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Out of all wedding preparations that could upset him the most, this one would be considered the top contender. The next day would mark a match between King Robert Baratheon and his future Queen, Cersei Lannister. Jaime could not believe that this day would come, that the jewel of the West like his Cersei is ought to be married off to this brute for a man like Robert. Cersei told him about his ventures for brothels and making babies here and there and how he was supposed to be Lyanna’s betrothed.
Jaime was in absolute disbelief, he should not be a match for Cersei in the first place, but now that he is the king and Jaime is supposed to guard him outside his chambers, he had to suck the pain up. He heard from many how good he was in bed, mayhaps it is the reason maidens flock to him almost every time. His close ally and friend Ned Stark was also a guest at this feast, the northerners do not welcome Jaime on any occasion at all. Sticking to his “honor”, as if he were the most sacred man in Westeros.
He was also the one who convinced King Robert to take action against the Mountain and Amory Lorch. A sign of justice for Elia Martell and her children, after a time his father Tywin Lannister surrendered the two knights after the king’s demand for their heads.
Afterwards Eddard Stark requested that he be banished to the wall, but thankfully Robert pardoned Jaime. It was such a relief to see the annoying look on the Winterfell Lord’s face. Any attempt to approach him resulted in stern, cold treatment from the Stark which made Jaime’s blood boil. Yet he seemed to be the opposite person when it came to King Robert. He wondered why he couldn’t earn this side of Eddard Stark…
The Kingsguard took notice of how close these two had been throughout their time in King's Landing: they shared their meals and suppers, King Robert always leaning to Eddard Stark to exchange a few jests and quite a plentiful physical touch between them. Normally Jaime is not the one to judge on relationships, but some of the actions were quite suspicious to him.
There was one time during the hunt when Robert was hugging Eddard tightly by the waist and he inhaled the smaller man’s scent. The other time was when they were laughing hard at Robert’s joke and his palm went to grasp Eddard’s nape almost in an intimate way. Or when they slapped each other’s asses in private the other time. Robert’s large hands were always fixed onto Stark’s body, like someone was going to steal ‘his Ned’ from him.
Jaime knew that both of them were fostered together in the Vale, Jon Arryn once explained that they had always been together ever since they were little boys. But truly, mayhaps he is the one overlooking it? A strange gesture could be. An andal tradition as well probably, that he could not understand.
Jaime huffed with mild annoyance when he was tasked to search for King Robert this evening, his bedchambers were empty, so he assumed Robert Baratheon could wander off to the closest brothel for his pleasures. After a long search at the Red Keep, he stopped near lord Eddard Stark’s chambers, where he settled down for a time during his visit. He should have been dead asleep by now, but not until a strange noise came out of the room.
Slowly, Jaime tried to tread quietly in the hall coming for the source of strange sounds in Eddard’s bedchamber. The heavy door was slightly ajar, as Jaime looked closer into the dim light of the room.
Then right after he couldn’t even believe himself after what he discovered …
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He didn’t know how long he had been staring at these two. Each thrust from Robert was sending Ned over, the skin-slapping sounds didn’t seem to stop either, yet only seemed to grow louder. Not to mention all of the whimpers and moans from Eddard were coming out as perfectly as the singer’s tune.
It was hypnotizing to see how the larger man mounts that northerner from behind, driving his huge cock in and out powerfully. He noticed a creamy ring around the base of Robert’s length and all of the sweat around Eddard’s ass with droplets of cum on his hole confirmed his thought on how long they have been going. His emerald eyes studied Eddard Stark’s silhouette closely, and he noticed slight red marks on his buttocks and a few bite marks and scratches on Robert’s parts of body.
Robert’s thrusts were rough, powerful as the heavy balls kept slapping loudly on Eddard’s buttocks, while the muscled thighs of the Storm King kept the northern man trapped in this position. A borderline animalistic groan was heard from Robert, as Ned Stark attempted to wriggle from his strong grasp. Robert’s meaty arms held him steady, he was much stronger than his companion, as he kept plowing inside Ned like it was their last time.
The poor wooden bedframe has been creaking nonstop, with the headboard slamming against the wall, leaving black scratching marks behind.
The storm lord has an impressive size too, with the way he goes all the way inside the Stark, Jaime could understand Ned’s reaction. Specifically with the way his back arches and toes curl at each movement.
