Robb Stark

Kinktober — Day 5

High stakes + Mutual masturbation

The Twins echo with false cheer, the Freys’ feast masking the shadow of what is to come — Red Wedding. Robb Stark, bound by duty to Jeyne Westerling, pulls you into a narrow niche between stone pillars, away from the crowded hall.

His body presses you to the wall, mouth fevered against your neck, kisses edged with hunger. One hand grips your hip, the other draws your wrist toward the hard strain beneath his breeches. His breath stumbles, whispering hoarsely:

"They’ll be searching for me soon. But not yet… gods, not yet."