maybe we could find new ways to fall apart: 3/3
Robb catches Jeyne’s eye as she lets Jon slide back down to the mattress; she looks down at him, almost coy, if it weren’t for the way her gaze leaves trails of heat across his skin and beckons him closer, and he remembers the plan, though it’s all spiralled out of control. Robb pulls himself back up on the bed, careful not to jostle Jon.
“Come here,” Jeyne says, pulling him along with the look in her eyes as Robb crawls over her. “I want to taste.” Robb slots himself between her thighs, thinking, we fit as he feels her hand brush up against his cock, his hips jerking towards her; he tilts her chin up with his fingers and she smirks as he grins back at her before he covers her mouth with his. Her tongue swirls inside, licking the taste of Jon from him as she moans, going deeper.
Robb presses closer, sliding a hand between them, over her hand until his fingers slip in beside hers. He struggles for breath, inhaling sharply as a hunger rolls under his skin, wanting more and aching at the feeling of their fingers joined tightly together, inside her---he can tell Jeyne feels it, too, even if she doesn’t know, doesn’t understand quite yet. Jeyne gasps, biting at his swollen and sore lips as she breaks away, her skin growing hot and damp as she writhes underneath him. “What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes on him, feverish and bright, but heavy with a questioning as she holds his gaze, her forehead falling against his.
“Relax,” he says, sliding his fingers deeper inside her, holding hers when Jeyne tries to move them.
Robb can feel her heartbeat quicken in tempo, the way her breath puffs out against his mouth as her eyes search his in confusion. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
He curls their fingers together as she rocks down on their hands, feeling the way her breath hitches, how wet she is---that’s good, he thinks. “Not yet,” Robb says.
“Not yet?” Jeyne asks as she arches up, catching her teeth on his lip, moaning against his chin as he rubs his thumb against her clit, spreading his fingers inside her (wide and wider, he needs to stretch her, make her slick, so they both fit). A shudder goes through her and it pierces through him like an electric shock, buzzing out across his skin as he thinks, we’re going to do this. He presses his mouth her throat as his other hand lays across the small of her back, holding her while Jeyne clings to him, her own hand sliding over his back; he feels a sharp pain in between his shoulder blades as her fingernails dig in. “What are you waiting for?”
Robb presses closer as he adds another finger, slow and careful, watching as her breath grows shallow, watching the shift in her face as her eyelids flutter and threaten to close, and keeps waiting for her to pull back, tell him it’s too much, tell him no. Instead, he feels her rock down harder, feels her fingernails claw down his back as she hisses against his neck. “We have to wait for Jon,” he whispers. “Then you’ll see.”
“Don’t worry,” Robb hears Jon says, his voice softer, but still rough. “It shouldn’t take too long. Growing up was a life-long training of how to keep up with Robb.” He glances towards Jon, finding him almost sitting up, curled over to his side, watching them---he gives Robb another faint smile, looking at him like he knows, letting Robb know that he’s in.
“Are you both going to fuck me?” Jeyne asks, whispering it in his ear. Her teeth drag over the shell of his ear, pulling his attention back towards her. Robb feels her press close with her breasts against his chest as she rolls her hips down on their joined hands; he whines without being touched as she works him with her body against his and a few well-placed words, digging for the answers he’s not telling her. “Is this my real present?”
“Maybe,” Robb says. A grin cuts across his mouth when she pulls back, a pout rising on her lips, but he can see the spark in her eyes, the determination he’s ignited, a fierceness he’s always admired lurking under the surface.
Jeyne’s eyebrow cocks, her eyes assessing him, searching for weaknesses, something he might give away. “Don’t you need to get the lube?” she asks, almost innocently, if it weren’t for the crook in her grin.
Robb knows Jon is listening, watching. He looks toward him, wordlessly, he gets it; Jon pushes himself up, sliding off the bed and turns towards the nightstand when his feet hit the floor. He wants to let his gaze linger and trail over Jon’s naked skin, watching the way his muscles work underneath it as he moves, follow the line of his spine as he bends to rummage for the lube, but this was for Jeyne. Robb refocuses his attention, turning back to Jeyne, who looks between him and Jon with her eyes slitted and dark, trying to puzzle out what game they were playing. Robb tries to drag her eyes away from Jon, rubbing his fingers up inside her, manipulating hers to do the same as he catches her gaze---Jeyne’s eyes are sharper when she looks at him, but she moves with the motion of their hands, working her body down against the friction.
“There’s---,” Jeyne says on a gasping breath, a hitch in her voice when Robb crooks his fingers up and presses hard, rubbing them in a circle before pulling them back, taking her hand with his, “---something you’re not telling me.” He watches her bite her lip, holding back a noise when he thrusts their fingers back inside, spreading them as wide as they’ll go. “I can tell. You’re not particularly subtle.”
“I lack subtly,” Robb says, leaning and trailing kisses down the side of her neck, sucking at the junction of her shoulder, moving down. “But you still haven’t figured it out yet.” He flashes a smirk when he lifts his head, then dropping it down to lick up the curve of her breast, then wrapping his lips around her nipple. Robb nips gently at the tip, rolling her sensitive flesh between his teeth as Jeyne’s back arches into him. He hears the echo of her quiet, breathy moans shuddering through her lungs as he angles their fingers deeper, feeling Jeyne open up around them.
“You think you’re so clever,” Jeyne says like a hiss, her teeth clenching over her words as Robb moves down lower, trailing kisses over her stomach.
Robb flicks his eyes up towards hers, catching the ways she watches him with a pink flush dusting her cheekbones, underneath her freckles, with his lips parted and her breath coming out in little pants, but he want doesn’t soften the animosity in her eyes as she glares down at him---it must be killing her not to know, Robb thinks and grins at her. “Obviously not as clever as you,” he says, then dips his tongue into her folds, angling around their hands as he licks over her clit as her hips jerk up into his mouth, feeling their fingers slip deeper inside her.
