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The night had not quite passed them yet, and Duncan the tall was not quite drunk. Something akin to buzzed, perhaps, or tipsy. Uneasy on his feet and uneasy about his morals. The partying had died down by now, lord Baratheon probably off somewhere enjoying himself with a woman. The thought made Dunk a little irritated. It was unfair, really, being so big and clumsy. You tended to terrify people the same way an aurochs would. Any misstep coming across as a threat- he sought to make himself smaller when possible, non threatening and almost sweet.
The wine in its skin, was heady and sweet, and went down easy. Dunk glowered at the liquid. Should he lower his inhibitions any more than he had already.
"Hullo, Ser! There you are. I thought you'd run off and got yourself eaten by the fauna."
Duncan jumped out of his skin, and loosened his back and shoulders to make himself a tad more easygoing, blue eyes going wide.
"M'lord!" He quickly stuttered, and went to stand, tripping over his feet. The other man, Lyonel Baratheon, roared with laughter as Duncan scrambled on the bank of the stream, struggling to keep his balance.
"Give you a fright, did I? Not very becoming of a Knight. Aren't you fellows supposed to be prepared for anything?"
There was an amusement to his tone, a flush to his cheeks that suggested intoxication, but not too much. Just like Duncan. A little swayed. "Come, enjoy the music, the dancing is not over yet. And you were such a sight to behold too."
"Ah... mlord, I'll have to decline."
Lyonel raised an eyebrow, ever curious, (nosy bastard) thought Duncan, a tad meanly. He just wanted to sulk, alone.
"Eh? Something amiss?"
"Nothing you can solve, ser."
Instead of shrugging and going back to his wine and women, Lord Lyonel Baratheon sat himself down next to Duncan on the bank, patting the spot next to him.
"Come, sit." The older man beckoned. Duncan couldn't find the words to refuse him, so he sat. "Was the evening not to your liking, Ser?"
"No, it was lovely, m'lord." Duncan bit his lip. "I enjoyed myself."
"Not enough, if you're out here sulking. Or perhaps too much? Has a maiden spurned you?"
"No, I...."
"Of course, of course. You seem the shy type."
"I'm not shy- I... I am just... perhaps a little... intimidating."
"Intimidating, eh? I see, I see." He hummed warmly in understanding. "It's like being a lord, I suppose. You frighten off the good ones."
Duncan hesitated, and reached out in the grass for the wineskin.
"Yes. I suppose." He agreed. There was silence between them, but not an awkward one. Something in Lyonels posture suggested he was preparing for something, biding his time. Duncan wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.
"I think A woman would be quite fortunate to have you, Ser." He suddenly said, his eyes twinkling away.
Dunk blushed, and hid his face in his hands ,leading to a roar of laughter from the Baratheon who clapped him on the back.
"M'lord- Ser, you cannot just-"
"I can say what I damn well please. Look at yourself, Ser Duncan the tall, and think about what women want!" He chuckled, the sound quickly dying out in his throat as he shuffled a little closer. "Think about what anyone wants."
"Ser?"
He could smell the wine, but it wasn't as strong as he would like to think it would have to be to do this. Suddenly, there was a hand on his large, muscular thigh, stroking ever closer to his hip.
Oh, Lord Baratheon was bold.
"Ser!" Duncans eyes widened, but he didn't pull away as such, merely angled himself to look at the Baratheon lord a tad better. "I-"
"Tell me, Ser Duncan... what do you think *I* want? Tonight?"
"Ser, it's... the wine, you can't-"
"Have the rumours yet to reach you up there, boy? I want what I damn well please. No wine can stop me... perhaps a bit of liquid courage, yes." Lord Baratheon stood. "If you reject me, lad, and I can't imagine why, stay here. If you're interested... well, follow me."
And lord Lyonel walked away, towards the edge of the camp, into a patch of undergrowth.
Duncan should walk away. He should stay away. He should run for the hills. Instead, he finds himself picking up the wineskin and wandering, way too quickly, after Lyonel Baratheon.
.
"You can grab my arse. I don't bite. At least not in a way you won't like."
