for Lionel

[tooktheblack]

"He probably doesn't," Jon said. He noticed the brush of Lionel's hand and locked his fingers in his for a moment to squeeze it before dropping his own hand again. Just enough to let the other boy know he'd felt it but not so much as to be overt in public.

"Ghost, to the woods? I'll be home later. Go to Summerfell." The direwolf didn't seem entirely pleased but Jon imagined he'd be less pleased if he stuck around so it was a decent enough trade-off.

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[wearestars]

For nearly as long as Lionel's understood what sex was, he's been pragmatic about it. There's something entirely different about being with someone you genuinely want, though, someone you're desperate to want you back. It's like all that sexual tension sings through your whole body in a rush, and it isn't just the mechanics of getting off anymore. When Jon pulls him in and their hips clash, Lionel feels it absolutely everywhere.

Deft fingers shift down to Jon's hips and slide beneath the hem of his shirt, first barely skimming over the warm skin beneath and then the whole of his palm pressing firm. When you want something this badly, it's not easy to wait, but he reins himself in anyway, keeping his hands where they are despite how they want to stray up across Jon's chest and down under the waistband of his trousers.

[tooktheblack]

"What do you expect of this, then?"

It was a bit gruff because kissing him hadn't left Jon completely unaffected and any uncertainty he had about what they were doing didn't show in his body's response. That seemed to have a very direct idea about where to go next.

"I have to rely on you to take the lead, if that's something you're comfortable with?"

[wearestars]

What Lionel expects and what Lionel wants are two distinctly different things; in love, he learned a very long time ago to be pragmatic. He doesn't know if Jon means the question in the more general sense, or if that heady, rough edge to his voice simply implies right now, but it doesn't really matter. For Lionel, too used to catching what bliss he can when he finds it, they're one and the same.

He has to swallow before he can answer, mouth still full with the way Jon tastes, like for a moment it isn't his own anymore.

"That is so not a problem," he insists, voice confident but gone breathy, his skin flushed with want. "Just…" he begins, but doesn't immediately finish, his mouth finding Jon's again as he backs him against the door and puts confident fingers to work unfastening the other boy's trousers.

"Just let me," he whispers, lips drawing away from Jon's as he sinks to his knees with a motion so smooth it has to have come from practice.

[tooktheblack]

It was something that Ygritte had done for him and he'd done it for her in turn but it was different when it was a cock, Jon thought. It wasn't something he knew how to do offhand, anyway, and he thought perhaps it was best Lionel had gone first.

But that was the last he thought, really, because the sight of him on his knees to do that sort of took his breath away. He did manage to lightly thread his fingers in Lionel's hair, just resting and not pulling.

[wearestars]

It's only been three months, maybe four since Lionel did this with anyone, but with the way his body is so suddenly clamoring for it, you'd think it had been years. His fingers are steady and swift, and when he works Jon's pants and underwear down hips and thighs, Lionel's breath catches at the sight of him, stiff and pink and so abruptly real mere inches from his face. He's never given head to an uncircumcised guy before, this should be interesting.

His eyes flick briefly up to Jon's as he takes him in hand, but once his fingers find that hard flesh, Lionel doesn't have the willpower to wait even a moment more, ducking immediately in to take Jon's cock past warm, practiced lips.

[tooktheblack]

It felt good, amazing, and a little forbidden considering the Wall and his oath to the Watch but Jon didn't think that this with Lionel constituted breaking the oath. He wasn't thinking much about it, at any rate, and was more concentrating on how soft Lionel's mouth was and how Jon's knees threatened to give out on him.

He let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a whimper: wordless, but full of meaning all the same. He'd never really wanted this much in a long while.