Earlier Jaime could not even believe his eyes, having a testimony on one of the most vulgar acts between Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark, with the northern man swallowing up his cock entirely without a mince of effort, accompanied by low groans of approval from the Storm lord and a questionable amount of spit. His eyes went wide at that, as Eddard Stark continued pleasing Robert with his mouth.
It was wrong and filthy for a man to be acting on such desires with another one. Even worse for the “honorable” lord Ned Stark to be squealing like a common whore from out of all people. Well, that’s what he deserves, Jaime thought, biting the inside of his cheek, reminiscing about the cold and stern looks Ned gave him in the throne room. Now it is just the right opportunity to humiliate him.
How exhilarating was the thought of the look of terror on the face of Eddard Stark would be.
And yet…instead of telling about it to his father or his dear sister Cersei, he stayed. Watching…
He has bitten his lower lip, unsure of what exactly he is doing right now, his heart rate elevated and his body has started noticing how hot the inside of his armour has gotten. Heat has never been a problem for Jaime before, so why is it happening to him?
His mind is telling him to avert his gaze, this is wrong and to go back to his duties, but what of his heart’s desires?
He began imagining the scenes. First one, maybe where Robert Baratheon would be taking him on all fours. Jaime could be wearing one of Cersei’s dresses, they used to swap clothes between each other ever since they were kids. Or mayhaps where Ned Stark goes down on him the same way he did on Robert. His throat must have been well-trained from the scenery he witnessed a few moments before. Or even helping Robert guide his cock into Eddard’s tight ass…
What am I thinking?
He did not even consider either Robert or Ned being attractive, nor any other man in reality. Something shifted within his mind. His breeches felt uncomfortably tight, he could not be turned on by this, out of everything he saw and did. He peeked through the crack again, the door was ajar only slightly, but it was sufficient for his observation. Jaime’s throat was unbelievably dry, the whole room in front of him reeked of sex and Robert began pistoning in and out of him, spreading Eddard’s cheeks for a better angle.
His upper body was curved against the headboard, rolling his hips against the Storm Lord to meet his thrusts. From afar the northerner’s silhouette was slim, almost elegant in a way contrasting the future King, Robert: musculature that was honed with years of war and training, a large frame that practically left no space for any person. Robert was almost dwarfing Ned in this position.
Jaime’s mind noted on these Baratheon’s glutes, how they were clenching tightly each time he pushed into another man. He could have been staring at them for an endless time, but his thoughts were cut off by an unusual sound.
Eddard, overridden with pleasure, cried out in a way that could sound like a wolf’s howl. Robert, following him, emitted a deep grunt that could only indicate one thing: they both came.
He heard a low hum of approval from the Baratheon, as he slowly withdrew his shaft from Ned’s hole, he whined a little, feeling empty after the intercourse. Robert slapped one of Eddard’s asscheeks, the flesh ripped erotically under his palm, as he landed another playful smack.
The hole was gaping, the leaked white liquid thicker than any whipped cream continued its way down to Eddard's thighs. Eddard let out a sigh of relief, as Robert patted the smooth rear skin gently.
“Want to ride me?” Robert proposed to Ned, and the Stark nodded eagerly in response, landing a quick peck on his lips. In a swift motion, Eddard straddled his lover, seating himself comfortably enough atop of him, as he began to grind against Robert’s girth, teasingly guiding the tip inside again.
Jaime’s anticipation was getting more and more, he bit on his lower lip, as he awaited them to continue.
But then of course, his heavy armor was to blame. Because of his posture, he almost fell right through the door. Luckily, he stopped himself swiftly, holding onto the wooden frame.
A sudden noise caught Eddard’s attention as he ceased in his motions, freezing in shock while his eyes went to find the culprit. He called for Robert as both of them went in the direction of the noise.
He cannot get caught now, he must escape as quickly as possible.
However, Jaime could not make it, as the strong hand grabbed his forearm out of the sudden, dragging him inside the room. The Lannister was thrown roughly, as if his body weighed lighter than a sack of potatoes. Eddard cautiously looked around and locked the door tightly, making sure no intruder would walk in to this.
His body crashed down to the floor, the kingsguard armor was not helping with its weight, the Lannister groaned in pain. He wondered how strong Robert was judging by the slight pain that ghosted over his wrists.
“Well, well who do we have here?” Robert put his hands on his hips, his cock dangling in front of Jaime’s face. It seemed even larger up close. Now that he’s facing him, he could see everything crystal clear. A vein on the side of Robert’s cock, it’s awfully wet, cum dripping down to his ballsack, the bottom part was practically drenched in liquid.
