He waits until the camp is silent, the fires dying into dim embers, before he makes his move, stealing into the tent. His King is bent over a map, knuckles white against the wood, brow furrowed in concentration (or is it fear? he can never tell).
He must have made a noise because Robb looks up almost immediately, his eyes locking onto Theon's and there's something savage there, something of a wolf. Something of the North, he thinks but pushes the words away, always a reminder that he doesn't quite belong.
They stumble into each other, pushing and pulling fiercely, and Robb's hands aren't gentle when they grab his hair, exposing his neck to sharp teeth. He doesn't fight, he doesn't resist at all, letting Robb slam him to the floor, mouths still pressed tightly as though afraid of letting go.
His hand is quick to find Robb hard, sliding into his breeches and draging his fingers against him. The King's breath is hot on his neck as he pants and Theon's movements are slow, teasing (waiting).His hand is warm and wet
( ... )
He waits until the camp is silent, the fires dying into dim embers, before he makes his move, stealing into the tent. His King is bent over a map, knuckles white against the wood, brow furrowed in concentration (or is it fear? he can never tell).
He must have made a noise because Robb looks up almost immediately, his eyes locking onto Theon's and there's something savage there, something of a wolf. Something of the North, he thinks but pushes the words away, always a reminder that he doesn't quite belong.
They stumble into each other, pushing and pulling fiercely, and Robb's hands aren't gentle when they grab his hair, exposing his neck to sharp teeth. He doesn't fight, he doesn't resist at all, letting Robb slam him to the floor, mouths still pressed tightly as though afraid of letting go.
His hand is quick to find Robb hard, sliding into his breeches and draging his fingers against him. The King's breath is hot on his neck as he pants and Theon's movements are slow, teasing (waiting).His hand is warm and wet ( ... )
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HERE LIES LEAH, KILLED BY YOUR WORDS
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(good)
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