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“Look who’s here,” Theon hears coming from his left, and he slowly breathes out before turning and facing Ygritte.
He had sort of hoped she wouldn’t notice him, but he should have known better. Of course she would. It’s her club, she would pay attention to who walks in.
“Hi,” he answers, trying to keep it as cool as possible. Maybe she won’t realize how nervous he actually is, even if he doubts it. After all, she wouldn’t be good at her job and she wouldn’t own a bloody BDSM club of all things if she didn’t notice that kind of thing. And the fact that she knows him won’t help at all, here.
On cue, her eyes narrow at once and her lips move into a thin line. “Listen, it’s not that I want to lose a customer, but considering what happened the last four times you came here, considering what I know from what went on before then, and considering that you’re tense as a live wire, are you really sure you should be here of all places?”
Damn it.
Now he has to try and explain her that yes, he’s perfectly aware that out of the last four times he was in this joint, three were with jerks he didn’t search out for more than a couple times each and the fourth was with a guy who’s currently banned from the premises on account of what happened to him.
“For real. Aren’t you sure you shouldn’t try something vanilla for a while? It’s not even been half a year,” Ygritte presses.
“As if I didn’t try,” Theon sighs. He’s not sure of how to put into words, but - well, if he wants to get properly laid tonight he’s going to have to pass through her screening. “Listen, it just - it doesn’t work. I mean. I can do it, but I don’t like it.”
Ygritte thankfully doesn’t ask him to clarify that, because he surely didn’t like anything that went on between him and Ramsay either, but maybe she did realize that he meant that vanilla just doesn’t do much for him. It never did. If it did, he’d have a lot less problems in his life, for that matter.
She stares at him for another moment, then she gives him a sharp nod.
“Fine. I can respect that. But I also don’t want to find myself with another situation like Bolton on my hands.”
“I don’t think there are many other situations like Bolton walking around here.”
“Good point, but - frankly? Theon, you have horrible taste. Or horrible luck, but I can’t remember one time when you picked someone who actually was what you wanted. Or needed. Or both.”
“I don’t even pick them, for that matter.”
“Ah, right, you’re some magnet for assholes, that’s not the point.” If only she were joking. She’s not. “So, since I own this joint, I have a proposition for you.”
“What? Don’t say I should hook up with you.”
“Please. I’m not the kind of person you need,” she snorts. “I meant, I’m not kicking you out and telling you to give yourself another few months before coming back into the scene, but I’m picking the guy for you.”
“What - come on, there’s no need for that.”
“Actually, there is. You need someone responsible, not an asshole, and since for some reason you never go search for the responsible people, or they never find you, I’m taking the liberty of speeding up the process. Listen, if you just want to get laid and you don’t care about the rest then what do you have to lose?”
Fine. That’s a good point. And he can probably trust her more than he could trust half of his relatives. Still.
“I don’t need a babysitter, all right? I can pick someone all on my own.”
“No one said you needed a babysitter, but you do have crap taste in partners, so let me disagree on the second part of that statement. Actually… just wait.”
She puts her elbows on the bar. “Jon! Can you come here a moment?”
Jon - aka Jon Snow, aka the bartender, aka Ygritte’s sub for that matter, when he’s not working for her at least - nods at her, pours a drink for a guy in front of him and then comes to their side of the table.
“Do you need anything?” He asks her, before he notices Theon. He sends a sympathetic glance his way before looking back at Ygritte again.
“Actually, yes. Is your brother around tonight?”
“Robb? Uh, yeah. He came in some five minutes ago. I think.”
“Splendid. Does he have a date?”
“Not that he told me. And he didn’t have one last I checked. Why?”
“Even better. Can you go find him and tell him to get over here?”
“Sure. What do I tell him?”
“That I found him his date.”
Jon looks at her, then at Theon, then he smirks for a split second and leaves for the other side of the bar without saying a word.
Theon isn’t sure he likes this.
“His brother?”
“Dear, the fact that Jon isn’t ever going to be a switch doesn’t mean that people related to him must be the same. And his brother is the most bloody responsible dom that ever set foot inside this joint. Don’t look at me like I’m insane. He is. And I’m pretty sure he’s exactly the kind of guy that would rock your world.”
Shit, he knows he’s blushing.
“Yeah, and how do you know he’s even my type? Because his brother surely isn’t.”
“If you look at him and he’s not your type, something’s wrong with you. Hell, too bad we aren’t compatible in bed.”