Dunk suddenly felt clumsy. Nervously, he traced his hands down the Sers body, feeling every curve and oh by the Seven, this really was happening...
He laid his hands on the man's hips instead, a little chaste, digging his thumbs into the muscle there. The man laughed, but it felt warm, easy. Not at him. With him. It wasn't mocking. It felt good.
"Chivalrous type, are we?" He smirked, his cocky grin almost glittering with that particular type of amusement.
"Im- I've never..."
"Never?" He raised an eyebrow, then two, the surprise only gracing him momentarily before Lyonel rested his hand on his, guiding it round to squeeze-
Dunks face grew impossibly hot.
"Your first lay is with me? Ha!" Lyonels face lit up with sheer joy, patting Duncans hand warmly. "Aren't you a lucky thing... I know my way around a cock. I'm no blushing, fumbling virgin... you'll have a good time, yes yes.... first time for everything, my dear." Lyonel hummed pleasantly. "Be as rough as you like. What's the point in having all these muscles if you never use them?"
Dunk shuddered and bent down to bury his face in Lyonels shoulder, emitting a whine that reminded him rather like a nervous pup. Lyonel laughed again as he felt the warmth of his cheek against his neck.
"Will I have to undress myself, too? Mm? Or will you tear my clothes off me? Do be careful with the silks. I have plenty, but it would be unbecoming of me to show up in ripped clothing in a pinch. Would invite too many questions. But yes. I intend to enjoy you thoroughly." His eyes flickered with amusement, and he pulled back Duncs head by his short, shaggy blond hair, kissing down his neck unashamedly and with the ease of lots of practice. For a moment, Dunk felt ashamed that he could barely find it in his strength to do anything but react with a shudder and a gasp. Lyonels kisses are wet, almost lazily sloppy, like he really intends to relax. The bushes don't provide much cover for a man like Duncan, and he finds himself wishing he were smaller. Though perhaps not- but if he were, maybe Lyonel would have done this earlier.
"Are you that green, in matters of lust, Hedge Knight?" Lyonel whispers against his throat, tracing his Adams apple with the edge of his tongue.
"... Yes, Ser- very. If I were a girl, you'd call me a maiden."
Lyonels eyes light up with a kind of excitement.
"If you were a girl, I'd have your maidenhead." He purred. "And I'd treasure it forever... lord, what a picture." he trailed off. Dunk blushed. Was he... picturing him as a maiden? The thought was enough to make him laugh. Who would.... want that? Ser Lyonel, apparently, because he had a dreamy look in his eyes... Dunk temporarily pondered what it would be like to have a maidens parts, soft and easy and inviting. "alas, that is not the case. Do you desire to be taught?"
"By you, yes-" Dunk sighs and relaxes as best he can in Lyonels grip, like a kitten caught by the scruff of the neck. Lyonels hands wander down, further, further...
"Like this." He teases, firmly gripping Duncans arse with a fiendish grin, massaging the flesh through his breeches with his thumbs. "That's how you show a man a good time. Or, perhaps-"
Duncan closes his eyes and whimpers as Lyonels hand grips his cock through the crotch of his breeches.
"Like this.... what kind of man are you, eh, Hedge Knight?"
"Ser, I-"
"It'd be a shame if you were strictly the former. Some men like both. I'm hoping that's the case for you. Be a shame to waste either or. Sometimes there's a certain joy in seeing a big strong man on his knees. I'm happy to tailor my sexual preference of the night to yours. I'm not picky. After all, the classics are the classics for a reason. He grins. "Do you want to pin me down and fuck me raw, Hedge Knight? Or perhaps suck my cock first?"
Duncan felt like he was about to explode, Lyonels grin making him feel like this wasn't real, this was some kind of dream. He would wake up in a field somewhere completely out of his mind and woozy with wine.
"... Is... that something you would like me to do, ser?"
Lyonels eyes flash with something unidentifiable. Amusement, maybe. He laughs, but Duncan feels it's deeper than that. Experimenting, he presses his body against Lyonels, taking deep breaths to try and ensure he stays sane and doesn't collapse there and then.
