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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E  

- all characters must be from george r. r. martin's a song of ice and fire's series or the hbo adaption game of thrones
- leave a pairing in the comments, along with an accompanying kink - eg jaime/cersei, voyeurism, theon/robb, oral.
- graphics and fanart are also accepted
- no hate pleeease, we don't all love the same ships but let's not bash because of it :)
- multiple fills are encouraged

SEE: asoiafkinkmeme

hear me roar: Game of Thrones --> king in the northmagisterequitum on March 17th, 2012 12:04 am (UTC)
Theon/Robb - blowjobs
Maria: Morgana1eccentricsimply on March 17th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)
It wasn't on his plans.
It's not really his intention to drag Robb to his room while the rest of the castle is asleep.

Theon wasn't planning on gripping his arms tightly while he shoved his tongue inside Robb's mouth, the two of them still on the hallway when that happened.

And damn him if he was actually considering getting a grab on Robb's dick beneath his trousers while he managed to get the other one on the doorknob to open it, almost stumbling as they finally got inside his room with the door being closed as soon as they were in.

It was all Robb's fault; the way he was licking his lips during dinner and biting his lower one while he had a conversation with Jon about the direwolves they had found and how the king was arriving in Winterfell soon. Theon tried - in vain - to pay attention on what he was saying but the only thing he could focus on was how his trousers were suddenly too tight.

What surprised him the most was Robb not fighting back. Instead, he was giving all he could to the kiss and Theon would never say the kid was a bloody virgin.

Robb stepped back, throwing his head against the wall while he tried to control his breathing, unsteady as it had never been. Theon took advantage of this situation and, with a sly smirk; he was on his knees, shoving Robb's trousers down and grabbing the base of his dick. Robb moaned loudly, his head being pushed strongly against the wall and Theon knew his eyes were closed.

Without waiting for any other sound of approval, Theon leaned forward; his lips closing around the head of Robb's cock while his tongue ran through the length. Robb's hand went to his hair, and Theon started to move, engulfing his cock in such a deft way that showed clear experience.

"Theon." Robb moaned, biting his lower lip after, knowing that he wasn't supposed to make any sound; how thick were the walls?
Theon pulled back, releasing Robb's cock for a moment and hearing complains.

"I want you to moan to me, Robb." He whispered, sending vibrations to his dick. "Don't refrain yourself."

With that said, Theon went back to what he was doing, this time taking Robb fully at first. As he requested, Robb moaned loudly, not exactly words but just some undistinguished sounds, which made him sound almost like an animal. Theon’s hand was holding Robb’s hips, while the other grabbed his balls, causing Robb to throw his head against the wall again, and Theon knew he couldn’t be far from coming; he was just a fourteen years old boy, after all.

No longer after that Robb came and, instead of pulling back, Theon stayed there, swallowing Robb’s come as if it was nothing but ordinary. Robb felt his knees letting him down and Theon’s grip on his hip was the only thing keeping him from falling. He lowered his head, looking down to dark eyes that stared him with pure lust.

“Your turn, Stark.” Theon said and, with a smile, Robb pulled him to his feet.

Edited at 2012-03-17 01:48 am (UTC)
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 17th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC)
Re: It wasn't on his plans.
YES OGOGODsfjdsgds
hear me roarmagisterequitum on March 18th, 2012 02:14 pm (UTC)
Re: It wasn't on his plans.
Ahhh! Yes!!!

Thank you!
Maria: Sansa1eccentricsimply on March 18th, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! It was my first time writing Throbb HAHHAH xD
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 19th, 2012 01:11 am (UTC)
And Theon was tired. He was sick of the pretences, of having to make a show of chasing after Sansa like the lecherous bachelor that he was so expected to be, he was sick of watching Robb purposely keep his distance all night, sick of pretending to be something he was not.