Heated comfort
Title: Heated comfort
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Samwell/Alliser
Rating: R
Words: 522
Summary: Sam comforts a broken Alliser, wondering just what could he have seen north of the Wall that left him so... shattered.
Warnings: Pretty much just plotless porn, continuation of my previous Samwell/Alliser drabble.
Knowing it was the middle of the night and the guards out there wouldn't disturb, Alliser laid on his back agains this bed and allowed the younger male to pull of the pants that kept him warm at night; that job was now passed on to Tarly. Only a fine piece of clothing and a few inches separated him from Throne's manhood, and he quickly puller the former out of the way, then he gasped and realized just what he was about to do.
He was about to have intercourse with ser Alliser Thorne. And not just that, it was the broken Throne, who had seen something horrible beyond the Wall and was now traumatized enough to let the kid he used to call Ser Piggy fuck him. Was he taking advantage of it? He knew Thorne wanted him just as much right now, but it still felt like he shouldn't do this.
"What are you waiting for?" Alliser's rough voice demanded, just like it did when he wasn't able to defend himself in the field.
Hearing the old Thorne in his voice gave him courage to keep on, perhaps because he hoped this would help him as well instead of traumatizing him even further. He got on top of Thorne's cock, which was at least two inches bigger than his own, and wrapped his warm mouth around it, up and down. He had never felt anything like it; Gilly's breasts had tasted quite different, this felt like... well, to be honest, Sam wasn't sure what to compare it to. It wasn't quite like anything he had tasted, but not entirely bad. And by Alliser's panting and expression, he could tell he was enjoying far more than expected.
Sam stopped sucking and got on his knees, starting to undo his pants. The bed resisted his massive weight, as he spread Thorne's legs apart and proceeded to enter him. His ass was hard and he could tell it pained him to allow access to his dick, from which he inferred it was the first time he was with a man. 'I guess that makes two of us', he thought. He pounded into him and Alliser clawed to the sheets of his bed, keeping his moan to a minimun as to not alert the people outside. It didn't take long before Sam could feel himself coming to his edge, so he removed his member to shoot his seed outside, releasing it on top of Thorne's chest. He worked on his own dick and soon was shooting his load as well.
They both panted, worn out from the sexual encounter. Sam took a moment to stabilize himself before getting the towel that he used for cleaning his injury earlier. Thorne silently took it and started cleaning himself, then proceeding to get dressed. Sam imitated him and got ready to leave once the towel was in his posession again.
"Tarly" Thorne muttered before he left, and he could tell that saying this was hurting him more than getting it up the ass. "Thank you."
"G-glad I could help, ser" Sam managed to mumble before leaving him.
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Samwell/Alliser
Rating: R
Words: 522
Summary: Sam comforts a broken Alliser, wondering just what could he have seen north of the Wall that left him so... shattered.
Warnings: Pretty much just plotless porn, continuation of my previous Samwell/Alliser drabble.
Knowing it was the middle of the night and the guards out there wouldn't disturb, Alliser laid on his back agains this bed and allowed the younger male to pull of the pants that kept him warm at night; that job was now passed on to Tarly. Only a fine piece of clothing and a few inches separated him from Throne's manhood, and he quickly puller the former out of the way, then he gasped and realized just what he was about to do.
He was about to have intercourse with ser Alliser Thorne. And not just that, it was the broken Throne, who had seen something horrible beyond the Wall and was now traumatized enough to let the kid he used to call Ser Piggy fuck him. Was he taking advantage of it? He knew Thorne wanted him just as much right now, but it still felt like he shouldn't do this.
"What are you waiting for?" Alliser's rough voice demanded, just like it did when he wasn't able to defend himself in the field.
Hearing the old Thorne in his voice gave him courage to keep on, perhaps because he hoped this would help him as well instead of traumatizing him even further. He got on top of Thorne's cock, which was at least two inches bigger than his own, and wrapped his warm mouth around it, up and down. He had never felt anything like it; Gilly's breasts had tasted quite different, this felt like... well, to be honest, Sam wasn't sure what to compare it to. It wasn't quite like anything he had tasted, but not entirely bad. And by Alliser's panting and expression, he could tell he was enjoying far more than expected.
Sam stopped sucking and got on his knees, starting to undo his pants. The bed resisted his massive weight, as he spread Thorne's legs apart and proceeded to enter him. His ass was hard and he could tell it pained him to allow access to his dick, from which he inferred it was the first time he was with a man. 'I guess that makes two of us', he thought. He pounded into him and Alliser clawed to the sheets of his bed, keeping his moan to a minimun as to not alert the people outside. It didn't take long before Sam could feel himself coming to his edge, so he removed his member to shoot his seed outside, releasing it on top of Thorne's chest. He worked on his own dick and soon was shooting his load as well.
They both panted, worn out from the sexual encounter. Sam took a moment to stabilize himself before getting the towel that he used for cleaning his injury earlier. Thorne silently took it and started cleaning himself, then proceeding to get dressed. Sam imitated him and got ready to leave once the towel was in his posession again.
"Tarly" Thorne muttered before he left, and he could tell that saying this was hurting him more than getting it up the ass. "Thank you."
"G-glad I could help, ser" Sam managed to mumble before leaving him.