Robb strokes their fingers against Jeyne's cunt as they slide back, then in again, massaging her open (he keeps thinking, she doesn't know, doesn't know that there will be more than fingers here, and it drives him on, making their hands thrust together inside her cunt, making her loose and ready). All the while he runs his tongue over her, breathing in the heady scent of Jeyne, the sharpness of himself fading away, but still there, he can still taste it, the lasting remnants. His tongue curls under the delicate hood of flesh and pressing down on her clit, swirling circles around it as she surges up hard, her breathing coming in quick and erratic, her pulse racing, and he worries he'll make her come again too soon and nearly wants her to.
Robb shivers when he feels lips press at the base of his spine, the pressure warm and wet, sending shocks through him as a tongue curves over the notches of his vertebrae, causing his head to jerk up and lock eyes with Jeyne. She watches intently, her bottom lip tucked behind her teeth, more focused than she ought to be with wide dark eyes. Jon’s mouth travels up and over his shoulder until a warm body blankets his back and a scratchy chin rests on his shoulder as an arm wraps around his waist, hand spread over his stomach. “I got it,” Jon whispers against his ear, then drops the lube onto the bed in front of Robb.
“Did you go to Antarctica to get it?” he asks, and Jon laughs, and Robb feels it reverberate through his back.
“What are we doing?” Jeyne asks, again, a thinness in her voice as she sighs and Robb turns back to her and watches her expression shift into something softer, more open, trying to ply him with pleading eyes where her determination failed.
Robb nudges her leg instead of answering. “Spread your legs wider,” he says. “We need to make room for Jon.” The sweetness in her face fades away into a glare, but Jeyne complies, moving her legs further apart.
Jon moves to his side, but remains pressed against Robb---he can feel Jon half-hard against his thigh, lets his hand brush over his cock as Jon leans in.“You need to tell her,” he says lowly, Robb only making out the slightest shift in his voice as his touch. “We’re not doing this until you tell her.”
“I will,” Robb says (and he means it, he does, but not yet, he thinks, I don’t want to tell her yet). Robb doesn’t know if Jon believes him or not, but he doesn’t say anything more, unless the whine in his throat counts when Robb wraps his hand around his cock, stroking down, feeling it stiffen more. “Were you watching us?” he asks, turning his head toward Jon’s, breathing over his ear as Jon trembles against him, thrusting into his hand on the upstroke. “Did it make you hard?”
“Pay attention to the task at hand,” Jon says, reminding Robb through gritted teeth, but he still rocks into his hand.
“I thought I was helping you,” Robb whispers, then lets go, smirking to himself when Jon moans at the loss of contact. “But I suppose you’re hard enough.”
“No need to stop on my account,” Jeyne says, and Robb looks at her and finds her attention fixed upon them, her expression near a leer and she winks when he notices Robb looking at her. “I was quite enjoying the second free show.”
“Sorry,” Robb says as he picks up the bottle of lube and flicks the cap open. “We have other plans.”
“And what might those be?”
Robb grabs Jon’s hand and pours the lube over his fingers. “Patience is a virtue.” He can nearly feel Jon roll his eyes beside him as he rubs his fingers together, warming the liquid as he shifts closer, bending to kiss Jeyne’s thigh as he moves in, Robb shifting a little to make room.
He feels two of Jon’s fingers slip inside Jeyne’s cunt under his, and his stomach flips and twists as he feels a heat break out over his skin like a forest fire, rushing over his ears, hearing the gasp that punches out of Jeyne’s throat on a sharp whine, keening high through the haze as he watches her eyes roll back in her head---her eyes close when Jon’s fingers slide fully inside. Jon moves closer, maneuvering around Jeyne’s leg, reaching up and brushes her hair off her face, then cupping Jeyne’s cheek as her eyes flutter open while Robb keeps their hands still. “Is it too much?” Jon asks, voice soft and careful.
“No,” Jeyne says, a tremble in her voice as she tries to relax her breathing. “No. I’m okay. I just didn’t---I thought---”
Robb leans in as close as he can, resting his hand on the back of Jon’s neck, kissing Jeyne’s jaw. “You thought Jon and I were going to fuck you.” His mouth ghosts over Jeyne’s and she leans up to kiss him, capturing his mouth fiercely. Robb can feel the way Jeyne shifts her hips experimentally and knows she’s ready, that she’s recovered from the shock as she rocks down on all of their fingers, tucked up inside of her with her teeth baring down on his lip. “We are,” Robb says, breaking away from the kiss, curling his fingers over hers as Jon follows the movement with his own, pressing up, “here.”
Jeyne lets out of shuddering breath. “You remembered.”
Robb laughs. “You made it impossible to forget.”
(Not her eyes, flinty in the darkness as she rose up over him, staring down at him with Jon behind her, kissing her neck and shoulder as Robb held onto her hips, Jon’s hands locked around his, feeling his cock slide against his through thin layers of flesh and skin. Not she how she leaned in close, rocking forward and dragging Jon with her, her hands pressed flat against his chest as he felt her lips against his ear. Not what she whispered, breath hot and words dangerous in his ear, setting him off, I wish you both were fucking me in my cunt.)
Robb feels Jon stretch out his fingers, gently pulling at Jeyne’s cunt as she moves, watching her with a furrow in his brow. “This is okay?” he asks, but doesn’t stop moving his fingers; it urges Robb to work with him, fanning out his fingers, curling them up, twisting them as his thumb brushes up against her clit. Jeyne inhales with a jerk.
“Yes,” she says, breathy and soft. “We can skip the preliminaries, though. I’m ready.”
Jeyne slides her hand out first (he almost wants to keep her there, wants to keep stretching her and teasing her until she comes around all of their fingers---but he knows he wants more, the anticipation of what comes next jumping in his throat and sending a fervor kick-starting through his veins). Robb is surprised by the space she leaves behind, moving his fingers into it as Jon’s curl behind his. Robb pulls his out second, watching as Jeyne trails her wet fingers over her stomach, her ribcage, over the swell of her breast until she’s circling her nipple with her fingertips as Robb finds himself sucking his own fingers into his mouth. Jon keeps working her with his hand, fucking her with his fingers even as Jeyne pushes him back.