She actually does look sorry at that.
Theon is sure he hasn’t had enough to drink.
“Listen, I appreciate the effort, but there’s no need -”
“Oh, there he is. Robb, over here!
Ygritte waves at someone who’s coming up from behind him and Theon turns, figuring that at least he should take a good look at the death he’s dying of, since he doubts Ygritte is going to let this go.
And.
Well.
Fuck.
Robb is definitely easy on the eyes, at least. Ginger curls and stubble, two huge blue eyes that by all rights should belong on a movie star and not a mere human, as tall as he is or maybe just a bit shorter – he’s bulkier, though. Not that much, but he is. That stated, Theon is just thinking that at least the guy doesn’t look threatening, and then Ygritte tells him that she thinks she’s found him a date, who is standing right next to him.
Robb turns and stares at him and fucking smiles as he holds out his hand and wow. Wow. Saying that he has a pretty smile would be an insult to it. Theon feels blinded for a moment. Then he realizes that maybe he should introduce himself, so he grabs Robb’s hand and shakes it.
“Uh. Hi. I’m Theon. Nice - nice to meet you?”
“I guess she already did this for me, but still. I’m Robb. First thing, are you actually on board with this?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I know her and and I know she means well, but I don’t like to sleep with people who aren’t entirely convinced. So, now that you’ve actually seen me, do you want to go on or you’d rather not? If you wouldn’t, no offense taken.”
… Well. That’s new. For a moment Theon doesn’t know what the hell he should answer.
Then.
“Well, and what about you? I mean. The reverse would be valid, right?”
“Oh, I would have no problem whatsoever,” Robb replies, and damn but he is looking at Theon like he honestly would like to sleep with him now that he’s seen him, and. It’s weird, because that never happened before, but - there’s nothing telling Theon he shouldn’t go for it. Robb does seem like a nice guy - surely nicer than his average lay. He could do a lot worse, that’s for sure.
“I’m on board with this,” Theon replies, feeling his throat getting drier with every word.
“Well then,” Robb says amiably, “Good. I don’t like starting with the wrong foot.”
“I don’t either,” Ygritte interrupts. “And it’s great that you’re getting along, but before I leave you to your merry evening… Robb, I need a word with you.”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
Robb winks at him and then follows Ygritte a bit farther down the bar.
Theon doesn’t even try to eavesdrop - he knows what Ygritte’s most probably telling him. He doesn’t want to even think about it, since he’s pretty sure she’s informing Robb of how much exactly he’s dealing with damaged goods, so he just looks down at his hands and waits.
He doesn’t have to wait long - Robb sits down next to him maybe a few minutes later, and when Theon turns to look at him, he doesn’t look… disappointed or anything. Just as friendly as he was before.
Is this guy even real?
“So,” Robb says, “how do you want to do this?”
“Sorry, how do I want to do this? Shouldn’t it be how you want to do it?”
Robb shrugs. “Well, if you’re into that, but I usually don’t go for it the first time. Now, I can buy you a drink and we can chat a bit, or we can get a room upstairs, or if you don’t want to get a room my place isn’t far. I like to make sure everyone is having a good time.”
Theon doesn’t honestly know what to reply this time either - god, has he ever slept with someone who actually asked him any of that? He doesn’t think so. Then again, his throat is dry. But considering that all his latest experiences were in a room upstairs, he’s not so sure that he wants to do this here.
He doesn’t even particularly want to go to a stranger’s house, but - he shouldn’t start freaking out about that. Ygritte approves of the guy, and he’s related to Jon fucking Snow. He has to be safe.
“Uhm. Your place, if it’s fine? I’m –I don’t have any fond memories of upstairs. And maybe we could get a drink there?”
Robb nods at once. “Sure thing. Actually, it’s better like that – there’s something we should go through before doing anything, and we can do that more easily back there. Right then, follow me.”
Theon swallows – he hopes not too visibly – and he does. Robb shrugs on a leather jacket before he heads out and Theon can’t help the traitorous thought – damn, I would gladly kneel for that.
He doesn’t dwell on it and heads out, as well.
--
Robb wasn’t lying - his place is maybe five minutes from the Wall. It’s a nice apartment, Theon notices – a living room, a hallway with a couple doors that presumably lead to bathroom and bedroom, and then a kitchen on the other side.
