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Jacaerys was no fool, he’d felt Cregan Stark’s eyes on him the moment he entered Winterfell and they never left.
It was only natural that he’d assume the Northman was cautious of him, a Targaryen always brings trouble after all.
Perhaps it had been caution at first, then that caution had turned into curiosity on Cregan’s part. Jacaerys could feel it, the interest and inquisitiveness the Northman had in him, to say it made Jacaerys both nervous and run hot were understatements.
The man was large, twice the size of him atleast though it wasn’t like Jacaerys ever felt small, not in the Crownlands atleast but up here? In the North with many big men and women around him nevermind the influx of Alpha’s who were so different from his own Mother, was it foolish to think it was almost barbaric the way they all stared like any of them was ready to rip his clothes off in a heartbeat.
Of course he wouldn’t let them, dragonfire was one Hell of a weapon.
Still, none of their stares fuelled him as much as the Lord of Winterfell’s.
“You know if you stare at me hard enough you may turn into stone”
Jacaerys looked back at Cregan as he nursed a tankard of ale in his hand, stronger than he was used to and everytime he had a sip the Omega couldn’t help but cringe.
Still, it would be unbecoming of him if he refused.
“Truly?” Cregan asked him, as elusive as Targaryen’s are he’d heard so many stories, being turned to stone from just a glare was one of the less adventurous ones.
Jacaerys narrowed his eyes as he considered telling the truth or not but he was here to make alliances, not blatantly fib to the Lord of Winterfell.
“Of course not, are all you Northerners so gullible?”
Perhaps Jacaerys should be kinder, but his discourtesy only seemed to humor Cregan more as the Alpha let out a hearty laugh before taking a swing of his drink and slamming it down in front of him.
“Only for pretty Targaryen boys”.
Jacaerys tilted his head at the man.
“Velaryon”. He corrected, though his last name didn’t name him any less a Targaryen.
“Aye, and pretty”.
Jacaerys pursed his lips, staring Cregan down though it was nice to know he could use his looks as a weapon if his sword didn’t suffice.
“Then tell me, Prince, what other rumours are false?”
Or one in particular Cregan was quite interested in.
Jacaerys caught Cregan’s enthusiastic interest too quickly, of course he was no stranger to rumors, especially someone like himself with his particular parentage but with the way Cregan ogled at him he was thinking the Northman’s thinking wasn’t entirely innocent.
“And which one are you referring to, Lord Stark?”
Jacaerys’ eyes didn’t leave the Alpha as he took another sip, shallow so he didn’t end up coughing on the bitter liquid.
“Well, is it true Targaryen Omega’s have cunts that would make a man see his future?”
Cregan’s words were barbaric, voicing it so casually as if it was the norm to speak such vulgarities.
The Seven only know how Jacaerys didn’t choke on his drink at that moment but he continued to be pokerfaced despite the deep blush settling along his cheeks.
“Forward aren’t you, though I understand you Northmen work differently, common courtesy isn’t the norm I see”
And yet Cregan still looked like he was seeking an answer.
“My apologies if I’ve offended you my Prince”. The Northman quickly expressed though Jacaerys didn’t see an ounce of guilt in his expression.
There was a pregnant pause between them whilst Jacaerys took a long, final gulp of his drink, willing it down and swallowing hard.
“And if I said yes? Then what?”
The look that washed over Cregan’s face; a hungry, predatory gaze lingered on the Omega and Jacaerys thought he would be eaten alive.
He wasn’t so far from the truth.
And that’s how Jacaerys Velaryon found himself in the bed of the Lord of Winterfell.
The Omega could still taste the liquor on Cregan’s lips as their lips clashed together in a frenzy, each of them ripping one another’s clothes off though thankfully Cregan had discarded the large fur cloak near the door.
Was it entirely unbecoming of the heir to the Iron Throne to be offering himself up to the Wolf of the North? Perhaps, and yet Jacaerys couldn’t help himself.
It wasn’t long before both of their garments were discarded on the floor save their underwear and Cregan was looking at him; desire fuelled eyes like he was ready to devour.
Jacaerys wasn’t weak in any sense, though his muscle was lithe, one built for the southern climate not bulky and hardened like Cregan.
The man had scars everywhere and it was just making Jacaerys’ cunt ache.