Robb watches as Jeyne nudges Jon along the bed, shifting out of the way, then following her up the bed as she props Jon against the pillows. Jeyne straddles his hips with Jon’s hand still between her thighs, holding herself up on shaking knees by his shoulders as Jon bows his head and sucks the nipple she touched into his mouth, his free hand wrapping around her hip. “Enough,” Jeyne says, pulling Jon’s hand away, gripping his cock with hers as she leans forward and rests her forehead against Jon’s, keeping his eyes on hers. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?”
Jon doesn’t answer, just pulls her down over him by the hips as Jeyne angles him, until she lets go and holds onto his shoulders, rocking until he slides completely inside her as they gasp into each other’s mouths. Robb watches them as they move together, caught by the sight, enjoying the way Jeyne’s back moves, the way her hair falls over her, black and tangled as she fucks herself on Jon’s cock, likes the sight of Jon’s hands gripping her hips, hard and tight and Robb hope they leave bruises---they almost kiss, but then they pull back. Their heads turn in his direction, Jeyne casting her eyes over her shoulder as Jon looks around her, their eyes falling on him as they stop.
“Come here,” Jon says. “Or we’ll get off without you.”
Robb crawls up the bed toward them, grabbing up the bottle of lube, muttering, “I can’t help it if you two are a fucking distraction.”
“Or maybe you’re just easily distracted.” Jeyne rises up over Jon, letting out low moan as she grins over her shoulder at him.
Robb uncaps the lube and pours it out onto his hand, noticing the way it shakes (he feels tense, wound-tighter as he gets closer, something akin to adrenaline running through him, amping up his senses and making his dizzy at the same time, making his heart beat harder, catching his breath in his throat---and he shakes, he can’t stop shaking); he closes the bottle and casts it aside. He sidles up behind Jeyne, straddling Jon’s thighs, pulling her hair off her neck so he can kiss her skin there. “Lean forward,” Robb says in her ear, pressing himself against her back. “Into Jon, shift your hips back and angle them up.”
Jeyne lifts her hands to the headboard behind Jon’s head and locks her fingers around the iron framework as she shifts her body like Robb told her. Jon holds her waist, kissing her throat as Robb’s hand drifts underneath her. He doesn’t warm the lube so Jon and Jeyne both gasp when he slips his fingers inside, though he can’t tell if it’s the sensation, or the way his fingers feel beside Jon’s cock---his own breath escapes his throat like a punch when he runs his fingers up the shaft of Jon’s cock with Jeyne’s cunt wrapped around them, warm and wet. Robb curls his fingers and Jon whines as a tremor runs down Jeyne’s back; he pulls them out, then works them back in, feeling the way Jon and Jeyne shift with them, reveling in the noises they make---the quiet, strangled ones that they bite off and try to hide as he makes a space for himself to fit.
“Robb,” Jeyne says, a whine in her voice. “Come on. Stop. I don’t want to come before you’re inside, too.”
He hesitates, for a moment, spreading his fingers as Jeyne groans, her hands loosening as she collapses against Jon, worrying it might be too tight---worrying it might be too much, that it could hurt---then Jeyne turns towards him, whispering, “please.”
Robb slides his hand out and wraps it around his cock, slicking it down as he moves up behind her, slipping the tip against her cunt, feeling Jon’s cock against his---he has to bury his face against Jeyne’s neck as he slowly thrusts inside, careful not to bite too hard as his hands grip tight over Jon’s on her hips until he bottoms out inside her. Robb feels like he fell on his back and knocked the wind out himself, like he can’t catch his breath, his breathing quick and shallow and the room has started spinning---eventually he manages a gasp, sucking in deep and comes back to himself, his eyes falling on Jon’s. His breath puffs past his lips, quickened; Jon looks at Robb like he’s been taken apart, undone---Robb feels like that, hearing Jeyne’s soft whimpers, seeing the way her hands curl against Jon’s chest.
Jeyne is tight around them, him and Jon, their cocks pressed together like one in her cunt. It anchors him, it makes him feel like he’s falling apart, it tugs at pieces of him he didn’t know were there. He feels it shoot up his spine white-hot and scorching when Jon moves, working up and out of his throat as a grunt, while Jon sits up as he presses Jeyne’s back against Robb’s chest, moving closer as the angle changes (they brush up against each other, rocking with shallow thrusts, almost like Jon had pinned him to the bed---but Jeyne is there, between them, above them, all around them; Robb thinks hysterically, I made us all fit together).
Jon wraps his hand around the back of Robb’s neck, his grip rough and bruising as he yanks Robb forward as a yelp escapes his lips. Jeyne starts moving between them, quick, small shifts of her hips as she tests the feel, pushing how far she can take this---suddenly moving faster, rocking down harder, crying out. Jon drags their mouths together over Jeyne’s shoulder as Robb feels the shift of his cock against his when he pulls out, then thrusts in, matching the pace Jeyne set for them. He’s pressed in tight with his skin glued to Jeyne’s, moving with the shift of her body as Jon tugs him closer with his tongue tracing along the roof of his mouth as he feels the weight of his hand, thumb tracing down the side of Robb’s neck possessively.
Robb lifts his hips, picking up their rhythm as Jon bites at his lip and pulls back with a gasp, resting his forehead against Robb’s (he wonders if he felt it, too---the spark of heat, if it burned up his spine when he felt Robb move against him). Jeyne’s stuck between them, no space between his chest and Jon’s, no space between them anywhere. They’re tangled and twisted up, too close---he feels like he’s fallen through the barrier of their skin, that their bones have broken and fractured with the impact, then healed fused together, and he became more a part of them than he was before, the three of them forming a new creature, a new beast---he can’t tell who’s heart is beating in his chest, what set of lungs is keeping him breathing.