“Please grab a seat,” Robb says as he takes his jacket off. “All right, is there anything you’d like? I have beer. And some wine. But if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like to drink alcohol before a scene I think I have Pepsi somewhere.”
“No, uh, I’ll have the beer. Thanks.” How is Robb dealing with this so easily? He looks like he’s done this a hundred times.
Hell, for all he knows, he has. He’s probably not the kind to scene with the same partner for more than one time, though, or he wouldn’t be looking for a date. Whatever kind of dom he is, Theon is pretty sure that he can’t be the kind of person who doesn’t manage to find a date in ten minutes while not even trying.
He takes a deep breath and sits down on the sofa. He doesn’t know who’d buy an orange sofa of all colors, but it’s pretty cozy, and now that he looks at the living room, it is cozy overall. The walls are all covered in shelves, the shelves are full of books, records, family pictures and so on, the table is covered with a colored cloth and a lace centerpiece that for what Theon knows the guy’s mother knitted, and there isn’t a television.
Definitely not Theon’s usual scene. He’s pretty sure he’s never been inside an apartment that looked this… well, this homely.
Seriously, he really needs to get laid.
Robb comes back a moment later. He has a bottle of beer in one hand, a can of Pepsi trapped between his elbow and his hip and - and a small folder in his other hand? What would he need a folder for?
“Here you go.” He hands Theon the beer.
“Thanks. Uh, you didn’t get one, too?”
“Well, I am the kind who doesn’t drink before scening.” And – he winks at him. Again.
No one has the right to look this attractive, for fuck’s sake.
“Anyway, as I was saying, while you get that drink, could you fill this for me?” Robb asks very nonchalantly. Then he grabs something from the folder and drops it on Theon’s lap.
It’s a fucking checklist.
Theon is pretty sure that his head starts swimming the moment he reads the first few kinks listed on it, never mind the instructions or the rates or –
“Uh,” he says, hoping he’s not going red in the face. “I – I really don’t need to do this.”
“For real,” Robb replies, looking entirely nonplussed as he takes a drink from his can.
“For real. I’m good with anything.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Robb says, and keeps on looking at him. “Still, who says it’s for you?”
“What?”
“It doesn’t take me long to plan, but I like to know what people enjoy before I start doing it. And even if you’re good with anything, there has to be something you like more than the rest.”
Theon swallows and grabs the pen on the table. He takes another drink, then figures that there’s no reason to drag this along. He’s never – no one he’s ever been with ever showed up with a checklist, and it’s not like he’s ever ended up with anyone who asked what he would have liked to try. It wasn’t the point. He wasn’t the one supposed to decide, right?
He goes and starts checking fours and fives to anything he’s already done (most of the first two pages) and says he’d be willing to try whatever he hasn’t done already – surely like this there’s no way he’s going to fuck it up, right?
Except.
He manages to keep his front up until he gets to exhibitionism – forced, where his hand shakes for a moment as the tip of the pen hovers on four, and then he’s checking it but he stops at once when Robb’s fingers gently press on his wrist.
“You don’t have to lie, you know,” he says, and Theon glances at his left and shit Robb is this close to him and he should look disappointed, but – somehow he isn’t?
“I’m not,” he blurts, perfectly aware that he doesn’t sound very sure of that at all.
“You are. Come on, no one has all fours and fives for everything. And this has nothing to do with what Ygritte told me, if you’re about to tell me that she’s exaggerating. I’m pretty sure that you’re not into any kind of body modification, for that matter.”
“How –” Theon starts before realizing he’s given himself out.
“You went pale as a sheet when you got to that one. Come on, I wouldn’t be halfway good at this if I didn’t see that. And don’t worry, that specific kink is a solid zero as far as I am concerned.”
Robb moves the sheet away from his lap, then he grabs a fresh one from the folder.
“Now, how about you go at it again?”
“If – it’s probably not a good idea.”
“Why?”
He takes a deep breath. Of course Ygritte would have set him up with someone who wants to talk it out.
“Because then I’m not so sure you’d have that much to go on with,” Theon sighs.
“That’s my problem, not yours. You stop worrying about that and go about it again. As stated, take your time. No one’s in a hurry.”
And – the thing is that, while he asked very nicely, Robb still had a tone that felt – Theon doesn’t know how to say it. He wasn’t ordering it. Just… strongly suggesting it. Maybe. Nicely, strongly suggesting it.
He feels a shiver run down his spine and nods, and then he takes another long drink.
Then he goes about it again.
