ASOIAF KINK FOR KINK EXCHANGE - DAY 7
To: Lady Nina
From: ?
Title: Packing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Robb/Jon
Word Count: 1,260
Summary: In the days leading up to Jon departing for the Wall, he and Robb have a confrontation.
AN: Let’s assume that this takes place in the HBO show’s universe so that Robb and Jon are both in their late teens.
“Can I have my quill back?”
Jon had lent Robb his quill last week to finish some sums that Maester Luwin had set them, but hadn’t seen it since.
“What use are you going to have for a quill up at the Wall?” Robb replied, his voice tinged with anger. Robb took a moment to fix his brother with a glare before gathering all his strength and giving him a solid shove. Jon fell back against his wall, his head bouncing against the stone.
“What in seven hells was that for?!” Jon shouted, rubbing the back of his skull.
“Where do you get off thinking that you can just leave Winterfell forever?”
“I’m not like you, Lord Stark”, Jon replied, his voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. “What is there here for me? I’m a bastard. I’m not like you. I don’t have some sort of perfect and cozy life waiting for me. What else was I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life being your lackey? At the Wall, I can make a name for myself. So, can I please have my quill back?”
“Oh, is this what you want?” Robb said as he moved to the table beside his bed to grab the quill. He raised it high over his head, taunting his brother who stood shorter than him by half a head.
As Jon lunged for the quill, he knocked Robb back onto his bed, quickly turning this encounter into a grappling match. The two brothers fought for dominance with Jon straddling Robb on his bed while Robb fought to get free and keep the quill always from Jon at the same time. Jon remembered the bruise he had given Robb last week at sword practice and dug his knee into the right side of Robb’s ribcage. This had the desired effect as Robb gasped in pain and loosened his grip on the quill. Jon smirked in triumph as he snatched the quill from Robb’s hand, but victory was short lived. Robb took advantage of Jon’s moment of celebration and wrapped his legs around Jon’s hips before twisting his body, knocking Jon off balance and switching their position on the bed.
Finding himself in this undesirable position Jon bucked his hips in an attempt to unseat his brother. It was then that he noticed now stiff his cock had become during this little wrestling match. Jon rolled his hips again, trying to upset Robb’s balance. This time, however, he noticed there was a hardness in his brother’s breeches too.
The brothers froze and looked at each other for a long moment. Robb experimentally ground his pelvis into Jon’s. Then without any warning he leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly to his brother’s. Robb was ever his father’s son, too honorable for his own good, and thus had never gone further than kissing a few of the serving girls in the castle. Jon, too afraid of fathering a bastard, was just as inexperienced as his brother. At first Jon froze, shocked at the feel of Robb’s chapped lips against his own and the foreign feel of another man’s stubble against his cheeks. But then he relaxed, parting his lips slightly, allowing Robb’s tongue to slip in.
After what seemed like forever, but could only have been a few minutes Robb pulled back, scraping his teeth along Jon’s bottom lip as he did so. He and Jon silently locked eyes for a few moments before, almost as one, the two brothers reached for the hem of their tunics and pulled them over their heads. With that, Robb’s lips resumed their place on Jon’s and the brothers’ wrestling match from earlier began again, this time lips were part of the equation too. They became a tangle of limbs on Robb’s bed, each brother struggling to assert his power over the other. Jon’s dragged his teeth over Robb’s collarbone, causing Robb to suck in his breath. Robb retaliated by licking that place where Jon’s jaw met his neckline and then biting down heard on his shoulder.
Somehow throughout all the fighting, laces on breeches became loosened. Robb paused the fighting for a moment and looked into Jon’s eyes before hooking his fingers around the waist of Jon’s breeches and pulling down, freed Jon’s erection which had become almost painfully hard. Jon quickly returned the favor, both brothers kicking their feet to free their legs of the breeches completely.
Robb brought his lips back down to Jon, claiming Jon’s mouth as his tongue plunged into it. This time though, without any clothes remaining between them, the brothers’ hard cocks ground against each other. A moan escaped Jon’s lips. Robb skimmed his hands along his brother’s sides, exploring the lean muscles of his torso before finally resting at Jon’s hips. With his hands there Robb could control the rhythm of their movements. Suddenly, Robb flipped his brother over to his front.
