★ speechless
☾ davos seaworth x gn reader
𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ I need that old man
𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 1.16k words
cw: erectile disfunction, blowjob, davos feels guilty, big age gap
If there's anything Davos Seaworth had to his advantage, it was his tongue.
He's convinced foreign kings, bank ambassadors and army generals to stand out and listen countless times. He's brought people up and others down, brought tears to folks' eyes as well as great affection to others'.
The Onion Knight is easy to love. He's a whole-hearted, good man.
Davos never thought he'd find love like this again, not at his ripe old age. He never intended to.
"Now, dear, I must insist–"
His words to you were nothing but affectionate in the way an old, wise man is to any youth, so though he yearned for you in the deepest bowels of his heart, he never intended to act on it.
He just never expected you to.
You're determined enough to continue, even as he protests. You're on your knees, already licking your lips as you undo the laces of his pants. You look at him like he's a feast.
Davos is thinking himself a rotten one, compared to you. You're young, and he's decades past your age. His son must've been your age when he passed, and that was already regrettably long ago.
"Dear–"
"Enough with the 'dear', Ser Davos." You stop him and take a pause yourself to look at his face. "All I need is a yes or a no."
You'd expected another dear, some vocal justifications or a well-thought out refusal. Instead, much to your amusement, you get a single "Yes."
Davos looks embarrased enough as is, so you don't tease him about it.
The pants come off, then the undergarments, and then there's nothing left to cover him.
But he's soft. You'll work him up, you have before, won't be too hard.
You take his length in your hand, work him balls to tip while maintaining eye contact. He's sweating visibly, doesn't know what to do with his hands, much less with his face. He'd bite his lip, if he didn't think the gesture so whorish. It's adorable.
But...he's still soft.
You take him in your mouth, just the tip. When that proves fruitless, you continue on to the base.
He's soft, still, in your mouth. It's a real change.
Sensing your confusion, Davos moves to speak up. "I, uh..."
His hands grasp at the edges of the table you've got him against. He's nervous, that, at least, you can tell. "I'm old." His words come out in a rush with a certain uncertainty in his words, which is unbeckoming of him. "It's uh, I've read—no, I've been told that it's hard to raise with the, uh, age."
And you've no doubt he's had too little time and too much purity to try in recent times.
"Does it still feel good?" You ask, slowly pumping the base of his length.
"Yes." He replies sheepishly.
That is enough for you. You dive back down, taking him to the base. He gasps in surprise, a hand insitinctively burying in your hair, a physical intimacy you'd hoped for.
Ser Davos is nothing but respectful. He respects the boundaries, backgrounds, and necessities of any character. He's never touched you like this.
It's way different to have a soft dick in your mouth, but it's a change you're going to have to welcome if you want a repeat; and you do, because Ser Davos deserves appreciation.
It isn't quite satisfying for you. There's not much weight on your tongue and you can't even get it to reach your throat, but the sensation isn't why you're doing this. You're doing this because, when you look up, you can see the utter bliss in his face.
Davos never expected it to feel this good, even with his cock soft. He pants heavily, head turned towards the ceiling as though he needs the forgiveness of the Seven Gods, because this feels like he's taking advantage of you.
You're a youth, and he's using your mouth, even though he can't pull himself to use his hips despite however much his instincts scream at him; and he's got his hand in your hair but he can't find the strength to let go, because fuck, he hasn't felt this in a long time.
It's a relief to, to feel this pleasure building up in his stomach, to feel such stimulation around his cock.
He's terribly quiet, outside of his breaths, but you can see that he's enjoying himself. You can see it in his closed eyes and you can feel it on the grip in your hair.
Davos deserves this and you're more than happy to give it to him.
Who can blame you for giving a good man a blowjob, anyway?
You start to get used to the sensation of how soft he is. You suck and work him with much more fervor, wanting nothing more than to get him off. Most of all, you can't wait to see how he'll look like in his ecstacy, if it'll be like him if he were intoxicated.
You're not timing it, but your jaw has barely started to ache when he comes in your mouth. He's not far enough to force you to swallow, but you do it anyway.
Davos finally groans at the sensation of you swallowing around him, the only sound of the night, but you're not complaining. "I–"
"A thank you would suffice." You say, wiping off the spit from your chin.
It's grotesque, is what it is, when he looks at you kneeling on the dirty ground and wiping away what he's done to you. Davos feels guilty, evidently so, as he's quickly dressing back up.
"I liked that, you know. Plus, I think you kind of deserve it. You–"
He tries to cut you off with a "Thank you."
You don't let him. "You can ask for more any time. I implore you."
"Get up." Davos says with some kind of irritation, grabbing not your elbow or forearm, but your hand and pulling you up to your feet.
Despite that, you laugh.
It has him huffing out of his nose. "It was kind of you."
"It wasn't charity work."
"EIther way." He clears his throat. He still feels a little shame, burning in his chest and the back of his neck. Past all of that, he can't refuse that it felt good. He won't admit it, though, vehemently so.
Davos won't need to, though. Not when he's cum down your throat. "Don't be a stranger." You say, a glimmer in your eye.
Davos huffs again, because for once, he's lost for words.
You know he'll be a stranger, you know he'll avoid you. You know he won't ask for more and that he won't mention this to anyone. You know the most, though, that you'll approach him again; the same premise, the same pleasure, perhaps a different place.
The cycle will continue, but you'll do it again and again until he accepts that you want him in that kind of way.
He'll just have to.