"I would indeed like that very much." Lyonel fucking purrs like a cat. Or one of those jungle beasts you hear about that prowl Sothoryos in the stories. "Is that what you desire? Hmm? Me ordering you around? Or is this some sort of lordly obligation? If it is, make it known to me, and I shall let go of you right now. And we can pretend this never happened."
"No, I... I would like... it."
"What would you like? Use your words, Ser."
Duncan pulls away as Lyonel gropes him again, eagerly this time, his hand slipping past the fabric of his breeches, and oh god-
"I should... I should like to suck your cock, M'lord."
Duncan whimpers and chokes on the words, humiliated, and Lyonel laughs, triumphant with his ability to make such a noise come out of this much bigger man.
"Very well, Hedge Knight. You have piqued my interest. Come. Quickly." And Lyonel pulled away, just like that, the spots on Duncan burning where he had touched. And yet, despite his nerves, he followed like an eager little pup, the flush still upon his face and his eyes a little glassy with lust.
They snuck into Lyonels tent with a kind of ease that worried Duncan a little bit- the place was warm and inviting. The same as it had been earlier that evening. Duncan took a moment to marvel at it all. What was he doing?
Lyonel wasted no time. He snapped his fingers, chuckling. "Strip. Go on. Let me see what I'm working with."
Duncan hesitated at first. What if Lyonel didn't like what ge saw? No, he was being ridiculous. He pulled at the edge of his tunic, and shifted it over his head. The rustling of roughspun fabric was not quite enough to disguise the sheer roaring in his ears.
Lyonel was grinning and watching eagerly, as Dunc dropped it on the floor, his eyes glittering with mirth. It was a little weird to be stared at so openly, but he was clearly admiring what he saw. It made Duncan feel a little more confident. His boots came next, which felt a little clumsy, and awkward, making Lyonel laugh at him, and soon enough he was standing there in just his breeches, fumbling with the waistband.
"Seven help me..." He muttered under his breath, and pulled them down.
"Oh, the seven can't help you now."
It felt even weirder to be stared at while fully naked, as he stepped out of his clothes, and explored by hungry eyes, especially when the other was fully clothed. Lyonel wandered over to him, tracing a hand down his arm, his waist, thigh, and finally, a soft hand grasped his hard cock. Duncan opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Lyonels hands were surprisingly gentle as one pumped up and down the shaft, admiring the sheer size. Duncan was under no illusion. He was a big man. Big everywhere, in fact.
"You're a wonder, Hedge Knight." He purred. "Look at you..."
He chuckled, and took Duncan by the hand, further into the tent, until his face was lit by the flickering of fire, warm and eager. Duncan was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him. So he did. It was a sweet, shy kind of kiss. Tender, maybe. But Lyonel seemed to enjoy it as Duncan slipped a strong arm around his waist and lifted him off the ground just a little.
"Mmph. You're so sweet, I almost don't want to debase you. Almost."
"Debase me, Ser." Dunk almost begged. He was curious about how he would do it. "I want you to."
Lyonels face lit up. And he laughed warmly, kissing Dunk on the nose with a smile. "Very well."
Dunk let go, and let Lyonel drop onto his tiptoes, where he quickly settled comfortably, adjusting his doublet.
"On your knees, then."
Duncan took a deep breath, and steeled himself, eyeing the other man to try and gauge if this was some sort of test, or anything other than a genuine offer. Lyonel tapped him on the shoulder when it took him a few seconds, as if encouraging him. "Go on."
Dunk went. He dropped to his knees in the tent, his breath coming in quick little bursts. He tried not to think about his cock, hard between his thighs and aching, clearly visible.
Lyonel reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a chalice, taking a small sip. 'For courage." He explained when he saw Dunk looking at him oddly.
"You're nervous?"
Lyonel laughed again, making Dunk blush and hesitate as he reached up just a little to pull down Lyonels breeches.
"Terrified, Ser." He grinned. "Absolutely terrified out of my wits. Can't believe I'm doing this so brazenly." He sighed, and traced a hand under Duncans chin, eyeing him up. "But you're just so pretty, you see. Yes?"
"Im... I'm not really?"