With one hand, Jon grasped his brother’s two wrists and pinned them to the bed in front of them. With the other, he reached around Jon’s belly and pulled Jon up so that Jon’s back was pressed up against Robb’s chest. Robb moved forward and rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the small of Jon’s back. He leaned forward so that he could catch Jon’s right earlobe in his teeth and bit down- hard. Jon let out a hiss. After Robb released Jon’s ear from his mouth he whispered, “You belong to me, Snow. Not the Night’s Watch or anyone else. Me.”
With that, Robb’s hand that had been wrapped around Jon’s chest, slid down to wrap around Jon’s throbbing cock. While Robb planted love bites along the back of Jon’s neck and pressed his own erection rhythmically against Jon’s backside, he took his brothers hard length in hand and used firm strokes, pausing to swipe his thumb across the sensitive head to gather the fluid that was leaking from the tip in order to ease his fist’s movement, bringing Jon ever closer to orgasm. Before long, Jon was unable to hold back anymore and with a groan his seed spurted from the end of his cock onto Robb’s hand and the bed below them.
Before Jon had enough time to fully recover, Robb flipped him over once again, this time straddling Jon’s chest. Wordlessly he brought his cock to Jon’s lips, leaving no question as to what he wanted. With an uncertain expression on his face, Jon tentatively snaked out his tongue and licked the head. Robb moaned his approval, giving Jon the courage to explore further. At first, Jon just ran his tongue along his brother’s shaft, but then he wrapped his lips around the head. Robb thrust his hips, encouraging his brother to take him deeper. Jon struggled to swallow more of his brother’s shaft, eyes watering with the effort, but Robb was persistent. The excitement soon proved to be too much for Robb and after a few more pumps into his brother’s mouth, Robb spilled his seed. Jon tried to swallow as much as possible to keep from choking, but some still leaked from the corners of his mouth.
After a few moments, Robb slid out of his brother’s mouth and collapsed beside him on his bed, still breathing heavily.
“Are you still going to the Wall?”
A pause
“Yes.”
With that, Robb rolled onto his side, turning his back to Jon. “I guess you’d better keep packing then.”
From: ?
Title: Packing
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Robb/Jon
Word Count: 1,260
Summary: In the days leading up to Jon departing for the Wall, he and Robb have a confrontation.
AN: Let’s assume that this takes place in the HBO show’s universe so that Robb and Jon are both in their late teens.
“Can I have my quill back?”
Jon had lent Robb his quill last week to finish some sums that Maester Luwin had set them, but hadn’t seen it since.
“What use are you going to have for a quill up at the Wall?” Robb replied, his voice tinged with anger. Robb took a moment to fix his brother with a glare before gathering all his strength and giving him a solid shove. Jon fell back against his wall, his head bouncing against the stone.
“What in seven hells was that for?!” Jon shouted, rubbing the back of his skull.
“Where do you get off thinking that you can just leave Winterfell forever?”
“I’m not like you, Lord Stark”, Jon replied, his voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. “What is there here for me? I’m a bastard. I’m not like you. I don’t have some sort of perfect and cozy life waiting for me. What else was I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life being your lackey? At the Wall, I can make a name for myself. So, can I please have my quill back?”
“Oh, is this what you want?” Robb said as he moved to the table beside his bed to grab the quill. He raised it high over his head, taunting his brother who stood shorter than him by half a head.
As Jon lunged for the quill, he knocked Robb back onto his bed, quickly turning this encounter into a grappling match. The two brothers fought for dominance with Jon straddling Robb on his bed while Robb fought to get free and keep the quill always from Jon at the same time. Jon remembered the bruise he had given Robb last week at sword practice and dug his knee into the right side of Robb’s ribcage. This had the desired effect as Robb gasped in pain and loosened his grip on the quill. Jon smirked in triumph as he snatched the quill from Robb’s hand, but victory was short lived. Robb took advantage of Jon’s moment of celebration and wrapped his legs around Jon’s hips before twisting his body, knocking Jon off balance and switching their position on the bed.
Finding himself in this undesirable position Jon bucked his hips in an attempt to unseat his brother. It was then that he noticed now stiff his cock had become during this little wrestling match. Jon rolled his hips again, trying to upset Robb’s balance. This time, however, he noticed there was a hardness in his brother’s breeches too.