The strong body was glistening in sweat, hulking pectorals could be even bigger than Cersei’s bust. Some battle scars could be traced here and there, abs were sculptured carefully, and he could see the muscles of his arms flexing.
Mouth agape, the Lannister felt cornered by the stag and the wolf. There was a heavy silence between the three men, Jaime’s heart was pounding inside his rib cage as if it was going to burst out of his chest.
“What are you doing here, Kingslayer,” Eddard reached for the nearest blanket to cover his bare form, venom dripping fully on his voice. Robert did not seem to be bothered by being standing nude unlike his companion. Shame, Jaime would have been curious to see the Starks’ slim form.
His gaze turned towards the Stark, grey eyes practically saying “Begone”. It’s the same look he gave him in the throne room back then, how infuriating…
“ Spying on your King as he fucks, is that how the Kingsguard is taught to do?” The Lannister was forced to look into Baratheon’s blue glimmering eyes, as the strong palm held up his chin. Jaime felt shivers going down his body, Robert was a head taller than him and had wider shoulders. Something intimidating was lingering in Robert’s voice.
“Answer your King.” He repeated.
Jaime Lannister had to solve this immediately. His mind went back and forth, desperately searching for explanations until he made a split-second decision. The next words had no valid reason to come out of his mouth yet they shocked both him and the other man.
“ Let me please you. Both of you.“ Jaime answered, and Robert cocked an eyebrow to question his logic. “ I must admit I had no intention of spying on you and your private activities, but if you could allow me..I could bring a new fun to this challenge, Your Grace” he murmured sweetly, trying to emulate the old courtesies that Cersei taught him back when they were switching clothes occasionally. A gloved hand tried to reach for Robert’s throbbing manhood, but he felt a strong grasp again, now meaty fingers were almost clawing him.
“ If that’s what you are intending to do—“ Robert was not able to finish his sentence when the other proposal was said.
“ Prove it” Jaime stuttered as he heard those words coming from none other than Eddard Stark. The blonde man now entered a new challenge: to get into Eddard and Robert’s bed.
Eddard limped slightly as he walked towards them hastily, wincing at a sore feeling in his thighs. Robert smiled gleefully, priding himself on his work. Jaime felt both pairs of hands traveling around this body, searching for ways to sheathe him off this armor. The usual leather belt he wore clanked audibly, falling to the floor to be forgotten.
Robert smirked in triumph, as his hand went to unclasp the armor in one smooth motion. The breastplate fell to the floor, Eddard undid the other straps, eyes purposefully avoiding Jaime’s as the final pieces were now taken off, leaving him only in his breaches. The tall man easily palmed the bulge through the fabric, giving it a squeeze. Jaime bit back his moan, his arms went to grasp his and Ned’s lengths.
Jaime, continuing his facade, licked Robert’s bottom lip, asking permission for entrance. He was dragged into a searing kiss by a larger man, as Eddard was too stunned to speak. His fingers lingered on the lace knot of his undergarments, dragging them down to his ankles. The knight kicked off the last remaining piece of clothing, as he bared pale peach skin to others. He felt how cold the air was in this room, goosebumps trailing down to his feet.
Eddard snuck up from behind, turning Robert’s big head towards him, kissing him passionately, tongues were dancing for dominance. Jaime was still standing before the king, and Ned was behind, busy with distracting him by the looks of it, as he shyly trailed kisses to the collarbones. The two slim young men were showering Robert with attention, unlocking an unusual pleasant sensation.
“ If you insist on pleasuring me Lannister, I order you to swallow my sword then” Jaime tried his best not to show his panic, as he tilted his head. Ned trailed his eyes, scanning his surroundings as he moved his chin towards where the large, royal bed was located.
Robert made himself comfortable, sitting on the edge of the soft mattress. Eddard was next to him, he made no word, like he was testing Jaime. The fair man got on his knees, the cold floor may not be as welcoming as he wished it to be, but he gave no sign of that.
Frankly, Jaime never sucked on anyone before, he was slightly troubled to have Robert’s cock poking him in his face. But from the crumbles of information he had gathered, it should not be that hard, right?
His breath hitched, green eyes looked up to the Baratheon, as he felt his large hand going through his golden locks, inclining him towards the tip of his cock. Hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue at the head, placing kitten licks here and there. He heard the storm lord snorting, in an almost childish manner, sulking at his demonstrations.