"Oh, please, don't be modest. You're a lovely thing. Were it allowed, or would you be less.... well, you, I'd have you in my household service and have your pretty little mouth warming my cock all up and down Westeros." His thumb slipped lower, tracing Dunks mouth, pressing upon his lower lip. And then it was in his mouth, the taste of sweat, skin. He... felt...embarrassed. But in a good way. He had never done such a thing before. It was as if all the eyes of the realm were upon him, staring at him upon his knees, ready to have a goddamn cock in his mouth. No, more than ready. Wanting to.
Duncan bit his lip and stared up at Lyonels curls as he donned his antlered crown, previously sat upon a nearby table, unable to form words as he considered the thought. It made his cock twitch in the stuffy air of the tent. He took a deep breath and pulled down Lyonels breeches, exposing him to the slightly stuffy air of the tent. Lyonel sighed happily, as if he could barely stand the thought of clothes, and Duncan felt like he might combust as he stared, unashamedly, at the man's nethers. He found his mouth to be watering a little. He wiped it with the back of his hand.
"A sight, isn't it? Well, go on." He grinned. "I can instruct you, if you-"
"No, I- I can-"
"Good lad." He beamed, and rolled his shoulders back. The dark hairs at the base were well trimmed and kept, not overly messy or bushy, which Duncan supposed was in line for Lyonel. He hesitated, and lifted his hand to gently stroke from base to tip. The skin was so soft, Dunc was worried his rough hands would break it. Lyonel seemed to enjoy it though, shuddering and leaning into his touch with a happy, contented mutter of something Duncan couldn't understand.
"Seven above..." He murmured, and tilted his head back. Duncan found himself displeased about this. He wanted him to look. And then he quickly banished the thought and leaned in to press his mouth to the tip, experimenting. The taste on his lips wasn't bad. Salty, a little bitter, but not bad. Something someone could come to crave, he supposed. Lyonel looked down at him then, raising an eyebrow. "Well?"
Dunc pouted, and Lyonel bit the inside of his cheek at the expression upon his face that was so unbecoming of a man so tall and broad.
Maintaining direct eye contact with the man before him, Duncan relaxed his jaw as best he could and leaned forward until he felt resistance from the back of his throat.
"Seven hells-" Lyonel shuddered and gripped Duncan by the shoulder, well within his reach. "Gods above, sweetling-"
It felt a little weird and invasive, but Duncan managed to do it. There was no way he could handle the entire thing... gods above have mercy on his soul, but If Lyonel enjoyed it. The entire thing was kind of... wet, and messy with spit, as he moved his head back. It felt welcome though, and easy... not as intimidating as he thought.
"Haaah... like that, yes-"Lyonel groaned and stuttered his hips a little, trying not to roll them into Duncans mouth. As pleasant as it would be to watch the lad choke on it, and maybe even cry a little, he didn't want to frighten him off just yet.
Body singing from the praise, Duncan tried again, and again, finding an easy rythm and trying to avoid getting his teeth in the way, which was easier said than done.
"Gods, your mouth..." He whispered into the air, laughing a little, the sound a pleasant rumble in his chest. Duncan hummed low, meant to be a joint amusement, but it seemed to make Lyonels legs shake. "Smooth as silk...."
Dunc worked himself faster, eagerly, his hands shaking as they gripped the fabric, his eyes watering a little as he tried to take his length deeper down his throat. He had been right about it being something someone could crave- he wanted more of it, suddenly, wanted to taste it, feel the pride of being able to please someone in this way- Lyonels hips were stuttering, and Dunks eyes were watering with the effort, and the struggle not to gag- Lyonel was whispering praises in between gasps and moans, at one point there was a hand in his hair- Oh, pull me deeper, he wanted to beg, to plead with his eyes. Show me. Show me everything.
And that's when Lyonel wrenched him away, panting, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Dunc suddenly felt like a common whore. He's sure he looked like one too. Lips swollen, hair messy, and the flush on his face.
"I need this for later. Not that I'm complaining about any of this." He grinned again, eyes wild and bright, still panting like he had ran from winterfell to kings landing and was still trying to find his even breaths again. "Not complaining at all, Gods. you're a wonder."
.