And fine, he has to think about some of the picks, but - he hadn’t known that it would feel so good to just go and check hard limit under every action listed under beating, or checking it twice under humiliation. And under recorded scenes. Or to check soft limit at all the ones under bondage.
So maybe he blushes crimson when he checks that maybe he could try wearing corsets, and he doesn’t know why the fuck he’s checking that when he barely even knows Robb, but just the fact that he’s doing this as if he means it is enough to make him pause and take it seriously.
Hell, if Robb gave him this he surely wouldn’t have a problem with any listed activity, right?
Why is he even fucking worrying, he doesn’t know.
He checks hard limit at being physically overpowered and hands the checklist over without another look at it – the idea of re-reading it is enough to give him a headache.
“I’m sorry if –”
“Don’t even say that and just let me read it,” Robb says, and true to his word, he does get through it meticulously.
It takes him five minutes before he nods and places the list back on the table. Then he drinks some more Pepsi again and looks back at him, still with that fucking intense stare, and gosh they haven’t even touched yet and Theon’s head is feeling dizzy.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty enough for me to go on here,” Robb says a moment later, as if he can just guess what Theon’s thinking. Well. He was thinking that.
“Uh. Well. That’s good?”
“I could tell you, but from what I gather, you wouldn’t want to know beforehand. Or would you?”
“Not really,” he replies truthfully. He always liked not knowing what was expecting him, though more at the beginning. After then, well, it wasn’t like anyone offered.
“What I thought. Fine then, I suppose that it’s time for the last of the talking. Any questions from you?”
“Uh. How should I call you?”
Please don’t say my lord, he thinks, and he knows that he’s worrying about nothing because who else would want him to use that, but still -
Robb just smirks and shakes his head. “Just my name will do.”
“… What?”
“I don’t care for that honorifics crap. Well, I guess Ygritte hasn’t told you, did she?”
“Told me what?”
“What I thought. Just call me Robb. I don’t get off on people calling me titles.”
“And what do you get off to then? If I may ask.”
“Sure you can. I get off on people trusting me to do right by them. Which means that unless everyone is happy, it doesn’t work for me.”
Oh.
Of course Ygritte would have matched them up.
Of fucking course.
“And what’s your safe word?”
… of course, again.
“I – I never had one?”
At that, Robb’s eyes narrow, and for a moment he looks like someone who’d really like to let out a string of curses.
“You never had one.”
“Uh. No.”
“And how many – with how many people have you done this? If I may ask.”
“Four. Give or take.”
“Four. Christ, if any of them picked you up at the Wall I should hope Ygritte banned them.”
“She did? But –”
“That’s fine. Then just pick one. Don’t say you don’t need it. I have a safe word. If I do, you need to have one too.”
Since when do doms have safe words, Theon has no clue. But. All right. He needs to act quick.
“Can we just – do the green, yellow and red thing?”
“Fine by me. And mine is winter. Yes, you need to know that. Now, is there anything that you need for after we’re done?”
“Do – what would I need?”
Theon has honestly no fucking clue of what Robb’s fishing for, and Robb must realize it, because he doesn’t press on that.
“That’s fine, you’ll see what I mean later. I also have a good idea of what I need to do, so – don’t worry about that. We’re good.”
“We are?”
“We definitely are.” And Robb is smirking ever so slightly at that.
Then he moves a hand at the back of his neck, squeezing just a bit, and – he feels a shiver run down his spine, the good kind of, and he’s expecting Robb to push him downwards on his knees, which he’d be entirely fine with - hell, as stated, he’d totally wanted to do it back when Robb introduced himself first, but Robb doesn’t do that.
Rather, he moves and starts rubbing a circle against his neck with his thumb as his forehead touches Theon’s.
“You know, you’re shaking.”
“I am?”
“You are. That’s fine, I figured it’d happen.”
Shit. He is shaking.
“Now. I’m going to go to the bathroom and grab a few things. While I’m there, I want you to finish that drink if you feel like it, then I want you to go into the bedroom – first door on the right in the hallway. When you’re there, take off your shoes. There’s a black pillow on the bed. Grab it, put it on the ground, kneel and wait for me. How’s that for now?”
“Green,” he replies truthfully, feeling slightly lightheaded at it.
“Great. There you go, then.”
He gives Theon’s neck a last squeeze and then stands up, headed for the bathroom or wherever, and Theon tries not to let himself feel too dizzy when the physical contact is gone.
