Of Bastards, Brothers and Mended Things (Game Of Thrones)

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Rowen chuckled from the back of his throat and stepped closer, and closer to Jon. "I was thinking something... Hmm... similar to last night." He smiled thinly and let his tongue pass through his lips. Rowen gently traced Jon's cheekbone then his stubbly jaw. Rowen's fingers paused at the other man's jaw and tilted his face up to meet his own as Rowen leaned in for a kiss. His lips pressed against Jon's in a teasingly gentle kiss. While Rowen couldn't deny establishing his dominance over Jon the night before was thrilling and sensational on all accounts, he preferred something more gentle. Even when the raven haired man pressed Jon right up against the cold stone wall, it was a surprisingly tender movement.
 
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Jon’s face flushed darkly as the other loomed over him, and found short gasps leaking from his lips with each brush of the other’s calloused fingertips. He flicked his eyes up to meet Rowen’s, taken with the intense, molten gold look of the other’s orbs, they seemed to burn right through him. His breath caught when his lips touched the other’s, and he felt his hand tangle in Rowen’s thick hair of its own accord. Jon’s tongue tangled with the other male’s, his body molding against the hard one before him. “Mmph, you’d better find me some food later.” He murmured against his lover’s lips, free hand gliding into the folds of Rowen’s cloak, before finding the hem of his shirt and sliding his hand along the other’s strong abdomen. He let his hand wander as they shared heated kisses, eventually finding the dark hair that lead the way to the ‘blade’ Rowen had wielded so skillfully the night before. Jon teased and ran his fingers through his hair along with the other’s dark mane.
 
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Rowen groaned hungrily and let his fingers brush along the faint outline of Jon's ribs until his fingers were gently pressing against Jon's nipples. Rowen had to resist the urge to bite down on the Stark bastard's lips, or turn him around and take him violently. He yearned for something gentle this time around. Rowen dropped his hands to Jon's breaches and teasingly fiddled with the strings. His fingers brushed against Jon's groin as he slowly worked the knot, and pulled his pants open. The raven haired man rubbed his fingers along the gentle form of Jon's hips, and followed the form of Jon's muscles until Rowen's touch reached dangerously close to the other man's crotch, close enough to cause a reaction from Jon. Rowen continued to gently caress and tease Jon, waiting until he could not keep his licentious urges contained.
 
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Jon felt his skin begin to burn despite the frigid weather. His nipples hardened eagerly at the other’s touches, and it was he could do not move into him like a whore. He licked his lips, breaths becoming pants as Rowen’s hands dropped to his breeches. A chill raised goose bumps over his heated skin. His back arched when the other’s fingers came so near to his half-erect blade and brought a low groan from him. The bastard’s hands fluttered over Rowen’s arms as his mouth found its way to the other’s throat which he kissed and licked. “Rowen ah!” He moaned, nuzzling against the other’s ear. He swallowed and let his hips push forward into Rowen’s touch, asking for more in the most…subtle way he could think of.
 
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Rowen couldn't help but feel exhilarated at the strained moans that slipped between Jon's lips. He wanted to tease the Stark bastard for just a moment longer, but he did not want to be any crueller than he was before. Rowen grunted from the back of his throat and sighed in pleasure as he turned Jon around, and took a second to feel the smooth sides of the bastard. He teased the bastard, playing with him like a guitar, wondering what strings he should pluck. Jon's moans sent shivers down Rowen's spine, and the raven-haired could not constrain himself. Viciously, Rowen tore Jon's breeches off of his hips, and let his hands work in front. Rowen sucked and nibbled Jon's neck tenderly, until he lowered Jon to his knees and began to trust, and bit down on the soft skin in ecstasy... trying to stifle his loud grunts.