Lyonel smelled good, Duncan had discovered during their earlier act. But he looked even better naked, he was a sight to behold. Sharp lines and soft skin, not unfit but still marking the artificiality of someone who did it for aesthetics rather than strict necessity. Duncan found himself staring and barely registering what was happening as he sunk into the furs at his back, closing his eyes as kiss upon kiss was levelled at his lips, soft and practiced and inviting. His horns lay slightly askew upon his curls, and Duncan thought that was quite sweet looking.
"M'lord, I... I don't think I could... Duncan hesitated, propping himself up on his elbows. "Does it hurt?"
"Not in a way that matters once you relax and enjoy the ride. It's... odd. But once you get used to it, it's like flying." Lyonel chuckled, almost shining. "Not that it'll matter, tonight. If we lay together again, maybe."
"...no?" Duncan almost felt disappointed. But he was...
"No. I tend to take full advantage of.... your size, tonight." His friendly smile turned lecherous, his hand reaching out to stroke Duncans cock with such soft palms Duncan was sure he would see stars. Gods above... was he really that big? Truth be told, he had only touched his own cock, and now Lyonels, he supposed, found all the ways he could bring himself faster to completion, but-
"I... You want me to-"
"Oh, I fully intend to see you on your back, one day. Wouldn't that be a delightful sight?" Lyonel grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. Duncan hummed pleasantly and leaned in for more, but a hand was pressed to his mouth. But I don't want to scare you. Though that can be part of the thrill. Tell me, Hedge Knight, did you know that men, the same as women, have a spot inside them that can make any man squeal like a maiden?"
"No, M'lord-" Duncan watched him in amazement. He had never heard of such a thing.
"Surely you've wondered why when two men lay together.... well. Put that brain to work, lad. Where do you think that spot is?"
Duncans brain seemed to go blank, but only momentarily,
"Oh." He said, but it came out more muffled due to Lyonels hand, which was quickly retracted.
"Exactly." He grinned wildly, the stray hairs circling his head catching the candlelight like a halo. "I do owe you thanks, for helping me reach it. It can be most difficult to find it oneself."
Duncans eyes widened as he tried to picture Lyonel on his silks and furs, naked as he was now, his hand between his legs- searching, no, aching- between panted breaths and moans... would he make Lyonel feel like that?
"I'll need to prep myself, first, lad. I couldn't take a cock like that without some effort on my part first. And I think your fingers would split me in two before we even started..."
"Right, I-"
"But rest assured, one day, I shall make you squeal like that. Perhaps I shall fuck you stupid, again and again, with fingers and mouth and my cock, until you can't handle it anymore. Truly." It sounded as if he was thinking out loud, picturing such a thing inside his head.
Lyonel reached back and pulled something sweet smelling out of a drawer. It was a little bottle filled with some kind of liquid- oil, he realised, as the noble dipped his fingers into it.
"Tell me more." Duncan asked. Lyonel looked up, raising his eyebrows.
"I have heard of men who enjoy being trussed up, who enjoy being helpless, or whipped, or spanked. Pretty red marks all over your skin... left by a paddle, or my mouth- I did warn you, I do bite. Would you like that? And then I will take you by the hips and fuck you open, and raw, and you will be powerless to stop me. Is that a thought you enjoy, Ser?"
Duncans mouth opened and closed dumbly as he considered the thought. He would look like a fool, surely, some kind of inside jape... but... the idea was enough to make his cock ache even more, if possible.
"Perhaps I shall, then, some day, when I am not walking bowlegged the next morn. Come, sweetling. Tell me what you think."
"I... I should like you to tie me up, m'lord."
"A man like you feels powerless very little of the time... perhaps that is what you want....no, you need.... yes." Lyonel hummed happily, and met his eyes again, a daring stare. "I will treat you gentle if you like, and rough if you like. Or both... Care to watch, ser?" He grinned, confidently.
"Very much so, M'lord-" Dunc breathed.
"Good lad." He kissed Dunk on the cheek and tilted himself back again, one hand on his cock, the other at his arse. The finger- just one, slipped inside so easily that Dunk nearly missed it, lips parted dumbly. He wanted to kiss, to toy, to reach out and claim something, but The Laughing Storm had told him to watch, so he watched.
