i predict a riot - {robb and theon, oct 3rd, post-meeting}
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Robb smirks when Theon says all fours; just what he was expecting, Theon can be so predictable sometimes. There's also the fact that he wanted it like this as well - it's not at all the first time Robb's fucked Theon with Theon on his hands and knees, but all those times Robb felt as if he needed to be loving to make up for how not personal their position was. He'd kiss the back of Theon's neck, stroke his back, and tell him things about how good Theon was and how much he loved him.
Now he wants to shove Theon's face into the mattress, grab him by the neck like he owns him, leave bruises on his hip and order Theon to tell him how much he loves his cock.
He decides to put Theon out of his misery by getting naked like he asked, getting rid of the rest of his clothes so fast that not even Theon could protest.
"Is this what a week without sex does for you? You'd think I haven't fucked you in years, you're so desperate for it." He tugs at Theon's own pants, pulling them off along with his underwear. And just like that Robb grabs Theon by the hips and flips him over, leaving his ass exposed. He strokes one of the cheeks possessively, digging his fingers into his flesh. With the index finger of his other hand, he teases Theon's ass, sliding it between his cheeks but not quite touching his hole. "You need to beg harder though. Haven't you heard? I'm a very important person now."
