Okay.
Fine.
Not too hard. He finishes his beer, puts it back on the table, stands up and heads for the bedroom. When he walks in, the light is already turned on. The bed looks large enough and plenty comfortable, and yes, there is a black pillow on it.
He swallows, takes off his shoes, puts the pillow carefully on the ground and lowers himself down on it. He’s still tense, but the moment he does the familiarity of the pose kicks in and he loosens a bit – good. He clasps his hands behind his back, and he loosens just a bit more, but after that, he has no clue of what else to do.
He looks down at the floor, figuring that it’s the safest option. At least it’s pretty comfortable, as far as kneeling goes, and he wishes he had a clue of what Robb’s plan is here, but then again he didn’t ask, did he? Hopefully he won’t keep him waiting too long. He wonders if he said something in the checklist that might have hinted that he really has no patience for long games right now and –
The door opens. He breathes in sharply, unable to keep it in, but nothing happens as he hears it close slowly. Robb doesn’t lock the door, or so it seems.
“Very good,” he hears coming from behind him, and – wow. Has he just – it’s not that the voice has changed.
It’s the tone. You can’t mistake it as anything but commanding, but it’s not – it’s not demanding at the same time. It’s the tone of someone who’s in charge and perfectly knows that, but not someone who wants to gloat in it.
“I want to know how you’re feeling like right now,” Robb asks, still somewhere behind him and still not coming any closer.
“Green.” How else should he be feeling? He hasn’t done anything until now.
“Good. I’m coming over there.”
Why would he even warn, Theon wonders, and then he feels a hand cup his neck. Robb buries his fingertips in the hair at the back of his head, and for a moment Theon expects him to pull, but then he actually - he doesn’t. He cards through it once, then twice, then thrice, and while he does that Theon can feel his body go a bit more lax with every motion.
Then Robb’s hand moves to his right shoulder, and the other touches his left, and –
He doesn’t know if he’s supposed to make noise, but he can’t avoid moaning out loud when Robb’s thumbs dig into his shoulders and start massaging his back, still going very slow. He hadn’t realized he was this tense.
“Still green?” Robb asks.
“Yes,” Theon manages, and damn but Robb is good at this.
“Good. Now I want you to listen to me carefully. From now on, you’re free to make all the noise you want, but you’re not going to speak unless it’s to answer me or if you need to safeword. If I ask you a question, I am expecting an answer. Are you with me still?”
“Yes.”
“If you need to safeword, do. Now, from what I understand, you really just want to do what’s asked of you nicely and get a proper reward for it, or am I wrong?”
“You’re right,” Theon answers, not even wondering how Robb guessed that. He’s already not thinking that straight in the first place, he can’t guess how Robb knows.
“Then nothing would displease me more than you soldiering through something you don’t like just because you think I would like it. Is that clear?”
“It is.” It was crystal clear. You could hear it just from the tone of his voice. Theon isn’t even sure of how it even goes since he never did it before, but he supposes trying can’t be that hard, can it?
“Good. Because let me tell you, the moment we were introduced everything I could think of was how much I’d have liked you to kneel for me.”
Shit, and you don’t even know how much I wanted to kneel for you, Theon would have answered in any other moment. But since he can’t speak and it’s not a question, he keeps his mouth shut.
“And you’re doing it so well,” Robb adds, running a hand along his spine, and shit but he can’t help shuddering and pressing back against him, as faint as the contact was.
“Damn, look at how eager you are.” That doesn’t sound mocking. That sounds – impressed? Shit. Shit, they haven’t done it for five minutes and Theon’s completely out of his depth, because anyone else he’s been with would have had him sucking them off by now.
He’s also hard already, and fuck but they barely touched.
“I still think you need to loosen up. Don’t worry, I know you’re not doing it on purpose.”
Robb moves away at that, and he just barely manages not to whine at the loss of contact, but then his hands are back on Theon’s shoulders and he sees Robb’s knees touching the ground in front of his own.
“Look up at me.”
Theon swallows and does, meeting dark blue eyes, and his first instinct is looking back down but he forces himself not to.
“Good. Now, from now on if you have your eyes open I want you to look up at me. How’s that?”
“Green.” Shit, he’s starting to feel dizzy now, but – that’s reasonable. He can do that.
His mouth also feels completely dry.
He doesn’t know what he’s expecting.