“Harder,” Jeyne says, her voice low and thick as she rises up, then drops back down over their cocks, forcing them deeper as she drags Robb’s hand down her front, presses his fingers against her, feeling the mess they’re making start to coat his fingertips. “I need---come on---”
Jeyne’s mouth is hot and wet as Robb feels her press kisses down his jaw, nudging Jon’s face towards hers with her fingertips and meeting her mouth against his. Robb feels them kiss against his lips, almost like they’re kissing him, too. Robb makes Jeyne bite at Jon’s mouth, hears the muffled noise she makes when he rubs at her clit, his fingers slipping lower to brush against Jon.
“Fuck,” Jon says as he breaks the kiss, moaning against Jeyne’s neck when he head falls against her, cradles on her shoulder as his nails dig into Robb’s skin. Jon pulls back and thrusts in quicker, shocking a gasp from Robb’s throat as he feels the force of it against his cock, “Jesus.”
Robb rests his head at the base of Jeyne’s neck, kissing her shoulder blade and breathing her in (skin and sweat and Jeyne---he can smell himself and Jon, slight but lingering) as he thrusts back against Jon, feeling the way they both start to shake apart in his hands as he starts to join them---the tension his stomach and the burn at his back, the tautness of Jon’s muscles under his hand as Jon grips harder, nails digging into the back of his neck as Robb feels the strain in his arm, in his legs underneath Jeyne and him; the tight clench of Jeyne bearing down on them as she moves herself back and forth, the circle her hips make as her face ducks against Jon’s shoulder as Robb feels the tremble rising up in her limbs.
Robb doesn’t know who comes first (he isn’t sure it matters); it all blurs together in the haze of his mind as he feels his body move without thought or command, pushing and searching---until he feels them all fall off the edge. Jon grunts in his ear, ending on a whine when Robb feels him spill beside him, hot and sticky as they slide together; he feels the twitch in Jon’s cock as his hips jerk, forcing a cry from his mouth. He shoves inside with his eyes closed shut, feeling the thrum of Jeyne underneath him, the pound of her heart through her back (he thinks he’s coming with Jon, he can feel the it pull through his body, down low through his stomach as Jon holds onto him, always holding onto him). Robb opens his eyes when Jeyne cries out, sees her biting down on the noise with her teeth sinking into Jon’s skin, feels her as she shakes against him, as her cunt pulses around him and Jon, like his hand around the both of them, squeezing as he jacked them off---only it was Jeyne.
Robb feels their come---his and Jon’s and Jeyne’s, theirs---warm, dripping out onto his fingers still pressed against Jeyne, messier than before as it rolls down her thigh and falls on Jon’s leg, feels it drenching him. He wants to taste it, like when he licks Jon from Jeyne’s cunt, tasting them both and knowing he’s been there, been where Robb’s been, but more (together, it would taste like all of them together). It makes him dizzy and delirious to think about, like he could come again even as satiety settles in his limbs, softening his strained muscles as he curls over Jeyne’s back, arm wrapped around her waist. Robb likes it like this, the three of them pressed together, skin to skin, nearly sharing the same breath; he doesn't want to move, just wants to stay and see how much further he can fall into them.
But Jeyne moves, shifting her hips up as she rising on shaky knees with Jon’s help, holding her up as she tries to slip away with his hands gripping tighter and holding her in place. “Robb,” Jeyne says softly, gently like any sudden movements would startle him. “You have to let go.”
“Don’t want to,” he mumbles against her shoulder.
He feels her sigh and uncurl his fingers. “It’s uncomfortable.”
Robb lifts his eyes up a fraction, just enough to meet Jon's eyes, his mouth still pressed to Jeyne’s shoulder, breathing against her skin---he’s not sure what he’s expecting to see, if he hopes to find encouragement, or not, but what he gets is an exasperated look and a fond smile. “You can’t stay like that forever,” Jon says, then laughs. “It’s as if you think there won’t be anymore snuggling.”
Jeyne writhes as she struggles with his hold, hissing and tensing against him, and he realizes it’s probably for the best, kissing her apologetically. “Okay,” Robb says, then starts to ease himself out slowly, feeling Jon falling away with him, feeling Jeyne breath deep through her back and hold it as they slide out.
Robb pulls his hand away, trailing it over Jeyne’s skin, leaving sticky streaks as he hauls it up (one last taste, he thinks, holding Jon's gaze and feeling Jeyne's on him) and draws his messy fingers to his mouth---but Jon catches his wrist before they touch his lips, pulling Robb’s hand toward him, around Jeyne. Jon sucks Robb’s fingers into his mouth, watching Robb’s face, his gaze measured, calculating as his tongue curling around the tips, licking away their come, stealing away what Robb had wanted to taste. He whines, feeling his lips rise in a pout and catches the roll of Jeyne’s eyes in the periphery of his vision.
“If you two want to mess around some more, be my guest, but leave me out of it. I need at least a nap before the next round,” she says as her limbs turn loose, falling limp between them as the energy saps out of her, held up by the balancing act of their bodies.
Robb tugs his hand away from Jon’s mouth as he releases him, teeth pinching and nibbling at his fingertips as his other hand catches her around her ribs. “I don’t think I could go another round, either,” Robb hears Jon whisper to Jeyne, her forehead coming to rest against his, then he presses a kiss on the edge of her cheekbone, pulling her along as Jon slides down the bed.
They crumple in a heap on the bed as exhaustion takes its hold on all of them, too tired to clean themselves up or even pull the covers over themselves, twining together instead. Jon shifts out from underneath Robb and Jeyne, but pulls them against him when they settle at his side. Jeyne tucks her head under his chin as Robb sprawls over her, feeling Jon’s arm wrap around the both of them, his hand curling around Robb’s hip as Robb stretches his arm, letting his hand come to rest against Jon’s chest.
He feels warm despite the air cooling over his damp skin, bare except for the places they touch, comfortable despite the way they settle into each other, limbs tangled and twisted and set off at odd angles. Robb knows he’s going to wake up with a crick in his neck, a hangover splitting open his head, and itchy and stuck to Jon and Jeyne in places he shouldn’t, but he feels himself drifting off with his lips curling, letting the cadence of their matched breathing and the steady beats of their hearts become his lullaby, lulling him into sleep.