“ Thought you knew the basics, Kingslayer,” chuckling at Jaime’s artless technique.
He does know actually. It is no myth for him to bed someone, or visit his brother, Tyrion, to get him out of the brothels. His eyes had caught some sword-swallowers back then, but he stopped looking at them, besides Cersei was much fairer than any of them compared.
Well, if he wasn’t struggling to swallow her future husband’s cock at this very moment.
‘Darn him, he is huge’ Jaime proceeded to please him further, clumsily sucking down on Robert, assisting himself with both of his hands. The tip of the length was hitting the back of his throat, gagging slightly Jaime pulled away, gasping for air.
Robert audibly “tsked”, as his finger motioned for Eddard to come closer. Obediently, Eddard landed another kiss, tugging on his black locks with slight roughness. Robert hummed slowly, as slender fingers of Stark went to toy with his nipple, feeling the muscles of Baratheon's pecs in his palms.
Jaime immediately caught on to what's happening, ‘The Stark is competing with me’. He was not the one to quit without a mince of effort, so he tried again, welcoming the girth back to his wet cavern.
Robert moved back, groaning in response to both Eddard and Jaime’s actions. Jaime’s green like wildfire eyes followed the king, as his tongue was rolled against the shaft. Eddard went on massaging those bulging pectorals, placing wet mouthed kisses on his collar bones.
Jaime was certain the Stark was trying to win back Robert’s attention with these, perhaps he was jealous of him. While he continued to take him more, stuffing his mouth slowly. He assumed it was an effortless victory, until this moment.
“Ned, why don’t you teach him how to do that?”
Jaime frowned , was he that bad? He withdrew from continuing to look for approval. Eddard was shocked similarly to him.
“Robert, have you lost your mind?” Eddard tried to bicker with him, but the tone of his voice signaled his protest.
“ No, but you seem to know about cocksucking better than him, show how it’s done. Your King wants it, Eddard ” The tone in his voice was filled with lust, hungry for more.
Sighing in frustration, Eddard stopped his motions as he went down, sitting on his knees right next to Jaime. He made a silent scoff as the blonde man was trying to observe what would happen next. Jaime was baffled at how unwilling the Stark was to cooperate. Stubborn as the old goat.
Surprisingly, Eddard’s gaze immediately softened once Robert’s hand gently patted his cheek, brushing his thumb softly against it. Eddard let out a faint smile, Robert’s piercing blue eyes made contact with his grey ones. Based on this scenery alone, Jaime could see them as lovers with Ned blushing like a fair maid and Robert being his chivalrous man.
Ned took a deep breath and licked a long stripe on the shaft, trying to suckle on it like an icicle. Jaime could feel his own member stirring up at this sight, but right now his main focus is to beat that damned honorable Stark. The Baratheon Stormlord slapped length against his face playfully, indicating his impatience. Eddard slowly took Robert in, bobbing his head up and down in search of the right rhythm. Jaime was astonished at how Eddard flawlessly swallowed the whole cock, taking inch after inch into his mouth. Then his length was swallowed entirely in one quick motion.
Robert let out a moan as Eddard pleasured with his mouth, letting himself loose during the process. Jaime studied his movements, as Eddard teasingly licked the sensitive head before diving his head back in. Robert got some of his hair in his fist, guiding him up and down. Droplets of drool were wetting the shaft, Eddard’s eyes started getting wet as he hollowed his cheeks.
Jaime did not wish to be left out or to be completely ignored by these two. I will show them, he thought as he got closer, clumsily settling next to northerner. Up close Eddard's features were even more delicate, red blush replacing the gloomy and stern look, something of it was displaying lustful, a burning desire on his face. Jaime’s nose was awkwardly brushing against some of the hair trinkets, having a tickling sensation.
Jaime’s annoyance was growing stronger, until he decided to surprise both Robert and Eddard, by taking on one of Robert's balls inside his mouth. Robert cocked an eyebrow, a silent gasp as he turned his head towards the fair man on his left side.
Jaime proceeded to nurse the but between his soft lips, spit dropping on the ballsack as his mouth bobbed around the skin. He switched occasionally, to give attention to each of the sacks, rolling his tongue against the texture.
Both hands of the storm king were entangled in Jaime’s and Eddard’s locks, he sighed heavily, a pleasant feeling was getting overwhelming from both sides.
“So good…” murmured Robert, he was watching both of the men carefully, as they tossed a glance towards the Baratheon that almost seemed innocent, yet it was false. The strong hands pulled them away from the shaft, the man with jet-black hair took control now, as his wild fantasies were fueling him up for something more.