“By the Old God’s I can smell you”. Cregan whispered only to press another kiss against Jacaerys’ frostbitten lips then pushing the boy backwards so he fell back onto the bed.
Jacaerys felt his heart hammering in his chest as the Lord of Winterfell grabbed at his thighs, large, rough and calloused against his skin even if the Omega wasn’t without his own scars.
The Prince swallowed thickly as he stared up at the Alpha, but then Cregan was descending to the floor between his legs and the action made Jacaerys’ eyes widen
Oh.
Jacaerys had heard things before about certain actions with the mouth although he’d never explored it himself— or anything for that matter, should he have disclosed that this would be his first time?
Perhaps if he did the Alpha would intend to be gentle with him, Jacaerys was not a typical Omega made of porcelain, he would not think it proper to be treated as such.
The brute the Northman was, Cregan just had to hook his teeth in the hem of Jacaerys’ undergarment, pulling it from his crotch and down to his thighs, never in the Omega’s life had he found himself so aroused that a simple look urged him to press his thighs together if it wasn’t for Cregan still holding onto them, nor could Jacaerys help the wave of slick that leaked from his cunt.
Fuck.
Foolish Jacaerys was not telling the older man beforehand about his maidenhead because Cregan was damn smirking at him, observing the Omega’s overwhelmed reaction.
“Never done this before, my Prince? To think I'll be the first to lay my mouth upon Jacaerys Targaryen’s cunt”.
Cregan leaned forward, his lips ghosting over Jacaerys’ engorged clit making the Omega’s thigh jump from the sudden stimulation.
“Ah— I said it’s Velaryon”. Not that it quite mattered what his last name was anymore, he would much rather focus on Cregan’s mouth between his legs.
“It could be Stark”.
Before Jacaerys could even say anything about Cregan’s declaration the Northman’s tongue flicked over his clit once— then again and again making Jacaerys let out a sharp gasp and his hips buck up against Cregan’s mouth though the Northman’s hands quickly forced Jacaerys’ legs over his shoulders before snaking his grip up to the younger man’s waist to still him enough so Jacaerys’ writhing didn’t deter his feast; Cregan’s tongue continued to explore between the Omega’s thighs, savouring the flavour of his cunt as he slurped up his slick and by the Old God’s, Cregan could taste it, like forest fruits and dragonfire— whatever dragonfire tasted like, but whatever it was, Cregan found himself already addicted.
His head was beginning to feel clouded and fuzzy as a low groan drawled out from his throat and Cregan couldn’t help but bury his face deeper against Jacaerys’ pussy as his tongue forced past his labia and finally fucked into his hole like a man starved.
The Lord’s hands pulled Jacaerys’ body further against his face as he tried to get in deeper with his tongue clearly a man stricken with greed or it was indeed Jacaerys’ enchanted slick spiralling his mind into obsession.
Almost like he was drinking Milk of the poppy straight from the source but it was even better, instead of clouding any sort of pain, Jacaerys’ slick was making every ounce of serotonin flow in his body.
The Old God’s must have blessed him with Jacaerys in all honesty, he wouldn’t think to join any other side if this were the prize he got to indulge in every single day.
Not that Cregan was expecting everyday but he was no doubt convinced Jacaerys wouldn’t stop himself coming back for more.
If Cregan had to venture to Dragonstone— or even King’s Landing himself he would do so in a heartbeat just to taste this Omega’s slick on his tongue again.
“Seven— Fuck! Cregan”. Jacaerys groaned, his head tilting back against the soft furs for a moment but he felt himself a fool to look away so he forced himself to look down at the Northman again, propping himself up on his elbows.
God’s, the way Cregan was between his legs feasting like a man afflicted by craze only made him even more aroused, if even possible.
Cregan’s tongue continued to assault his cunt, pressing further and curling it up into that spot, stroking against it over and over again whilst his nose bumped against the Prince’s sensitive clit and even Jacaerys was beginning to feel dizzy, unable to focus his eyes on the Alpha much longer before he was coming with his cunt clenching around Cregan’s tongue and his slick sticking it the insides of his thighs and dripping from Cregan’s lips.
The Alpha pulled away, eyes half lidded and dazed as he stared at the Prince, only now realising the heat that had spread through his entire body.
Cregan’s cock was painfully throbbing against his underwear and he couldn’t even think sense, his mind addled with the need to mount something, someone— no, just Jacaerys.
