RP: Songs From the Big Chair Who: Jon Snow and Robb McLellan When: 20 August 2013; evening Where: Cozied up in the sitting room of 915 South Van Ness Status: Complete Word Count: 7,929
Heeding Renly's sage advice, Robb had treated his lover tonight to not only one of his top five home cooked Sunday best meals but delectable pudding form of slow, lazy oral gratification sprawled on sitting room sofa. Jon had loved it, naturally, never refusing the chance for Robb to inhale every last straining inch of uncut English prick. Quite a mouthful and then some, even with added attribute of an overly-wide piehole and enough prior cocksucking experience to know how to get around pesky physical limitations mere mortals were often saddled.
Jon Snow could test a person in that respect. Trouser beast more the anaconda than any piddling old garden snake but Robb wasn't complaining, thanks much, even when his jaw ached afterward, and it often did; as well as a lingering burn at the back of his throat and soft palate from prolonged abuse.
The latter two at least he could numb a bit with strong adult beverage, momentarily giving up coveted hold round Jon's torso for a quick nip. Budged up and cozy, snug as bugs in a rug - whatever you wanted to call it, that's where soulmates now found themselves. So when he thought the time exactly right, Robb inhaled a deep breath, preparing himself for what he had to accomplish the next little while. He'd need all his wits about him with absolutely no room for even a single misstep else everything he and Renly (and by extension, Loras too) had been working toward would completely fizzle. Lads' planned kink weekend at House Baratheon would end up just a dream never fully realized and relegated to the dustbin forevermore.
"We've gotten an invite to Renly and Loras' this weekend..." he began once mental britches were pulled up high as they'd go and liquor courage greased all the necessary cogs. Tread carefully now, Robb reminded himself for the umpteenth time already, making sure Jon was again fully wrapped tight in his arms (and legs!) - just the way clingy bairn preferred post-endorphin rush - before continuing.
"Seems they've acquired a really clever piece of bondage equipment for the playroom and they're wondering if we'd mind a bit of explorative scening. Pressure-free, of course; whatever we might fancy, be it just sitting back and watching or actually participating..."