At all once Jaime’s throat was filled with Robert, the tip of the length hitting the back of his throat, as he tried to accommodate the sudden action. Jaime did his best not to worry, but it could not happen when Robert was thrusting harshly into his mouth. Robert's other hand went to fist shaggy locks of the Stark, yanking him to take Jaime’s place, as he complied. Robert was absolutely delighted, cursing, gasping, praising both of them as he occasionally made each of them take turns on whose mouth he was fucking.
Instantly, Robert switched their places and made their lips wander on the thickness simultaneously, watching in amusement as Jaime’s lips brushed against Eddard’s. The King tried to urge them for a kiss. Jaime did not know how long it took before he felt warm liquid on his face, Robert blatantly spilling his cum on both of the men. His taste was full of him, as Eddard teasingly licked some of the liquid demonstratively.
Jaime sighed in content, thinking it was over, ‘an effortless victory’ he thought. They should be tired by now, yet the Baratheon mind had different plans for the Lannister and Stark.
“ That was good, but I want to try something new. Ned, do you want to ride me again?”
‘What…’
Jaime was flabbergasted, his gaze trailed towards the monstrous length that sprang up again, much faster than before, and even more eager.
He was pulled by the King to stand straight, as his calloused hands grasped him firmly. Jaime swallowed his spit, Robert’s fingers pointed at the chair that stood loomingly over the corner.
“Sit,” Robert said in a raspy voice, Ned was waiting patiently for his next command. Jaime in instance, almost submissively rushed towards the place, sitting up on the chair, reluctantly placing his arms over the armrests.
He was seated in the opposite direction of the bed, the wooden chair was sufficient for his comfort. He closed his legs, thighs rubbing against his length, as he was made observant of both Robert and Ned, with the northerner crawling on his fours towards the muscled thighs and placing himself atop of them.
“Watch and learn” Jaime heard these words boom of words as he remained still. Eyes were on the bed and the pair in front of him. Robert hoisted Eddard’s legs with ease, spreading them to Lannister’s display. “Remember, no cumming unless I command it. “
Eddard mewled as he felt Robert guiding the bulbous tip back inside him, a few inches smoothly sliding in. Eddard sighed, feeling Robert’s shaft back inside him, truly a thick beast. His muscles tensed at the delicious stretch, eyes closed to avoid both Jaime and Robert, some remains of his shyness it seemed.
Jaime, blown away by that, tried to straighten himself, he shouldn’t give himself away like that, but his body was saying otherwise: his own erection, leaked with precum, was begging for attention. Not now, he murmured to himself, eyes trailed back to the King and his friend.
“Oh!” That’s when he knew where the real fucking began. Eddard held dearly onto Robert’s thick thighs, actually bouncing on top of him, his back pressed flush against the swell of Robert’s chest, as his legs were shaking at the sheer intensity. Robert bucked his hips upward, angling for a deeper spot within Eddard. The northerner was riding the girth relentlessly, muttering quiet prayers.
As Jaime had just appeared to him, Eddard put a hand over his mouth, rocking his hips back and forth. Robert grunted as he showed the hand way, it seemed that he liked hearing Ned’s noises the most. Jaime could not argue, Eddard’s moans and yelps, pleas and begs for more were so vulgar, yet so erotic at the same time.
Jaime felt the aching need again, fingertips ghosted over his manhood, but he should keep holding himself back. Perhaps a little stroke would not ruin everything. Grasp, stroke, pump. Repeat.
Robert’s mind flicked with a new, even wilder idea. The king moved his arms up to the backside of Eddard’s knees, soon lifting them enough to press them against his chest. Dumbfounded, Eddard glanced at the newly born ferocity in Baratheon’s eyes. Robert slowly pulled away only to slam back inside hard.
What Jaime had just heard was not a mere squeal, it was a scream of ecstasy, as Robert hammered to Eddard’s hole mercilessly, losing restraint more and more. Helplessly Eddard was asking Robert to slow down but it was lost in breathy whines and moans he was making after each of his thrusts.
Jaime’s pupils were blown wide in lust, his palm was maneuvering on the smooth skin of his length, speeding up his motions as Ned got even louder. Robert was grumbling behind the smaller man. He could feel how he was going to bust soon, Jaime weakly whined as he held back his noises, watching the given entertainment.