Not for Robb’s hand to go back to his hair again, starting to stroke through it all over again, and not the other hand touching his face just barely.
That, until Robb’s fingertips touch his lips. He’s not pushing, not doing anything at all except stroking his hair, and – fine. Maybe he has to guess. He parts his lips and sucks a fingertip in dutifully, runs his tongue along it and –
And then Robb pushes a second tip in, and he’s still petting his hair at the same time. He moves a bit, sitting up on the bed, but he doesn’t stop doing either and yeah, fine, he definitely noticed the five Theon checked on the equivalent of I like to have things in my mouth, and shit but it feels good, and he feels so taut he could snap at any moment, and –
He doesn’t even realize that he has moaned around Robb’s fingers and that he’s actually coming already until it’s already happened – he was so focused on everything else that he didn’t notice, and shit Robb hasn’t even touched him, and he hasn’t gotten laid in a while so fine, it’s been a long time, but he can’t believe he actually did that, oh shit he feels so embarrassed that –
“Stop,” Robb says, and Theon looks at him opening his eyes and – he looks pleased with it?
“I wasn’t planning on making you relax just to get you embarrassed at me all over again. That’s fine. I thought it would take longer, but it doesn’t matter. You’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to do. How are you feeling now? Think about it before you answer me.”
And – and as he tries not to let the shame get to him, he realizes that his limbs feel a lot more loose, that he’s not as tense anymore, and even the fact that his underwear will be fairly uncomfortable shortly doesn’t seem to matter in the long run.
“Green,” he finally settles on. Robb smiles and shit but he’d do anything to have it directed at him again – it’s the smile of someone who’s so very pleased, and he wants to keep it there.
“Very good. Now, this time I was just wanting to see how long it would take you, but we’re going to do this again now, and I don’t want you to come until I say so. Clear?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Now stand.”
He does, and Robb helps him up when his knees falter him for a moment, and then he lets Robb sit him on the bed. He stays still with his hands pressing on the bed, moving them just when Robb takes off his shirt – he lets him. He keeps on staying still when Robb gets rid of his jeans and dirty underwear and throws them in the corner of the room.
Then Robb smirks and kneels in front of him.
He most definitely sees that Theon can’t keep the surprise at that. He wants to say I should be the one doing it, but he stops himself at the last moment.
“That was very good of you,” Robb says a moment later, his hands going on Theon’s knees. “I know what you might be thinking. Don’t. I need to get you back in the mood if I want to fuck you later, right?”
Shit, Theon thinks he’d do anything for Robb to do it right this moment, but he knows he can’t say it.
“Do you want me to?”
Oh.
“Please,” he manages.
“And you even ask so nicely,” Robb remarks. “Well then. If you don’t come while I’m doing this, there’s a done deal.”
And then he leans down and puts his mouth on his cock and fuck.
Fuck.
Robb’s second name should be something along the lines of utter tease - he starts slow, taking just the tip in and taking his own sweet time with it before taking in a bit more, and then a bit more whenever he gets harder, his hands pressing against Theon’s thighs. And he’s not doing it as if he can’t wait to be done and move on to something that he might enjoy more – Theon’s pretty sure no one’s ever taken their sweet time blowing him in his entire life. It’s probably a good thing Robb’s taking it slow, because he was completely spent before, but it certainly doesn’t hurt that he seems to be liking it and that he’s damn good – some things he’s doing with his tongue make him moan shamelessly more than once, and when he dares thrusting forward a bit Robb sends him a look that makes his knees go weak before twirling his tongue around the head again.
By the time Robb pulls away, he’s so hard it aches, and he doesn’t know how he managed to not come inside that mouth, but somehow he hasn’t, and maybe he keens when Robb wraps a hand around the head of his painfully hard erection, but he can make noise, right?
He’s also leaking all over, but he’s keeping himself in check and damn it, he will until this is done.
He shivers when Robb’s hand moves up to his side, petting his hip slowly.
And then Robb leans down, kissing him open-mouthed, and good fucking damn it’s positively filthy, with the way he tastes bitter everywhere and the way his tongue is running along Theon’s lips before plunging in.
When he moves away, Theon legitimately feels dizzy. Robb’s eyes are so blue they’re almost blinding.
“Let me tell you,” Robb says as the hand that isn’t on his hip moves up to his face, cupping his cheek ever so gently, “I’m impressed.”
He’s impressed?
He moves his fingers up to Theon’s mouth again. “Since I like to keep my promises, how about you get them wet to keep your mind off things?”
