Accepting silent challenge wholeheartedly, Robb gladly took robber baron's share of gold nuggets and left nothing behind but bawling children and poor widows in his wake. Pockets turned out at pistol point, demanding jewels and contents of purses and carriage coffers at all speed this highwayman was truly greedy beyond comprehension.
And why not? It'd been such a very long time since his last (which had also been his first) proper rimjob. A clandestine encounter along the Russian-Ukrainian border now a faded snapshot filed away in the old memory banks when too much cheap vodka and too little inhibition for all parties involved found Robb the following morning naked as the day he was born in the middle of a five-person sandwich. Clothing strewn about in cramped, messy flat a veritable wasteland of hung over club rats and empty liquor bottles greeted him when equally blurry eyes and brain finally sorted themselves enough to survey the wreckage. His favorite socks had gone missing, he recalled, no doubt the nine-and-a-half stone bull mastiff also residing in the household had chewed them to soggy bits overnight.
He'd been a different person back then; living like yesterday was but a dream and tomorrow would never ever come.
These days, Robb clung to the idea of a very real, tangible future with the man currently doing the most amazing things to his arsehole. Who knew Jon Snow boasted rapid tongue action of a viper? He certainly hadn't, but he damn sure intended to put star appendage to work whenever he could from now on, thank you so fucking much!
Bless him and little green apples, Robb recited childhood litany with a cocksucking grin round the most spectacular trouser beast of all time.
They needed to be careful, though, for all his enthusiastic deep throating the last several minutes had his man rock hard and nearly ready to spill. Loath as he was to give up the slick, sloppy in-and-out on either end, Robb desired so much more today. Getting tongue fucked was indeed grand, but Jon's monster prick beckoned.
Giving a final hollow-cheeked pull, Robb released suctioning hold, coming off with a vulgar pop! worthy of an adult film award.