His hand was moving upwards and downwards, faster and faster, as he eyed the Stark. Their gazes met, unusually Eddard averted his eyes as he felt a coil in his stomach that was threatening to snap soon, as Jaime had a strange feeling.
“By the old god—oh! Rober-Ah! Y-your grace!” Everything that Ned managed to utter was needy whimpers, losing every bit of his composure. The noises were echoing inside the chamber, as Jaime grasped his length and kept his eyes on the northerner. Eddard’s hole was fluttering around Robert’s cock, ruthlessly hammering inside, alternating between going forward and backward.
Panting heavily, he whispered “ C-can’t take it anymore—“ and breathlessly, lost himself in rapture, reaching his climax. Following his actions Jaime’s hand was now covered in white, no common sense could come up to him. His mind was hazed, as breathed in fresh air.
Eddard’s mouth hung open, his voice was hoarse because of all the screams and yelps from before, as Robert let go of his legs tenderly, slowly palming Eddard and tracing an outline on his waist. Without any strength he collapsed on Robert’s burly arms, trying to find balance.
Pressing a surprisingly tender kiss on his cheek, Robert slid out little by little, giving the impression he was disappointed to be separated from him like that. It took no more than a second for Jaime to make the puzzle come together when Robert’s face was looking at him with pure hunger.
Eddard had been laid down on the soft-feathered bed, his entire body trembling as all of his strength was gone.
Jaime gulped nervously, the deeds he had done and how he was going to be the next one.
‘Ah shit…’
“ Ned is tired now so you are the next one, Jaime”
The Lannister lad was pushed roughly into the sheets, as Robert’s arms went to work on him from behind. He pushed his legs wide enough, lifting his hips for a suitable angle.
How humiliating, to put his arse on display in front of Robert Baratheon. His mind was full of embarrassment and thoughts of regret that would come back to him and—
SMACK
Jaime felt a sharp pain on the left side of his cheek, he attempted to question Robert, but could not do that once he felt another strike. It was painful, his skin was burning at the contact, as he held back his voice.
“That’s a punishment for spying on your king!”
SMACK
“That’s for your lies”
SMACK
“And that’s for cumming without my order”
SMACK
And there was another slap and another and another …all until the color of Jaime’s buttocks matched the red of his house. It was bruising pain now, and he groaned at how numb his rear felt. All this time his hands were holding dearly on Eddard’s knees, grasping for them as an anchor. It astonished him that Stark’s hand went through his golden curls to pat his head, almost as if comforting him. The northerner’s fingertips were rubbing him down softly, as he heard Robert chuckling in pride at his work.
The Baratheon faced Eddard, the northern lord nodded in approval, then right after he went searching for something inside the bedchambers. Jaime dared not turn his head, keeping the same position as a loud ‘pop’ was heard. By the sound of it, an apparent vial of oil was corked open.
Robert poured a generous amount of oil on his cock, stroking his hardness to spread it everywhere and then on his meaty fingers. He leisurely played around the pink, fluttering hole, drawing semi-circles in the process.
Jaime yelped when he felt the cold liquid hitting his skin, as the thick digits were entering inside gradually. The index finger went first, testing the waters as Robert added the second one. Jaime whined at the unusual sensation, Robert’s fingers were magical as they were circling inside him searching for the sensitive spot of his. Robert removed them and inserted his thumb roughly, penetrating his hole rapidly.
Jaime’s cheek rested comfortably against the muscle of Eddard’s thigh, while he whined weakly against it as the Storm King kept stretching him inside out. He attempted to close his legs, but the meaty palm pushed them wide, holding them wide for him. Jaime gasped loudly once Robert pushed three digits, in and out, in and out.
Jaime could not comprehend how he’s feeling close again just by fingers and some random person, but Robert Baratheon himself. He felt a rough tug on his blonde locks, forcing him to stare at Ned Stark. His sight was mesmerizing: The northern man’s whole body was covered in sweat, eyes half-lidded, and a pink blotch decorating his somber face was an unusual combination but Jaime could not complain about that. Eddard’s expression was unreadable, was it sympathy? Embarrassment? He could not debate any longer as he heard the next command.
“You learned from Ned well, but you will be rewarded only if you please him properly, Lannister.”
Jaime lifted his upper body almost instinctively, his breath faltering as he urged himself closer to Eddard. He had no idea what made him do the next thing, almost unexpected from himself: Jaime kissed Stark fully on the mouth. Eddard reluctantly welcomed the kiss, just when he entered the wet cavern, their tongues were exploring every corner inside.