Part One || Part Two
“Come here,” Jeyne says, pulling him along with the look in her eyes as Robb crawls over her. “I want to taste.” Robb slots himself between her thighs, thinking, we fit as he feels her hand brush up against his cock, his hips jerking towards her; he tilts her chin up with his fingers and she smirks as he grins back at her before he covers her mouth with his. Her tongue swirls inside, licking the taste of Jon from him as she moans, going deeper.
Robb presses closer, sliding a hand between them, over her hand until his fingers slip in beside hers. He struggles for breath, inhaling sharply as a hunger rolls under his skin, wanting more and aching at the feeling of their fingers joined tightly together, inside her---he can tell Jeyne feels it, too, even if she doesn’t know, doesn’t understand quite yet. Jeyne gasps, biting at his swollen and sore lips as she breaks away, her skin growing hot and damp as she writhes underneath him. “What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes on him, feverish and bright, but heavy with a questioning as she holds his gaze, her forehead falling against his.
“Relax,” he says, sliding his fingers deeper inside her, holding hers when Jeyne tries to move them.
Robb can feel her heartbeat quicken in tempo, the way her breath puffs out against his mouth as her eyes search his in confusion. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
He curls their fingers together as she rocks down on their hands, feeling the way her breath hitches, how wet she is---that’s good, he thinks. “Not yet,” Robb says.
“Not yet?” Jeyne asks as she arches up, catching her teeth on his lip, moaning against his chin as he rubs his thumb against her clit, spreading his fingers inside her (wide and wider, he needs to stretch her, make her slick, so they both fit). A shudder goes through her and it pierces through him like an electric shock, buzzing out across his skin as he thinks, we’re going to do this. He presses his mouth her throat as his other hand lays across the small of her back, holding her while Jeyne clings to him, her own hand sliding over his back; he feels a sharp pain in between his shoulder blades as her fingernails dig in. “What are you waiting for?”
Robb presses closer as he adds another finger, slow and careful, watching as her breath grows shallow, watching the shift in her face as her eyelids flutter and threaten to close, and keeps waiting for her to pull back, tell him it’s too much, tell him no. Instead, he feels her rock down harder, feels her fingernails claw down his back as she hisses against his neck. “We have to wait for Jon,” he whispers. “Then you’ll see.”
“Don’t worry,” Robb hears Jon says, his voice softer, but still rough. “It shouldn’t take too long. Growing up was a life-long training of how to keep up with Robb.” He glances towards Jon, finding him almost sitting up, curled over to his side, watching them---he gives Robb another faint smile, looking at him like he knows, letting Robb know that he’s in.
“Are you both going to fuck me?” Jeyne asks, whispering it in his ear. Her teeth drag over the shell of his ear, pulling his attention back towards her. Robb feels her press close with her breasts against his chest as she rolls her hips down on their joined hands; he whines without being touched as she works him with her body against his and a few well-placed words, digging for the answers he’s not telling her. “Is this my real present?”
“Maybe,” Robb says. A grin cuts across his mouth when she pulls back, a pout rising on her lips, but he can see the spark in her eyes, the determination he’s ignited, a fierceness he’s always admired lurking under the surface.
Jeyne’s eyebrow cocks, her eyes assessing him, searching for weaknesses, something he might give away. “Don’t you need to get the lube?” she asks, almost innocently, if it weren’t for the crook in her grin.
Robb knows Jon is listening, watching. He looks toward him, wordlessly, he gets it; Jon pushes himself up, sliding off the bed and turns towards the nightstand when his feet hit the floor. He wants to let his gaze linger and trail over Jon’s naked skin, watching the way his muscles work underneath it as he moves, follow the line of his spine as he bends to rummage for the lube, but this was for Jeyne. Robb refocuses his attention, turning back to Jeyne, who looks between him and Jon with her eyes slitted and dark, trying to puzzle out what game they were playing. Robb tries to drag her eyes away from Jon, rubbing his fingers up inside her, manipulating hers to do the same as he catches her gaze---Jeyne’s eyes are sharper when she looks at him, but she moves with the motion of their hands, working her body down against the friction.
“There’s---,” Jeyne says on a gasping breath, a hitch in her voice when Robb crooks his fingers up and presses hard, rubbing them in a circle before pulling them back, taking her hand with his, “---something you’re not telling me.” He watches her bite her lip, holding back a noise when he thrusts their fingers back inside, spreading them as wide as they’ll go. “I can tell. You’re not particularly subtle.”
“I lack subtly,” Robb says, leaning and trailing kisses down the side of her neck, sucking at the junction of her shoulder, moving down. “But you still haven’t figured it out yet.” He flashes a smirk when he lifts his head, then dropping it down to lick up the curve of her breast, then wrapping his lips around her nipple. Robb nips gently at the tip, rolling her sensitive flesh between his teeth as Jeyne’s back arches into him. He hears the echo of her quiet, breathy moans shuddering through her lungs as he angles their fingers deeper, feeling Jeyne open up around them.
“You think you’re so clever,” Jeyne says like a hiss, her teeth clenching over her words as Robb moves down lower, trailing kisses over her stomach.
Robb flicks his eyes up towards hers, catching the ways she watches him with a pink flush dusting her cheekbones, underneath her freckles, with his lips parted and her breath coming out in little pants, but he want doesn’t soften the animosity in her eyes as she glares down at him---it must be killing her not to know, Robb thinks and grins at her. “Obviously not as clever as you,” he says, then dips his tongue into her folds, angling around their hands as he licks over her clit as her hips jerk up into his mouth, feeling their fingers slip deeper inside her.
