye, but it’s your shirt.”
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Kit Harington/ Richard Madden
Disclaimer: This story is based on people who claim to be real but are far too pretty for their own good. I blame the fact that they both seem to like black leather jackets and veritas_st for being an enabler.
My Thief
“One of these days you’ll ask before you borrow my things?” Richard managed not to jump as a surprisingly loud voice floated toward him out of the apartment he’d thought was empty. He glanced around the corner and saw Kit sitting on the arm of the couch, smirking.
“I would have but you ran off with Alfie without saying. Again,” he responded as he moved back to the closet next to the front door. He fumbled for a hanger before giving up and tossing the black leather coat into the mess. It landed on top of the other coats and balanced precariously atop them.
“Is that jealousy I hear beneath that Scottish brogue, Madden?” Kit had managed to move from the couch to the wall across the hall without Richard noticing. He was leaned back against it, white shirt pulled low and tight as he crossed his arms over his chest. Richard tried to focus on closing the stubborn closet door instead of the way Kit’s sharp collarbone seemed to reflect the light hanging above them. He finally turned to face the shorter man and slid his hands into his pockets.
“It was cold,” he shrugged. Kit only cocked his head which exposed more of his neck. Richard shuddered slightly under the focus of those dark, dark eyes. “Still a bit chilly,” he lied.
“And now you’re changing the subject,” Kit dropped his hands and straightened up, pushing himself into Richard’s personal space. “You’re not really convincing me you’re not jealous.”
Richard shrugged again and hoped the burning in his cheeks wasn’t as noticeable a blush as it felt. Kit kept moving towards him and he took a few unconscious steps backwards until his back met the closet door.
“Are you jealous?” Kit whispered, leaning forward and up on his toes so that his words were breathed along Richard’s neck. The shorter man braced his hands on the door on either side of Richard’s shoulders and, as Richard’s hands were still in his pockets as Kit pressed into him, successfully pined the red head against the closet.
“Of course not,” Richard answered quickly. He stared past Kit’s dark curls and focused on the other wall. “No reason to be.”
“Good,” Kit said as he pulled back. Richard took a deep breath and was about to move past the other man when Kit grabbed his arms and slammed him back against the closet.
“For the record,” Kit said as he pressed more solidly against Richard, “I wouldn’t mind if you were jealous.” Richard could feel Kit’s fingers digging into his upper arms and wondered if he’d be bruised come morning. “I don’t mind you borrowing my things either.” Kit rotated his hips slightly against Richard’s and the taller man couldn’t help the low groan that slipped out. “In fact… I kinda like it.”
Kit’s hands slid down Richard’s arms slowly and the Scotsman could feel each fingertip like a pinprick of heat sliding along the skin exposed by his t-shirt. His breath caught as Kit ran his fingers all the way down to Richard’s before sliding them forward along his waistband, one hand tilting up under the thin shirt and the other dipping low into his jeans.
“You seem to like it too,” Kit murmured against Richard’s neck. He pulled back enough to undo the snap on Richard’s jeans before he pushed his hand farther down them, slipping easily past the waistband of his pants to brush lightly along his growing erection. His other hand wandered along Richard’s stomach and back around to his side. He relished the feeling of the other man’s muscles tensing below his fingers.
Richard pushes forward, trying to get more friction from Kit’s gentle grip, only to have the other man pull back again.
“Oh come on,” he grumbles. Kit is staring at him with a dark look on his face and Richard can’t decide if he’s frightened or turned on for a short second until his brain comes to a quick decision. Nope… definitely turned on.
“I want you to say it,” Kit says in a low voice. His hands have moved from their tantalizing positions on Richard’s skin to rest lightly on his wrists.
“I like borrowing your coat,” Richard said, managing a cheeky grin despite the fact that his blood was pounding in his ears. Kit’s fingers tighten their grip on his wrists and his grin grows wider.
“Not what I meant.” Kit is nearly growling now and Richard feels the tremor of his timbre all the way to his toes. He decides it’s time to push back.
“What is it you want, Harington?” he asks as he pushes his shoulders and hips forward, gaining the upper hand on the slighter Kit and forcing him to back step towards the opposite wall. He turns his wrists within the other man’s grasp and wraps his own hand around Kit’s forearms, dragging his hands to the wall above his dark curls. Kit’s laughs at the force behind Richard’s movements.
“Much better,” he says softly when Richard leans forward to nip at the neck that was so tauntingly on display.
“Do you want me to tell you that I always get jealous when you’re out with your friends?” Richard pushes his hips so hard against Kit’s that he can feel the lighter in his pocket. “Do you want me to tell you that I hate you coming back smelling like someone else? How about that I wore your jacket today because it reminded me of that first time, against the wall in the alley next to the pub? You tasted like beer and cigarettes and all I wanted to do was hear you cum with my fist around your cock.”
Kit moaned then, closing his eyes as he shifted to allow more friction on both of their hardons. Richard moved his hips faster as his words came out as gasps.
“I remember you begging me to let you cum and the way you moaned when I sucked on your throat while you ground against my thigh. The next day you had the biggest hickey and the way you blushed anytime someone asked about it made me so fucking hard.”
“Fuck this,” Kit said as he pulled his arms down out of Richard’s grasp and pushed his hands between their bodies. Richard took a halfstep back to allow him room to work both of their jeans open. He pulled his shirt up and off as Kit grabbed both of their cocks in one hand and wrapped the other around Richard’s neck, pulling him forward in a bruising kiss. What followed was quick and messy, spurred on by need and sweat and the growls and cursing quickly fill the normally quiet entryway. Richard can feel himself getting close so he breaks away from Kit’s lips and moves to his neck, sucking hard just below his ear. It pays off as the other man bucks against him, moaning as he comes with Richard quickly following.
“You’re a mess,” Richard smirks as he pulls away after a minute of post-orgasm basking and looks at the mess coating Kit’s hand and white top.
“Aye, but it’s your shirt.”