A low growl was uttered from behind, Robert was still toying with Jaime, pushing slowly back and forth. Robert had chewed on his plump lip, meaning to lower his voice, as he pumped his cock at two men lying before him, strong fingers grasping the girth. He cursed in a low tone, letting out a moan as his eyes were fixed on Eddard, who was whimpering needily whilst Jaime’s tongue was lapping on his sensitive nipple. He then went lower, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses until he reached his abdomen. The king stroked his hardness fast, Robert swore he could bust right now, covering both Ned and Jaime’s faces in sticky liquid. But not now, he had a course of action for both of them.
Jaime paid no mind to the King as his mouth was almost glued to Eddard’s ass, lapping on remaining liquids, forcing his tongue, and exploring it enthusiastically. Yelping in surprise Eddard grabbed Jaime’s hair, gasping praises at the unusual, overwhelming sensation. Jaime would never believe that he found comfort between Ned Stark’s legs.
Robert cussed something incomprehensible that Jaime did not hear, yet it did not matter once he lined the fat head of his cock in one single slam. Jaime let out a strangled scream at the intrusion, a fat bulging tip of cock penetrating him brutally. He tried to breathe slowly, as he was pierced from behind, while Robert was easing in another inch, and almost half of it was sheathed inside.
He gave another roll of his hips, with Jaime trying to focus on Ned again. The stark has dragged him into another kiss, sliding his tongue inside. His whimpers were now muffled, as Robert let out a guttural sound. He stilled himself, waiting to bottom him out completely.
“Seven hells, loosen up a little,” said Robert mockingly, landing a playful smack on his left side. Warm tightness enveloped him inside, Jaime was clenching tightly. He was not able to come up with a sly remark, because his thoughts were circling the pain and how he was speared, no, impaled on Robert’s length.
Bringing himself closer, the royalty leisurely eased his cock out almost torturously slowly, before slamming back in in one single push. He earned a whining noise from Jaime, as then the Lannister drew back from the kiss to desperately pleasure Eddard once more. He clumsily pressed wet kisses to his torso, nibbling the soft skin.
Robert continued his thrusts, slow yet firm while meaty paws were holding him steady in an almost bruising grip. Jaime gradually felt how the pain was slowly washing away, he redirected his attention to the man in front of him. Like some kind of starving man, his face latched onto Eddard’s crotch, poking Ned’s hardness with his tongue. His golden curls were soaked with sweat, and some of the hair strands were sticking to his forehead.
The Lannister was praying that neither Eddard nor Robert would see him sobbing, maybe they would see it as sweat dripping from his face. Jaime was also not certain whether Robert was rough with him or not right now.
And that’s when he sensed a real movement. Robert’s grip became stronger and his speed started increasing with each passing moment. Growing bored quickly with the slow pace of things, Robert began pounding into Jaime’s tightness, as his screams were muffled by Eddard’s cock. Jaime could not concentrate on pleasing the man in front of him properly, as Robert rammed him down, setting brutal, almost merciless thrusts. Skin-on-skin sounds have grown so loud, that a few times Jaime felt how Robert Baratheon’s ballsack slapped harshly against his rear.
Well, one truth Jaime could be certain about: Robert fucked like a true demon.
Robert growled almost animalistically, as one of his sharp thrusts threw Jaime away. It pushed his frame so hard, that even Eddard had to hold him still. The second push had hit a sweet spot inside Jaime, making him cry out in ecstasy.
Jaime had been reduced to an utter moaning mess, squealing and whimpering, trying to mutter something incoherent. Tears blurred his vision, as they streamed down his cheeks staining an already drenched sheet.
“Y-you're Grace I-I’m—“ Jaime was interrupted by Robert’s hands landing another spank on his arsecheeks, soon he was fisting the golden hair, wrapping them around the knuckle, pulling him harshly.
“I never told you to stop, keep that mouth on” Robert made sure that the serious tone of his voice indicated his mood. Jaime’s breath hitched, as he nodded, almost as if he was physically forced to follow these orders went back to Eddard who was lying down exhausted. Robert shoved Eddard’s shaft back into Jaime, pushing him to swallow the entirety of his cock; the Baratheon had both men pinned down to the bed with only one hand.
The blonde man was enveloping Eddard with warmth, as Robert anchored him to find a steady rhythm moving his head however he wished. Jaime’s sounds were muffled, they sent vibrations towards Eddard’s manhood as he threw his head back in pleasure, eyes shut tight.