Robb strokes their fingers against Jeyne's cunt as they slide back, then in again, massaging her open (he keeps thinking, she doesn't know, doesn't know that there will be more than fingers here, and it drives him on, making their hands thrust together inside her cunt, making her loose and ready). All the while he runs his tongue over her, breathing in the heady scent of Jeyne, the sharpness of himself fading away, but still there, he can still taste it, the lasting remnants. His tongue curls under the delicate hood of flesh and pressing down on her clit, swirling circles around it as she surges up hard, her breathing coming in quick and erratic, her pulse racing, and he worries he'll make her come again too soon and nearly wants her to.
Robb shivers when he feels lips press at the base of his spine, the pressure warm and wet, sending shocks through him as a tongue curves over the notches of his vertebrae, causing his head to jerk up and lock eyes with Jeyne. She watches intently, her bottom lip tucked behind her teeth, more focused than she ought to be with wide dark eyes. Jon’s mouth travels up and over his shoulder until a warm body blankets his back and a scratchy chin rests on his shoulder as an arm wraps around his waist, hand spread over his stomach. “I got it,” Jon whispers against his ear, then drops the lube onto the bed in front of Robb.
“Did you go to Antarctica to get it?” he asks, and Jon laughs, and Robb feels it reverberate through his back.
“What are we doing?” Jeyne asks, again, a thinness in her voice as she sighs and Robb turns back to her and watches her expression shift into something softer, more open, trying to ply him with pleading eyes where her determination failed.
Robb nudges her leg instead of answering. “Spread your legs wider,” he says. “We need to make room for Jon.” The sweetness in her face fades away into a glare, but Jeyne complies, moving her legs further apart.
Jon moves to his side, but remains pressed against Robb---he can feel Jon half-hard against his thigh, lets his hand brush over his cock as Jon leans in.“You need to tell her,” he says lowly, Robb only making out the slightest shift in his voice as his touch. “We’re not doing this until you tell her.”
“I will,” Robb says (and he means it, he does, but not yet, he thinks, I don’t want to tell her yet). Robb doesn’t know if Jon believes him or not, but he doesn’t say anything more, unless the whine in his throat counts when Robb wraps his hand around his cock, stroking down, feeling it stiffen more. “Were you watching us?” he asks, turning his head toward Jon’s, breathing over his ear as Jon trembles against him, thrusting into his hand on the upstroke. “Did it make you hard?”
“Pay attention to the task at hand,” Jon says, reminding Robb through gritted teeth, but he still rocks into his hand.
“I thought I was helping you,” Robb whispers, then lets go, smirking to himself when Jon moans at the loss of contact. “But I suppose you’re hard enough.”
“No need to stop on my account,” Jeyne says, and Robb looks at her and finds her attention fixed upon them, her expression near a leer and she winks when he notices Robb looking at her. “I was quite enjoying the second free show.”
“Sorry,” Robb says as he picks up the bottle of lube and flicks the cap open. “We have other plans.”
“And what might those be?”
Robb grabs Jon’s hand and pours the lube over his fingers. “Patience is a virtue.” He can nearly feel Jon roll his eyes beside him as he rubs his fingers together, warming the liquid as he shifts closer, bending to kiss Jeyne’s thigh as he moves in, Robb shifting a little to make room.
He feels two of Jon’s fingers slip inside Jeyne’s cunt under his, and his stomach flips and twists as he feels a heat break out over his skin like a forest fire, rushing over his ears, hearing the gasp that punches out of Jeyne’s throat on a sharp whine, keening high through the haze as he watches her eyes roll back in her head---her eyes close when Jon’s fingers slide fully inside. Jon moves closer, maneuvering around Jeyne’s leg, reaching up and brushes her hair off her face, then cupping Jeyne’s cheek as her eyes flutter open while Robb keeps their hands still. “Is it too much?” Jon asks, voice soft and careful.
“No,” Jeyne says, a tremble in her voice as she tries to relax her breathing. “No. I’m okay. I just didn’t---I thought---”
Robb leans in as close as he can, resting his hand on the back of Jon’s neck, kissing Jeyne’s jaw. “You thought Jon and I were going to fuck you.” His mouth ghosts over Jeyne’s and she leans up to kiss him, capturing his mouth fiercely. Robb can feel the way Jeyne shifts her hips experimentally and knows she’s ready, that she’s recovered from the shock as she rocks down on all of their fingers, tucked up inside of her with her teeth baring down on his lip. “We are,” Robb says, breaking away from the kiss, curling his fingers over hers as Jon follows the movement with his own, pressing up, “here.”
Jeyne lets out of shuddering breath. “You remembered.”
Robb laughs. “You made it impossible to forget.”
(Not her eyes, flinty in the darkness as she rose up over him, staring down at him with Jon behind her, kissing her neck and shoulder as Robb held onto her hips, Jon’s hands locked around his, feeling his cock slide against his through thin layers of flesh and skin. Not she how she leaned in close, rocking forward and dragging Jon with her, her hands pressed flat against his chest as he felt her lips against his ear. Not what she whispered, breath hot and words dangerous in his ear, setting him off, I wish you both were fucking me in my cunt.)
Robb feels Jon stretch out his fingers, gently pulling at Jeyne’s cunt as she moves, watching her with a furrow in his brow. “This is okay?” he asks, but doesn’t stop moving his fingers; it urges Robb to work with him, fanning out his fingers, curling them up, twisting them as his thumb brushes up against her clit. Jeyne inhales with a jerk.
“Yes,” she says, breathy and soft. “We can skip the preliminaries, though. I’m ready.”
Jeyne slides her hand out first (he almost wants to keep her there, wants to keep stretching her and teasing her until she comes around all of their fingers---but he knows he wants more, the anticipation of what comes next jumping in his throat and sending a fervor kick-starting through his veins). Robb is surprised by the space she leaves behind, moving his fingers into it as Jon’s curl behind his. Robb pulls his out second, watching as Jeyne trails her wet fingers over her stomach, her ribcage, over the swell of her breast until she’s circling her nipple with her fingertips as Robb finds himself sucking his own fingers into his mouth. Jon keeps working her with his hand, fucking her with his fingers even as Jeyne pushes him back.