Did everything always feel this intense? Did his throat always itch? Could he always hear the beat of his own heart in his ears?
Cregan could barely answer those questions even to himself as pure, unbridled lust came upon him and he was standing, shakily only to launch himself on the Prince, pinning Jacaerys down onto the bed.
Jacaerys’ eyes widened and he let out a sharp gasp, he’d never seen a man so feral in his life and he’d seen much bloodshed in his sixteen years.
His lips parted and he was about to say something but realization washed over him and his throat tightened.
The Omega sniffed the air and there was only one clear reason why Cregan was acting so animalistic.
He was in rut.
Jacaerys’ fucking slick had sent the Northman into rut.
“Cregan— Great Seven you fucking brute”.
Jacaerys groaned but his words were swallowed quickly by the Northman’s lips upon his own again, this time his kiss unyielding and rough like the man had no tomorrow whilst his hand dipped between his own legs and the Lord was already grasping his cock, slapping the head between Jacaerys’ legs and against his clit causing a surge of arousal through the Omega as he bucked up against him again.
The Alpha only pulled back from the kiss the moment his cock was pressing inside Jacaerys’ pussy, the Omega’s head tilted down to stare between them, to watch as Cregan’s cock disappeared inside his cunt.
“Oh fuck…”
Jacaerys’ words drawled on, an astounded expression painting his face as the stretch sparked bittersweet pain.
Of course the Northman was well endowed, his cock long and thick that Jacaerys felt like it was splitting him in half yet his body just wanted more, greedily taking in the Lord.
“Just how big are you—?” His question was quickly answered by Cregan snapping his hips, sheathing his cock the rest of the way inside Jacaerys’ cunt.
It was the second time Jacaerys felt light headed, the scent of Cregan overpowering everything and God’s above he swore he felt the Alpha’s cock in his womb— and then it wasn’t the moment Cregan’s dick had pulled out only to to rock back into him again, a bestial force of a man taking what he desired.
The very notion set Jacaerys’ body ablaze as the cock began to fuck onto him so vigoursly the sound of skin slapping against skin was obscene, Jacaerys moans didn’t seize either, eyes fluttering closed as he let himself be taken.
He never truly knew about his Targaryen specialties— or well, how special they truly were until now, Jacaerys was starting to wonder how he tasted himself if it had gotten Cregan so frenzied but that was the further thing from his mind as the Alpha’s cock carved its very own space inside of the Prince.
“Omega”. Cregan growled, possessive against Jacaerys’ neck, scenting at the gland he already so desperately wanted to bite into but the only rational part of him left was staving himself away from such but he still indulged in the little Prince’s scent, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin forcing Jacaerys to whimper out and naturally the Prince’s moans and whines were like music to Cregan’s ears.
“Seven Hell’s— mffgh!” Jacaerys’ words dissolved into a high pitched pathetic mewl, if he had thought Cregan’s tongue felt divine then his cock had no words to describe the absolute ecstasy he was feeling right now as the Alpha continued to fuck into him.
The Prince caught the Northman’s eyes, blazing with such a passion it only made Jacaerys’ cunt flutter harder around his thick cock.
“Old God’s above, this cunt…It—it's like witchcraft”.
But Cregan couldn’t get enough of it and even he knew that it wasn’t just the rut talking.
“I think I have to have you, Jacaerys Velayron— fuck”.
There was no use talking about it now at the height of their bliss, Jacaerys looked like sin, all tear eyed and split slick lips that Cregan wanted to lick clean.
The Alpha watched the Omega’s face contour into just about the prettiest thing he’d ever seen the moment Jacaerys’ pussy convulsed around his cock and the Prince was coming for the second time that day, his slick had soaked between the two of them, dampening the furs.
Only it intensified Cregan’s euphoria as he continued to thrust his cock inside Jacaerys’ swollen cunt before he was spending himself inside and his knot soon following, locking them both together.
They stayed like that, Cregan’s weight against him as the Alpha manoeuvred them into a more comfortable position despite the buzzing still in his head.
And in Cregan’s cuntstruck state, he was still sweet to the boy;
“I’ll be your man if you’ll have me”.
Jacaerys, in his overstimulated daze, only laughed at him.
“One thing at a time, Lord Stark”.