Drunken on the feeling of both stormlander’s and northerner’s cocks Jaime’s mind was starting to get dizzy, the only thing that mattered to him now was to meet with Robert’s thrusts. It is almost comedic how he had surrendered his virginity to the Baratheon king, but gods it feels so good.
Eddard was the first one to finish, shooting his seed entirely inside. Jaime gladly drank it down, feeling how Eddard had slowly softened. Putting his wet lips away, he licked the remains, having tasted the northerner’s pale sticky fluid. Eddard tucked a hair behind his ear, as Jaime tossed a glance at Robert feebly.
“Do I deserve a reward now, Robert?” As he got another thrust, almost pushing him towards Ned again.
He felt another wave of orgasm was about to wash down upon him. His walls clenched around Robert, as he hissed at the squeeze, judging by his ragged breath and faltering thrusts he had not gone far from Jaime. Robert picked up his waist closer again, dragging his hips to meet with slower yet powerful shoves, each thrust hitting that special spot, making Jaime’s teary eyes roll in pure bliss.
Robert moved his body upwards, mounting Jaime from above as he spread his asscheeks wider, shoving his length, pistoning into him aggressively. Jaime’s mouth was only making half-syllables that neither Robert, nor Ned could put together.
“Greedy bitch—You wish for a reward? Then take my seed, take it fully!” Jaime nodded fanatically, feeling his climax growing closer and closer. The larger man drove into the smaller body, Jaime could only gasp praise after praise, pleading and muttering “yes, yes, yes” under his breath. He wondered how a passing stranger would react to him, pinned down and squealing worse than any whore.
But no sane thought or word mattered to him, as he was getting drunker and drunker on the feeling of Robert’s cock, ramming into him again and again. His legs encouraged Robert
Robert began to moan uncontrollably, his hips were rutting against the blonde man rapidly. Jaime’s final cry was heard when the second orgasm washed him down entirely, adding to the sheer intensity of Robert’s thrusts. Robert humped like some beast in heat, as he slowly made a few pushes before erupting his semen inside the Lannister. Jaime’s walls were finally welcomed by the warmth that filled him everywhere.
Robert’s shaft slowly softened, as he pulled back from Jaime’s ass, making some light rolls of his rips before withdrawing his cock completely. Now to match with Eddard, Jaime’s hole was gaping loosely, thick, creamy liquid leaking out of it, and a couple of droplets were on the bedsheets.
Whining faintly, Jaime felt empty as he clenched to nothingness. His rear skin was still in pain and the grip from a few moments before would definitely leave a couple of bruises on his flawless hips. Eventually, his body met the messed-up sheets, but its softness was luring him into sleep.
Jaime felt a light nudge on the shoulder, but he had no strength left, his vision was now blurry, his ears ringing loudly as the black void filled his sight. Coming down from his high, Eddard turned his attention towards his lover, a bit anxious as he stumbled upon Jaime lying mindlessly on the bed.
“Uhhh Robert?.. I believe you overdid it a bit. He passed out…”
Robert’s eyes went wide as he checked up on Jaime himself, “Ah fuck, he really did! I did not intend for this to happen, my bad..”
“ Should have been going slower as I said to you”
“ He liked it Ned, you like this fast as well” he reached for a cup of wine, exhaustion seemed not to affect him that much.
“ Shall I remind you that I could not walk nor sit on a horse for a whole week after we did it for the first time?” Eddard remarked sharply.
Robert only roared a laugh.“ Come now, weren’t you the one begging me to fill you up each time? Or how you were squealing non-stop:‘Oh!Oh, Robert, I need your seed inside me’ ” Robert said it, mocking the high-pitched tone. Ned threw a soft pillow at the man next to him, a blush was plastered on his face in pink hues, memories of shameless nights coming back at him.
Robert draped his arm over Ned’s shoulder bringing him closer, Jaime was in peaceful slumber between them. Eddard tried to jokingly push him away, as Robert stole a quick kiss from the smaller man.
“ Well? How’s the Lannister to you? Did he please you well,” Robert’s fingers went through Ned’s strands, idly the locks around.
Ned sighed, he seemed even shier than usual “That thing he did with his mouth.. that was really good ..” he whispered gently.
Fortunately, part of the conversation managed to reach Jaime’s hearing, as he smiled weakly at Eddard’s words.
‘Maybe they could try it again’ he thought to himself.