Robb watches as Jeyne nudges Jon along the bed, shifting out of the way, then following her up the bed as she props Jon against the pillows. Jeyne straddles his hips with Jon’s hand still between her thighs, holding herself up on shaking knees by his shoulders as Jon bows his head and sucks the nipple she touched into his mouth, his free hand wrapping around her hip. “Enough,” Jeyne says, pulling Jon’s hand away, gripping his cock with hers as she leans forward and rests her forehead against Jon’s, keeping his eyes on hers. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?”
Jon doesn’t answer, just pulls her down over him by the hips as Jeyne angles him, until she lets go and holds onto his shoulders, rocking until he slides completely inside her as they gasp into each other’s mouths. Robb watches them as they move together, caught by the sight, enjoying the way Jeyne’s back moves, the way her hair falls over her, black and tangled as she fucks herself on Jon’s cock, likes the sight of Jon’s hands gripping her hips, hard and tight and Robb hope they leave bruises---they almost kiss, but then they pull back. Their heads turn in his direction, Jeyne casting her eyes over her shoulder as Jon looks around her, their eyes falling on him as they stop.
“Come here,” Jon says. “Or we’ll get off without you.”
Robb crawls up the bed toward them, grabbing up the bottle of lube, muttering, “I can’t help it if you two are a fucking distraction.”
“Or maybe you’re just easily distracted.” Jeyne rises up over Jon, letting out low moan as she grins over her shoulder at him.
Robb uncaps the lube and pours it out onto his hand, noticing the way it shakes (he feels tense, wound-tighter as he gets closer, something akin to adrenaline running through him, amping up his senses and making his dizzy at the same time, making his heart beat harder, catching his breath in his throat---and he shakes, he can’t stop shaking); he closes the bottle and casts it aside. He sidles up behind Jeyne, straddling Jon’s thighs, pulling her hair off her neck so he can kiss her skin there. “Lean forward,” Robb says in her ear, pressing himself against her back. “Into Jon, shift your hips back and angle them up.”
Jeyne lifts her hands to the headboard behind Jon’s head and locks her fingers around the iron framework as she shifts her body like Robb told her. Jon holds her waist, kissing her throat as Robb’s hand drifts underneath her. He doesn’t warm the lube so Jon and Jeyne both gasp when he slips his fingers inside, though he can’t tell if it’s the sensation, or the way his fingers feel beside Jon’s cock---his own breath escapes his throat like a punch when he runs his fingers up the shaft of Jon’s cock with Jeyne’s cunt wrapped around them, warm and wet. Robb curls his fingers and Jon whines as a tremor runs down Jeyne’s back; he pulls them out, then works them back in, feeling the way Jon and Jeyne shift with them, reveling in the noises they make---the quiet, strangled ones that they bite off and try to hide as he makes a space for himself to fit.
“Robb,” Jeyne says, a whine in her voice. “Come on. Stop. I don’t want to come before you’re inside, too.”
He hesitates, for a moment, spreading his fingers as Jeyne groans, her hands loosening as she collapses against Jon, worrying it might be too tight---worrying it might be too much, that it could hurt---then Jeyne turns towards him, whispering, “please.”
Robb slides his hand out and wraps it around his cock, slicking it down as he moves up behind her, slipping the tip against her cunt, feeling Jon’s cock against his---he has to bury his face against Jeyne’s neck as he slowly thrusts inside, careful not to bite too hard as his hands grip tight over Jon’s on her hips until he bottoms out inside her. Robb feels like he fell on his back and knocked the wind out himself, like he can’t catch his breath, his breathing quick and shallow and the room has started spinning---eventually he manages a gasp, sucking in deep and comes back to himself, his eyes falling on Jon’s. His breath puffs past his lips, quickened; Jon looks at Robb like he’s been taken apart, undone---Robb feels like that, hearing Jeyne’s soft whimpers, seeing the way her hands curl against Jon’s chest.
Jeyne is tight around them, him and Jon, their cocks pressed together like one in her cunt. It anchors him, it makes him feel like he’s falling apart, it tugs at pieces of him he didn’t know were there. He feels it shoot up his spine white-hot and scorching when Jon moves, working up and out of his throat as a grunt, while Jon sits up as he presses Jeyne’s back against Robb’s chest, moving closer as the angle changes (they brush up against each other, rocking with shallow thrusts, almost like Jon had pinned him to the bed---but Jeyne is there, between them, above them, all around them; Robb thinks hysterically, I made us all fit together).
Jon wraps his hand around the back of Robb’s neck, his grip rough and bruising as he yanks Robb forward as a yelp escapes his lips. Jeyne starts moving between them, quick, small shifts of her hips as she tests the feel, pushing how far she can take this---suddenly moving faster, rocking down harder, crying out. Jon drags their mouths together over Jeyne’s shoulder as Robb feels the shift of his cock against his when he pulls out, then thrusts in, matching the pace Jeyne set for them. He’s pressed in tight with his skin glued to Jeyne’s, moving with the shift of her body as Jon tugs him closer with his tongue tracing along the roof of his mouth as he feels the weight of his hand, thumb tracing down the side of Robb’s neck possessively.
Robb lifts his hips, picking up their rhythm as Jon bites at his lip and pulls back with a gasp, resting his forehead against Robb’s (he wonders if he felt it, too---the spark of heat, if it burned up his spine when he felt Robb move against him). Jeyne’s stuck between them, no space between his chest and Jon’s, no space between them anywhere. They’re tangled and twisted up, too close---he feels like he’s fallen through the barrier of their skin, that their bones have broken and fractured with the impact, then healed fused together, and he became more a part of them than he was before, the three of them forming a new creature, a new beast---he can’t tell who’s heart is beating in his chest, what set of lungs is keeping him breathing.