He’s parted his lips before Robb has finished talking, gladly taking the both of them in, and the small smile Robb makes when he does? Yes. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to see.
“You’re taking it all so well,” Robb muses, still sounding as if he’s entirely positively surprised. “Damn, you really got shit luck with partners, didn’t you?”
Theon can’t exactly ask for clarification. He’s too busy making sure Robb’s fingers are as wet as he’d like them to be. When Robb moves them away he can’t help feeling at a loss for a moment, but then – then Robb sheds his jeans and underwear, grabs something from his pocket that definitely looks like a condom, puts it on and quickly gets on the bed, moving behind him so that Theon’s back is against his chest.
“Spread your legs,” Robb says as he reaches out for something on the nightstand.
Right. Lube. Theon does as Robb coats his fingers in it, and he’s kind of ready for it to hurt, but when Robb’s fingertips press against his entrance he just pushes one in and not even halfway.
“Give me a color.”
“Green,” he answers promptly, as he wants Robb to go on, damn it, before he dies of anticipation.
By the time Robb has three fingers in him, he’s seeing stars.
He doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to think straight, not when Robb’s hitting at the right spot mercilessly and he’s moaning so loud he’s sure all the neighbors are hearing him. He’s completely beyond any coherency here – when Robb puts an arm around his back just after he finally, finally takes away his fingers and then replaces them with his dick he thinks that he might see stars very, very soon.
So maybe he sobs in earnest when he finally slides in fully, and damn but he’s this close, if only Robb just said the word – he’s not going to break down when he’s made it this far but –
He shivers harder when Robb presses his mouth just below his ear, bites down on that piece of skin so very gently and then wraps a hand around his cock, though very, very loosely.
“Let go when you want,” Robb says, giving his cock a small squeeze. And –
“I think you more than earned it.”
And – that’s it, he closes his eyes and just lets go as Robb strokes him through the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life. He doesn’t know if he’s ever come this hard, he doesn’t know if he’s ever shaken so much during a scene and because he felt good, not the contrary – he just knows that maybe this is the first time in his life that he’s got exactly everything he wanted out of a scene and he’s still coming when Robb finally gives a last push and comes inside him with a shudder. He’s saying something, he’s sure, but he can’t hear him any more.
He blinks and comes to as he feels a soft, wet cloth run along his legs.
He groans just slightly, wondering what’s going on, and then he sees Robb running said wet cloth along the mess on his legs and his stomach, and he knows he should protest, it’s fine, he can do it on his own, but his mind feels sluggish and when he tries to raise a hand he barely manages it, and –
Robb’s free hand cards through his hair again and he goes completely boneless at that.
He’s not even trying to make sense of his own reactions. He’s entirely too far gone for that.
“You’ve done great,” Robb says, sounding so damn earnest. “Don’t worry about anything. You have to come down from it but just take your time. That’s it, just let me worry about the rest.”
He closes his eyes and just focuses on Robb’s fingers running through his hair, and when Robb moves back behind him and spoons him loosely he doesn’t know what it says that he feels a lot safer right now – with someone he barely even knows – than he’s ever done with anyone else he’s slept with, but he can’t care about that right now.
He just goes to sleep instead.
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He wakes up to sun filtering through the window and –
Shit. The alarm clock says eight in the morning, and Robb isn’t there but he can smell coffee from the kitchen.
And he’s slept the entire night without waking once, never mind that while he’s a bit sore, he actually feels good. Rested. And relaxed. As if he really got the best lay of his life. Which he definitely did. For a moment he feels ashamed about how easily it had gone, but –
A bigger part of him wonders if Robb might be amenable to do it again.
He swallows, notices that Robb left him some clean underwear on the bed and he puts it on, trying not to feel flustered because he’s wearing his clothes. He puts on his shirt and sees that his jeans are nowhere in the room.
He swallows again and heads to the kitchen.
Where Robb is making pancakes.
“Hey,” he says, grinning as if he also had the best lay of his life. “Your jeans are in the dryer – I figured I could give them a wash along with the rest, but you’d have probably wanted at least underwear to go around in.”
“Yeah, well. You guessed right. Thanks for that. And – I can grab breakfast out, if –”
“Nonsense, just take a seat. I’m not going to let you fuck off when I’m pretty sure you didn’t even eat anything yesterday.”
Theon is re-defining responsible right now.