The brothers froze and looked at each other for a long moment. Robb experimentally ground his pelvis into Jon’s. Then without any warning he leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly to his brother’s. Robb was ever his father’s son, too honorable for his own good, and thus had never gone further than kissing a few of the serving girls in the castle. Jon, too afraid of fathering a bastard, was just as inexperienced as his brother. At first Jon froze, shocked at the feel of Robb’s chapped lips against his own and the foreign feel of another man’s stubble against his cheeks. But then he relaxed, parting his lips slightly, allowing Robb’s tongue to slip in.
After what seemed like forever, but could only have been a few minutes Robb pulled back, scraping his teeth along Jon’s bottom lip as he did so. He and Jon silently locked eyes for a few moments before, almost as one, the two brothers reached for the hem of their tunics and pulled them over their heads. With that, Robb’s lips resumed their place on Jon’s and the brothers’ wrestling match from earlier began again, this time lips were part of the equation too. They became a tangle of limbs on Robb’s bed, each brother struggling to assert his power over the other. Jon’s dragged his teeth over Robb’s collarbone, causing Robb to suck in his breath. Robb retaliated by licking that place where Jon’s jaw met his neckline and then biting down heard on his shoulder.
Somehow throughout all the fighting, laces on breeches became loosened. Robb paused the fighting for a moment and looked into Jon’s eyes before hooking his fingers around the waist of Jon’s breeches and pulling down, freed Jon’s erection which had become almost painfully hard. Jon quickly returned the favor, both brothers kicking their feet to free their legs of the breeches completely.
Robb brought his lips back down to Jon, claiming Jon’s mouth as his tongue plunged into it. This time though, without any clothes remaining between them, the brothers’ hard cocks ground against each other. A moan escaped Jon’s lips. Robb skimmed his hands along his brother’s sides, exploring the lean muscles of his torso before finally resting at Jon’s hips. With his hands there Robb could control the rhythm of their movements. Suddenly, Robb flipped his brother over to his front.
With one hand, Jon grasped his brother’s two wrists and pinned them to the bed in front of them. With the other, he reached around Jon’s belly and pulled Jon up so that Jon’s back was pressed up against Robb’s chest. Robb moved forward and rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the small of Jon’s back. He leaned forward so that he could catch Jon’s right earlobe in his teeth and bit down- hard. Jon let out a hiss. After Robb released Jon’s ear from his mouth he whispered, “You belong to me, Snow. Not the Night’s Watch or anyone else. Me.”
With that, Robb’s hand that had been wrapped around Jon’s chest, slid down to wrap around Jon’s throbbing cock. While Robb planted love bites along the back of Jon’s neck and pressed his own erection rhythmically against Jon’s backside, he took his brothers hard length in hand and used firm strokes, pausing to swipe his thumb across the sensitive head to gather the fluid that was leaking from the tip in order to ease his fist’s movement, bringing Jon ever closer to orgasm. Before long, Jon was unable to hold back anymore and with a groan his seed spurted from the end of his cock onto Robb’s hand and the bed below them.
Before Jon had enough time to fully recover, Robb flipped him over once again, this time straddling Jon’s chest. Wordlessly he brought his cock to Jon’s lips, leaving no question as to what he wanted. With an uncertain expression on his face, Jon tentatively snaked out his tongue and licked the head. Robb moaned his approval, giving Jon the courage to explore further. At first, Jon just ran his tongue along his brother’s shaft, but then he wrapped his lips around the head. Robb thrust his hips, encouraging his brother to take him deeper. Jon struggled to swallow more of his brother’s shaft, eyes watering with the effort, but Robb was persistent. The excitement soon proved to be too much for Robb and after a few more pumps into his brother’s mouth, Robb spilled his seed. Jon tried to swallow as much as possible to keep from choking, but some still leaked from the corners of his mouth.
After a few moments, Robb slid out of his brother’s mouth and collapsed beside him on his bed, still breathing heavily.
“Are you still going to the Wall?”
A pause
“Yes.”
With that, Robb rolled onto his side, turning his back to Jon. “I guess you’d better keep packing then.”