“Harder,” Jeyne says, her voice low and thick as she rises up, then drops back down over their cocks, forcing them deeper as she drags Robb’s hand down her front, presses his fingers against her, feeling the mess they’re making start to coat his fingertips. “I need---come on---”
Jeyne’s mouth is hot and wet as Robb feels her press kisses down his jaw, nudging Jon’s face towards hers with her fingertips and meeting her mouth against his. Robb feels them kiss against his lips, almost like they’re kissing him, too. Robb makes Jeyne bite at Jon’s mouth, hears the muffled noise she makes when he rubs at her clit, his fingers slipping lower to brush against Jon.
“Fuck,” Jon says as he breaks the kiss, moaning against Jeyne’s neck when he head falls against her, cradles on her shoulder as his nails dig into Robb’s skin. Jon pulls back and thrusts in quicker, shocking a gasp from Robb’s throat as he feels the force of it against his cock, “Jesus.”
Robb rests his head at the base of Jeyne’s neck, kissing her shoulder blade and breathing her in (skin and sweat and Jeyne---he can smell himself and Jon, slight but lingering) as he thrusts back against Jon, feeling the way they both start to shake apart in his hands as he starts to join them---the tension his stomach and the burn at his back, the tautness of Jon’s muscles under his hand as Jon grips harder, nails digging into the back of his neck as Robb feels the strain in his arm, in his legs underneath Jeyne and him; the tight clench of Jeyne bearing down on them as she moves herself back and forth, the circle her hips make as her face ducks against Jon’s shoulder as Robb feels the tremble rising up in her limbs.
Robb doesn’t know who comes first (he isn’t sure it matters); it all blurs together in the haze of his mind as he feels his body move without thought or command, pushing and searching---until he feels them all fall off the edge. Jon grunts in his ear, ending on a whine when Robb feels him spill beside him, hot and sticky as they slide together; he feels the twitch in Jon’s cock as his hips jerk, forcing a cry from his mouth. He shoves inside with his eyes closed shut, feeling the thrum of Jeyne underneath him, the pound of her heart through her back (he thinks he’s coming with Jon, he can feel the it pull through his body, down low through his stomach as Jon holds onto him, always holding onto him). Robb opens his eyes when Jeyne cries out, sees her biting down on the noise with her teeth sinking into Jon’s skin, feels her as she shakes against him, as her cunt pulses around him and Jon, like his hand around the both of them, squeezing as he jacked them off---only it was Jeyne.
Robb feels their come---his and Jon’s and Jeyne’s, theirs---warm, dripping out onto his fingers still pressed against Jeyne, messier than before as it rolls down her thigh and falls on Jon’s leg, feels it drenching him. He wants to taste it, like when he licks Jon from Jeyne’s cunt, tasting them both and knowing he’s been there, been where Robb’s been, but more (together, it would taste like all of them together). It makes him dizzy and delirious to think about, like he could come again even as satiety settles in his limbs, softening his strained muscles as he curls over Jeyne’s back, arm wrapped around her waist. Robb likes it like this, the three of them pressed together, skin to skin, nearly sharing the same breath; he doesn't want to move, just wants to stay and see how much further he can fall into them.
But Jeyne moves, shifting her hips up as she rising on shaky knees with Jon’s help, holding her up as she tries to slip away with his hands gripping tighter and holding her in place. “Robb,” Jeyne says softly, gently like any sudden movements would startle him. “You have to let go.”
“Don’t want to,” he mumbles against her shoulder.
He feels her sigh and uncurl his fingers. “It’s uncomfortable.”
Robb lifts his eyes up a fraction, just enough to meet Jon's eyes, his mouth still pressed to Jeyne’s shoulder, breathing against her skin---he’s not sure what he’s expecting to see, if he hopes to find encouragement, or not, but what he gets is an exasperated look and a fond smile. “You can’t stay like that forever,” Jon says, then laughs. “It’s as if you think there won’t be anymore snuggling.”
Jeyne writhes as she struggles with his hold, hissing and tensing against him, and he realizes it’s probably for the best, kissing her apologetically. “Okay,” Robb says, then starts to ease himself out slowly, feeling Jon falling away with him, feeling Jeyne breath deep through her back and hold it as they slide out.
Robb pulls his hand away, trailing it over Jeyne’s skin, leaving sticky streaks as he hauls it up (one last taste, he thinks, holding Jon's gaze and feeling Jeyne's on him) and draws his messy fingers to his mouth---but Jon catches his wrist before they touch his lips, pulling Robb’s hand toward him, around Jeyne. Jon sucks Robb’s fingers into his mouth, watching Robb’s face, his gaze measured, calculating as his tongue curling around the tips, licking away their come, stealing away what Robb had wanted to taste. He whines, feeling his lips rise in a pout and catches the roll of Jeyne’s eyes in the periphery of his vision.
“If you two want to mess around some more, be my guest, but leave me out of it. I need at least a nap before the next round,” she says as her limbs turn loose, falling limp between them as the energy saps out of her, held up by the balancing act of their bodies.
Robb tugs his hand away from Jon’s mouth as he releases him, teeth pinching and nibbling at his fingertips as his other hand catches her around her ribs. “I don’t think I could go another round, either,” Robb hears Jon whisper to Jeyne, her forehead coming to rest against his, then he presses a kiss on the edge of her cheekbone, pulling her along as Jon slides down the bed.
They crumple in a heap on the bed as exhaustion takes its hold on all of them, too tired to clean themselves up or even pull the covers over themselves, twining together instead. Jon shifts out from underneath Robb and Jeyne, but pulls them against him when they settle at his side. Jeyne tucks her head under his chin as Robb sprawls over her, feeling Jon’s arm wrap around the both of them, his hand curling around Robb’s hip as Robb stretches his arm, letting his hand come to rest against Jon’s chest.
He feels warm despite the air cooling over his damp skin, bare except for the places they touch, comfortable despite the way they settle into each other, limbs tangled and twisted and set off at odd angles. Robb knows he’s going to wake up with a crick in his neck, a hangover splitting open his head, and itchy and stuck to Jon and Jeyne in places he shouldn’t, but he feels himself drifting off with his lips curling, letting the cadence of their matched breathing and the steady beats of their hearts become his lullaby, lulling him into sleep.
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