"Gods above, ser, you even yearn prettily. What am I supposed to do with you?" Lyonel sighed, finger slowly slipping into the hilt, closing around one of his many rings. Duncan stared at it for a moment, then his eyes flickered up to Lyonels face. His eyes were half lidded, relaxed. Duncan felt like crossing his legs to hide the way his cock twitched at the sight of the older man fucking himself on his fingers.... for a moment, he wondered what it would feel like to sink his cock into him, to feel the warming heaviness of it all. A maiden could not be better, he thought. For this was Lyonels body he wanted and he was sure he would never find such an opportunity again.
"Tell me more about what you should like."
"M'lord... you're beautiful." Duncan said, and immediately wished he hadn't, blushing as Lyonel chuckled at him, beaming with those pretty white teeth, his canines sharp. What would they feel like buried in the side of Duncans neck? "Do not mock me for this, but... I should like you to treat me roughly... use me, Ser. Work me open and show me all these things you know... that I know little of. I want to know what you like, Ser. What you should like to do to me. I... I could be at your disposal, were I to visit Storms End, perhaps for a day or so."
"Gods." He slipped the second finger inside, slowly rolling his hips as his eyes trailed down Duncans naked form. "I'm going to make you *sob*, Hedge Knight. I want to see pretty tears on those pretty cheeks when I'm done with you... Seven hells...."Lyonels head hit the pillow, soft and eager, and he spread his legs a little wider. Dunk crawled closer to him, watching as his free hand went from his cock to his chest, toying with his nipple absentmindedly. "Ah, yes..."
"M'lord, I.. can I touch you-?"
"No." He grinned. "You are to lie back and watch, and then I am going to get on top of you and milk your cock dry. Ah, things would be so simpler if we all battled this way, yes? Imagine the sights..."
"I would rather it not, m'lord." He would be considered a far weaker man indeed.
"Of course of course, you would yield easier and be considered a much weaker man. And I would not. There's the fun of it." A third finger. Would that be enough? Dunk glanced at himself and realised the tip of his cock was starting to flush.
At some point Lyonel lifted his body and crawled up towards Duncan, his earring swinging prettily. "Ah, sweetling, I'm going to give you the ride of your life." He promised. Duncans cock made his hand almost appear small, really, as he took it in one hand and straddled him, working the oil over him as he did.
Duncan whimpered and settled his hands on the other man's hips, sure there would be bruises there in the morning. And let there be- gods, he was a weaker man than he thought.
"Wait, I-"
Lyonel looked wicked. There was resistance first, from the tight ring of muscle that pressed up against the head, then he relaxed, and there was a sort of release of pressure. Duncans vision went white, and he curled up, his head on Lyonels chest as the other man guided his cock into him.
"Good lad... ah... Gods, you're going to break me like I wanted. Excellent." He moaned and shuddered, kissing the other man's curls as he slowly bottomed out.
"Ser, I- ngh... haah..." Duncan felt his eyes watering already as he tried not to roll his hips up desperately into the other man, his body shaking, trembling, almost convulsing with lust. He had never understood it before now, the urge some men had for others, but here, with Lyonel, he wanted him raw and open and now.
"Haha! I think you might actually split me in two, Ser..." Lyonel slowly pushed his hand against his chest, pushing him down amongst the array of fine silks and furs. Duncan was seeing stars, oh, heavens, this was it. He could die right now and be happy, nothing could feel better than this, he was sure.
And Lyonel was laughing, chuckling at him, at his blissed out face.
"Oh, you're not ready."
Lyonel wasn't going to wait, either.
He raised his hips, and Dunk panicked, just for a moment- he wasn't going to leave him like this, was he-
And promptly slammed them back down again.
Dunk sobbed, his eyes slamming shut and his hands scrambling for purchase on Lyonels hips, his thighs, anything to anchor him to reality.