“About that.” He swallows, wishing his mouth didn’t feel dry all over again.
“Yes?” Robb puts a plate with a couple pancakes on it as he sits down and Christ, Theon shouldn’t wonder how would it feel to just kneel at the guy’s feet and ask him to hand feed him said breakfast, because that’s not the kind of shit you do with someone the first time. Or the second, for that matter.
“I just – damn, I’m terrible at talking about it, but – what’s your policy?”
“You are indeed shit at talking about it,” Robb agrees. “What’s my policy about what?”
“Partners. I mean, it’s that – do you think it could happen again or your deal is that you don’t do it twice with the same person? If yes, well, no problem. But –”
“I have no such policy,” Robb cuts him, sounding amused.
“Really?”
“What surprises you about it?”
“Uhm, if you didn’t have one how come you don’t have – someone stable already? Because –”
“Is that a very roundabout way of telling me I’m really good at topping people?”
Theon almost chokes on his pancake. “Fuck you,” he replies without meaning it, and Robb snorts along with him. “I was getting there. I mean, that was – I don’t think I’ve ever had anything better in my entire life. So yeah. I was trying to tell you you were really good at this.”
“Why, I’m flattered.”
“And since you are good I don’t see how you aren’t taken already. The end.”
Robb shrugs and eats a piece of pancake before looking back up at him.
“It’s not for lack of trying. I mean, it’s not that I look for it, but I wouldn’t say no if I found the right person. It’s just that somehow everyone I meet eventually ends up being into things I’ll never like.”
“Meaning?”
“You didn’t ask, but that checklist I gave you goes both ways. I do have hard limits. I did try pushing a couple of times but I just couldn’t get into it. And then – well, everyone else I meet outside the scene, they aren’t interested in trying it out. So I just mostly hook up with different people and it never goes anywhere. Apparently I never met anyone who didn’t think that I was too vanilla for them eventually. Was this another roundabout way of asking me if I’m willing to do this again with you?”
“… Stop that, damn you. And what are your hard limits, just for curiosity?”
Robb looks straight at him again and if he hadn’t been sitting, his knees would have gone weak at once.
“Well. I don’t like humiliating people even if they ask me to. Or putting them in extreme pain. I could never manage to get through certain roleplay scenarios. I can’t pretend that something isn’t consensual even if in theory it is. That includes using knives or anything else that could seriously harm the other person.”
Theon swallows all over again.
Shit.
Shit.
“Let me guess, you’re thinking that the things I don’t like are exactly the things you’ll never want to try out or do again in your life?”
“You’re good,” Theon replies, without even hiding that he feels a bit giddy. “Do you think we could do it again, then? If you want to, of course. I mean, that was – that was everything I could ask for, but I don’t know if the reverse –”
“Stop right there,” Robb says before moving his seat and sitting next to him. “Listen, I thought about telling you yesterday but then I figured it was already a delicate situation and I didn’t want to risk giving you an overload, so I didn’t mention it. The thing is – I don’t know who is that completely managed to miss the point with you until now, but you’re talking as if you think that whatever you do, it’s never going to satisfy the other person completely.”
“Well –”
“I know that tone. And I’m not sure I want to know what anyone else might have asked of you until now, but as far as I was concerned? I’ve been with a lot of people and I’m pretty sure last night was the most at ease I’ve ever felt, especially considering we’ve done it just once.”
… this is unexpected.
“Sorry?”
“I told you. For me the payoff isn’t – isn’t people doing what I ask of them. It’s people trusting me to make them feel good and trusting me with being in charge of making them feel good. And – damn, now this might sound seriously embarrassing, but the way you just went with it? I don’t think I got that far with anyone else the first time. I wasn’t telling you that you were being perfect just for kicks, I meant it.”
Theon swallows.
Then he figures he should just go along with it.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that. In-scene, I mean.”
“Has anyone ever asked you what you wanted out of it?”
“Not really.”
“There you go. Anyway, getting back to the point, if you want to do it again of course we can. And it does look convienent, right? I mean, seems like we’re both getting what we want, so why not?”
Theon smiles at that, admitting that yes, that’s pretty much the way it looks like. They exchange numbers. They finish breakfast. Theon walks out of Robb’s place feeling lighter than he has in years.
Ygritte calls him ten minutes later, asking him if there’s anything she should know.
“Just that you’re good at your job,” he admits, and she laughs.
She’s earned it, he supposes.