they call me satin

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how are you and gared getting along? you seem to be on good terms.

me and gared get on very well. he’s a good friend to me, and i’m glad he’s here. oh and he has an excellent cock.

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what do you prefer? having a man make love to you, or fuck you like a whore?

obviously, i love both. but more often than not, i’d rather get fucked like a whore.

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how many men have bred that arse of yours? rough estimate?

a rough estimate? well... far too many to count. most can’t say no to breeding me, you see.

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what kind of services do you provide him?

he needs a lot of attention, does the lord commander. in other words - insatiable. i do whatever he asks of me. i suck his cock, i lick his arse, and get fucked whenever he wants it. i consider myself very lucky.

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Do you ever.. keep Jon company?

do i ever keep jon company? is water wet?

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[smoothassatin]

this fucking ice was going to be the death of satin. the snow, he could get used to, but this fucking ice. it just appeared, and nobody could walk on it. the steward pulled his cloak tighter around him, the black fur of the collar the only real respite his face had against the cold. it was far too much bother to go from one end of the castle to the other, purely because he could never make it across it without putting his life in peril. he had nearly made it across the courtyard when he put his foot down on ice, and had to grab whatever was closest to stay standing.

[fuckingawesomeguys]

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What's one thing you wished a man would do to you?

“that’s not an easy one to answer, i tend to get my way. if i had to say one specific thing, it would be to eat my ass while looking straight at me. that’s remarkably attractive.”

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satin had come to enjoy the time he got to himself, when he wasn’t busy doing everything for jon. the boywhore was in one of the corridors of the castle, leaning against the window as he looked out onto the yard as the men worked out. gods, they looked good, all muscle and sweat and dirt. the reachman smirked as he watched, surprisingly content to just stand and admire.

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sodomiteson

Castle Black was as far away from his father as it could possibly make Lennard uncomfortable. His tribe and his father was all he knew and it was scary to be so far off without the comfort of his father’s cock. Yet with his father away, so were most of his rules. Lennard felt dirty whenever he went to his room to pleasure himself. It always felt so right to touch his cock, but shameful as soon whenever he finished shooting his cum onto his chest. Today was no different. His toes were curled up and his back was arching as he firmly pilled onto his penis. Dirty and pathetic moans escaped his lips as he felt himself getting closer and closer — before the sound of a voice calling after him made his heart drop to his gut and his eyes opened wide in shock. “I-I…” Words failed him as he covered his stiff erection with his hands.

satin didn’t know much about the wildlings, but he had indeed been surprised to find out they had whores. he’d been under the impression they never stayed long in one place, though he guessed they needed to fuck just as much as those south of the wall. satin was surprised to find the other man in the middle of such an intimate act, though he was perfectly content with the view. satin smirked, giving himself the chance to admire the other’s cock. “don’t let me stop you.” he shrugged as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “i just came to say hello. i’m satin.”

[smoothassatin]

I’ve heard you were an good friend to my brother while he was here, alone. I’m happy to hear you kept him company and ensured his comfort. We have that in common. -Cedric

I do my best. And if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, you’re incredibly lucky.

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@sodomiteson

satin had heard about the wildling boy while bedding one of the brothers of the watch. well, it had been after the actual bedding, when he had been laying in the man’s arms. once he had been told about the poor man, a strange part of satin wanted to do something good. perhaps it was the whore still in his mind, wanting to feel connected to his own kind. the men of the watch still made jokes, he knew they looked down on him, so maybe he needed to be with someone who understood. the brothers could fuck who they pleased, yet they still seemed to despise satin and his kind for what he had done in the past. coming up to the door of the room that his ‘brother’ was using, he knocked on it gently before sticking his head in. “lennard?”

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goldwildling

“Mm, there have been many nights where I would let the brothers of the wild warm me at night, men I raided with and others who raided us, I would just let them..” he said, tilting his head, seeing how Satin was leaning on the edge of the bed, and he reached over, just to touch his side a little, the first connection between the two of them aside from the visual that Rory was putting out there; naked, unashamed and possibly looking for a hand to help him out. Or whatever. “Are you cold? This water is very warm.”

there was hardly any need for the wildling to finish telling satin what he meant by warming up, it was like telling a septa how good the seven were. certainly, the southern man was intrigued by just how many nights he was speaking about - many implied that it was hardly uncommon to do whatever it was he did. as he felt the hand come to touch him, satin did not react, though he was really quite glad they were at least touching. he kept his eyes on the wildling’s face, smirking as he commented on the water. “of course i’m cold, i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this weather.” at least oldtown felt the sun more than once every week. of course he had understood that the wildling was effectively inviting him to join him, but he was rather enjoying not being so obvious.

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rodrikforresterrp

Satin’s lips were back around his shaft, sucking him clean from their fuck. It was nice to feel the whore’s lips around him, making him taste both Rodrik’s cum and his own ass. Rodrik was caressing the man’s head as he relaxed. He couldn’t stay here forever though, after all the Lord Commander wanted to see him. “You’ll have to come another time, so I can properly breed you all night.”

satin worked his lips around the man’s shaft for as long as he assumed he could, a little reluctance to leave rodrik’s company after such a memorable romp. slowly, he pulled his lips away from his body, looking at him with seductive eyes. a smirk on his lips, he crawled up the bed to press a slow kiss to the northman’s lips. “how could i turn down an offer like that, my lord?” he asked quite honestly, assuming there was no logical explanation for receiving such an offer than not taking it.

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rodrikforresterrp

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” he asked, watching as Satin got between is legs but still not cleaning his cock as asked. He was all sweaty and definitely relaxed after fucking the whore’s ass, filling him up with a heavy load of cum, sure that it would leak out as he walked back to his room, maybe to have someone eat his ass out and eat Rodrik’s load. “Use these pretty lips now, or are you already fed up with my cock?”

a jealous lord commander was probably not a great thing, in all honesty. he did not want to jeopardise his chances of remaining in the man’s bed. satin took the man’s cock in one hand, slowly stroking him again, not even thinking about the reality of the man’s seed making a reappearance. “how could i be fed up, my lord?” he teased, leaning down to wrap his lips around the man’s shaft.

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rodrikforresterrp

Rodrik pulled out once Satin had licked his hand clean, swallowing his own cum. He laid down on his bed, hands behind his head, showing off his hairy armpits. “You’re really making me late for the Lord Commander.” he said, though he was more amused than anything else. Luckily Jon would know how to make him go in the mood fast enough. “Clean my cock? Wouldn’t want Jon to taste your ass there, would you?”

satin lay on his side, propping himself up with an elbow as he smirked at the man beside him. he took the ample opportunity to admire the forrester’s body again, rather pleased to see just how much of him was covered in hair. “oh he’ll understand, i promise you.” he teased, hoping the lord commander could understand why rodrik was so late. satin was not an opportunity you passed up lightly. at the man’s suggestion, he crawled back down the bed, kneeling between his legs. “he’d only get jealous.”