"Please." He begged, not sure entirely what for. "Please, ser. Please, oh, seven hells-"
"Good boy." He purred warmly, a bead of sweat falling from his brow, though his breath was coming in shudders, his hand pressing into the fine hairs of Duncans chest. "Take it easy, there... relax for me, Ser. There... perhaps afterwards I will let you fuck my mouth, yes? Imagine that... it'll be better than any cunt could offer, I promise you. Though you might choke me to death on that cock of yours, I'd die a happy man. Fuck. Oh, Duncan-"
The sound of his name passing Lord Lyonels lips makes him want to do something- so he rolls his hips up into him, and the lord makes a sound like he's been slapped, gasping for air. "Fuck." He says again, like it's some kind of mantra. Duncan does it again, and again, until they find a steady rhythm, and he's fucking into Lord Lyonel Baratheon like it's instinct- though he supposes it is.
It feels so good, the smell of sex in the air, in his nose, the taste of salt and sweat on his tongue, and he wants more of it. Desperately. He could do this forever and never get bored.
"M'lord, Lyonel-"
If Lyonel notices he doesn't show it, save for a quick adjustment so he's pinning Duncan to the bed and rolling his hips over and over again.
"Sweet hells-" he rasps out, cursing gods Duncan barely recognises as his lips clumsily make the sounds. I'm making him feel like this, Duncan thinks. He's making me feel so good, too- this is better than a fight, better than any tourney- Maybe he would take up that offer. Household guard indeed- A warm hole for him to use. The thought is enough to make Duncan truly feel like he's about to experience something holy.
"Oh, fuuuuck."
"Not yet." Lyonel warns him, his voice raspy, but authoritative, controlling, the kind of sound that Dunk is trained like a dog to respond to. His back arches up a little and he squirms on the bed, trying not to finish... oh gods above, he's not going to pull out. Lyonel looks down at him with a grin as he rides him faster and faster, rolling his hips in such a way that makes Duncans mouth suddenly go slack with bliss.
"Please, ser, I-!" He wants to come. He wants to come so badly, wants to feel the way Lyonel tightens around him. Tears spill down his cheeks as he begs prettily. "Ser, I- I need-"
"Not. Yet. Didn't you hear me, lad?" He pants. "Let me savour this. Gods, you're going to split me in two, Hedge Knight. Yes, more, like that- right there, fuck into me."
Duncan does, and Lyonels mouth opens in a silent scream. He's on cloud nine, selfishly chasing his own release, now, and Dunk finds that he doesn't fucking care. He's something to be used, here, a tool, a sword to be pointed. Let him. Let him be one. Let them hear him scream his name... he would happily lie on his back in all sorts of ways for Lyonel Baratheon, gods yes.
He can see the glint of his earring in the dark. He's not sure why that's what he's focusing on right now but he can't hold himself back any longer. Lyonel doesn't stop him as he leans forward and presses their foreheads together, pulling him down as he ruts upwards. A few rough thrusts inside and Duncan claims him, just for a short while. He can feel Lyonel gasp and shudder as he does, shaking with bliss as his own spend spurts over their intertwined thighs. They stay like that for a while, panting, Lyonels curls wild and his body spent.
"Haah.... good lad..." He manages to choke out. "Very- good...mmm... nnn."
"You can hit me for that one, m'lord. I'd deserve it."
"Never. Unless you'd enjoy it." Lyonel laughs and adjusts his hips a tad, allowing Duncans seed to slowly pulse out of him. "Ah, this part is always a little undignified...."
Duncan chuckles, and leans in for another kiss, deep and clumsy, but a kiss nonetheless.
"I'd have you all night if I could." Lyonel sighs wantonly. "That was a cheeky thing to do, Ser. I'd have you over my knee if it were anyone smaller."
"Then... have me." He murmurs, shyly.
"Over my knee? That might be a bit awkward, sweetling." He was grinning again. Warrior above, would he really make him say it?
"No, I- well..." Dunk blushed a radiant red colour that spread up his chest and cheeks.
"Speak, Lad. Say it plainly."
"I'd... gladly sacrifice some sleep for a little more... of you, Ser."
Lyonels cheeky smile softened. "You're softer spoken than you think, Hedge Knight." And he kissed him again, so softly, so easily. "Oh, sweetling.... gods be good, You'll be the death of me."