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Davos was nearly to the point of giving up when Stannis came in. This was so far past what Stannis had ever wanted to do in the past, Davos would not have faulted him for retreating to the library out of shame, though he was also far too chivalrous to leave Davos waiting.
Davos sat back on his chair, arranging his mantle about himself. Stannis regarded him for a moment, before kneeling at Davos's feet.
"You called for me, my lord?"
His words sent heat rushing straight to Davos's middle. It wasn't as though they hadn't planned this; after a handful of scenarios of solely Davos's devising, Stannis had haltingly asked for this. Davos could still remember how he'd asked. They had just finished a scenario where Davos had played a merman, squirming in the lap of sailor Stannis. Davos had hesitated to introduce this one, wondering if perhaps it would be too fanciful for his serious lover. Stannis had surprised him by being even more vigorous and enthusiastic than usual. When they'd lain bed after, Davos enjoying the feeling of silk sheets on his bare skin, Stannis idly playing with his hair, he had asked Stannis, just as he had after they'd played out the pirate fantasy (both times) if he had any ideas.
"One," he'd said, pressing his lips to Davos's hair. "If you would tolerate it. Let me be your loyal knight and you my lord."
Davos had not wanted to reveal his level of enthusiasm too prematurely, so he had merely pressed into Stannis's touch. "That sounds like a fine idea."
This was what had brought them here, to Stannis's quarters, with Davos in Stannis's own fur mantle, his coronet on his head, dressed in the finest things he owned, which were the heavy brocaded doublet and fine trousers he had worn to Stannis's investiture as master of ships.
"Yes," Davos said, trying to give the air of a wellborn lord, though the mud of Fleabottom still clung to his speech in so many ways. "I have need of you tonight, Stannis."
Stannis gave a delightful little twitch. Davos knew then how to proceed.
"I exist to serve you, my lord," Stannis said to the rug.
It was Davos's turn to shiver. "Show me, then," he murmured and extended his left hand, which bore the ring that had been a gift from Stannis when they had affirmed their bond.
Stannis moved forward without hesitation and kissed first the back of Davos's hand and then each knuckle. His lips lingered, making Davos's cock shift in his breeches.
"What would you have me do, my lord? How best may I serve you?"
They had not discussed the scenario in detail; Stannis appeared to do better with a fixed script, but he also was very willing to follow Davos's lead.
"Stannis, you have served me well in battle, with your legs and arms. Tonight, I require the services of another part of your body, my loyal knight."
"Name it, my lord, and it is yours, as all my body is."
Davos licked his lips. "Your cock, Stannis. Tonight I will have your cock, if you will give it."
"Of course, my lord. How may I serve you with my cock?" He raised his gaze to Davos, the steady blue depths resolutely not breaking character.
Davos nearly lost his will. "Stannis, I ask you to take me."
"Take you, my lord? Surely you would rather have me serve you." Stannis's voice shook; it was a fine affectation and Davos wondered how much of it had basis in reality. They had agreed on a way to stop if one grew uncomfortable, so he trusted Stannis to do that if he wished to, so he was enjoying watching Stannis's feigned discomfort.
"Not tonight." Davos reached down to pet Stannis's hair. "Tonight, you can best serve me with your cock in me."
Stannis flushed—it was genuine but it was also in-character. "As my lord wishes." He rose.
Davos raised his arms, and Stannis stooped to pick him up. Stannis had carried Davos before, to his everlasting delight, but this time was different. Normally, Davos liked to be held close to Stannis's chest, feeling his warmth and his beating heart. Tonight, Stannis carried him with as much reverence as he'd kissed his hand, holding Davos slightly away from him, mantle and all. He laid him gently on the bed.
"Now, Stannis," Davos said shifting. "Let me see you take your clothes off."
Stannis flushed again—Davos had never asked for this. But still, he kept his gaze on Davos as he carefully removed first his sword belt and then his cloak. His doublet followed next, methodically removed, and then his shirt.
"Trousers now," Davos said. Stannis flushed again as he unlaced them. His braies followed. His cock was already erect; Davos watched it hungrily.
"What of your clothes, my lord?" Stannis asked.
Davos stretched out his arms invitingly. "You may do the honors."
"My lord."
Stannis carefully took the coronet from his hair and laid it aside. Stannis's hands were gentle as they removed the mantle and laid it aside. Davos knew Stannis paid no heed to it when he wore it, but he acted as though he were removing the king's cloak when he took it from Davos.
The doublet and hose followed more easily; Stannis had practice removing them from Davos—he'd taken this very set of clothes off him after his investiture.
"My lord," Stannis murmured again. Davos tensed as Stannis took in his nude body. He did a good job of appearing to see it for the first time, watching with barely restrained lust.
"Kiss me," Davos commanded, and Stannis settled onto the bed. His hand moved slowly up Davos's arm, and Davos shivered as though he'd never touched him before. Their lips met slowly, Stannis giving the barest pressure. Davos tried to draw him in, teasing him with his tongue, reached up with his free hand to grasp his shoulder.
Gradually, Stannis moved so more of his weight was on the bed, giving all the appearance of slow reluctance. His hand hovered over Davos's hair before coming down to stroke it, slowly.
"My lord," he murmured. His mouth moved from Davos's lips to trail over his beard and down his neck. "My lord, I love you."
Davos's heart was pounding, his cock was erect as Stannis moved slowly, leaving no inch of Davos unkissed.
"I love you, Stannis," he said. "You have always served me so ably. I did not know what to give you for a reward, so I give you myself."
Stannis made a most pleasing noise in the back of his throat. "My lord, I had wondered," he murmured, his breath hot on Davos's stomach. "Whether there was anyone, whether there would be anyone."
"There was no one," Davos said. "No one but you. You are the only one I would ever want to have me." He smiled slyly; there was something that made him feel intensely fond about the chaste lord saving himself for his knight that he wanted Stannis to experience the other end of.
"In that case, my lord." Stannis appeared to be struggling to form words. "I will do as you say and take you."
He moved, then, and Davos shifted, wanting to reach for his cock, but knowing it would be ridiculous to do that when he was about to get relief.
"Here." Stannis returned with the oil. His fingers were slow and sure, making Davos groan. "I must be sure you can take me, my lord."
Davos groaned, fucking back against Stannis's fingers as he moved them in and out of him. "Stannis, I need you. Do as I have asked."
Stannis laughed low against his neck. "Very well, my lord. I will obey."
He lifted Davos's legs, moving slowly and gently as though for the first time. Davos waited as Stannis entered him slowly, moved in him with care. Stannis's face was set, dedicated, as he rolled his hips, leaning in to claim a kiss.
"Stannis," he murmured, his hands moving over his chest and shoulders. "Stannis, you are exquisite."
Stannis kissed him. "Davos," he said, into his mouth as his climax took him; Davos was not even sure what he himself said because it was replaced with his own end.
"Davos," Stannis repeated into his hair, after they'd lain together a moment. "Are you all right?"
Davos let out a shaky breath. "I'm fine." He smoothed Stannis's hair. "You liked that?"
Stannis blushed and looked away. "I did. You make a good lord."
Davos pushed up to kiss him. "But if I'm no lord."
Stannis's arm slipped around him and pulled him close. "If you were, I would follow you."