https://www.tumblr.com/inkandarsenic/820994478969126913/list-of-smut-prompts?source=share
okay but 9 with Robbevan would go HARD
well i think i was possessed or something bc this is the product of like. two and a half hours. my brain saw the prompt and locked in lol enjoy!
“Can I—can I please touch myself?”
Robb cocks his head, his own hand stroking himself slowly, eyes drifting lazily over Evan's tense muscles, his panting chest, the way his fists are clenched tightly in the bedsheets. There's a shining smear on his stomach, the dark trail of hair wet where his straining cock has wept steadily since Robb had worked him to the edge and then left him with a sharp order. His hips are rutting up into thin air. Robb groans at the sight of him, and his cock throbs in his hand, his stroking getting slicker. Evan's eyes are a tangible, heated weight watching him, and Robb smirks at the strangled, whispered "fuuuck."
Robb hums thoughtfully, willing himself to slow and then stop his self-ministrations. "Do you deserve to?" he asks, voice still carrying an edge of anger—not truly at Evan, not really, but it serves his purposes. He shakes his head, looking down at the floor, disappointment lining his frown — a hitching breath that sounds awfully close to a sob reaches his ears, but when he glances up, Evan is still tense like he's trying – and failing – not to move. He waits a moment, but no true protest comes. "You kept things from me, Evan. Worse, you lied to me, and you broke your promise."
Evan isn't looking at him anymore, having shut his eyes and turned his head away from Robb's disappointment. Robb sighs, and reaches out, gripping Evan's chin and firmly turning his head. "Look at me, Evan."
Teary, dark blue eyes meet his. Robb's heart gives a painful, fluttering thump. Evan is gorgeous always, but truly wrecked like this—blue nearly edged out by wide pupils, face flushed, hair even more of a mess than usual and damp with sweat, lips bitten red—this is when he is at his most beautiful.
"Gods, you're fucking gorgeous," Robb whispers, unable to stop himself from praising his Ev when he looks so pretty just for Robb. Evan shivers, flushing as he always does when Robb compliments him like this.
"Robb, plea-please let me touch," Evan begs, his voice breaking wonderfully. "I need, I need it, or you, or something!"
"Hm." Robb passes his thumb over Evan's lips, and the ready way Ev takes it in his mouth threatens to undo Robb's resolve. "You didn't seem to need me when you were telling me everything was fine with your father." He presses his thumb against Evan's teeth, the way he does when he wants to fuck Ev's mouth, and predictably, Evan lets his jaw drop. Robb hums, a little mean. "You'd let me, wouldn't you? Let me fuck that pretty throat until you can't speak and the whole camp knows what you've been doing in my tent?"
Evan nods wildly. "Fuck, yes, please." His hand lifts to grasp at Robb's thigh, and Robb allows it for the moment. "Please, fuck, I need you to do an-anything, Robb, anything."
Robb's hand slips up into Evan's hair, gripping tightly and using the hold to maneuver him up. Evan goes willingly, hands fluttering around like he wants to touch himself or Robb, but never actually landing. He whimpers softly as he slumps, his forehead landing against Robb's hip bone, so close to Robb's cock that Robb can feel the tension in Evan's shoulders as he refrains from taking him into his mouth. It makes something dangerously warm and possessive fill Robb's whole being, that Evander Bolton surrenders so completely as to follow Robb's every word, even when he's so desperate to come.
Gently, Robb caresses Evan's hair. "You didn't seem to need me when you told me you were having dinner with your father, and instead I found you fighting."
Robb presses his fingers against the reddening bruise marring Evan's ribs, a product of Evan being distracted by Robb's presence and forgetting to dodge. Evan's breath hitches, and he arches into the touch, closer to Robb, whining when he's pushed back.
"I'm not going to let some random commoner talk shit about you," Ev snaps, falling back on his elbows. He's starting to look frustrated, more so than turned on, and Robb can't have this become something actually punishing.
He reaches down, skims his fingers over Evan's leaking cock. A choked, beautiful moan tears from Evan's throat, his hips snapping up towards Robb's hand. Robb pulls away, and cups Evan's cheek.
"Yes, I know, you're such a good guard dog for me." Evan visibly shudders, his cock jerking. Robb smirks, and steps back to his place at the foot of the bed. "Which is why it's so frustrating that you won't understand that I want you to tell me when things are bad with that man, and I don't want you to be going and getting in pointless–" he holds up a finger as Evan's mouth opens—"pointless fights." His hand finds his cock once more, and he watches Ev's eyes follow the movement with a deep hunger. "You'll sit pretty for me and you won't come tonight."
"Robb…"
He waits. If Evan really didn't want this, Robb would be done in a heartbeat — soft, loving sex to finish them both and then holding Ev close for as long as it takes to make him remember Robb loves him. But Evan, Robb's beautiful amazing Ev, takes a shuddering breath and instead says, "I want you to come on me, then. I want to smell like you."
Fuck. Robb can't keep his distance after that. He lunges forward, dragging Evan up into a filthy kiss. And really, once his cock is brushing against Ev's, he's lost — it always feels too good to be this close to Evan for Robb to maintain his self control. He rocks his hips against Evan's, groaning into his mouth. He feels Evan's hands, tentative on his thighs, and Robb breaks the kiss just long enough to breathe, "Yes, fuck it, just touch me," before he's shoving his tongue into Ev's mouth again.
Robb comes embarrassingly fast, and the sound that Ev makes as Robb's seed splatters against his chest burns itself into Robb's memory. Robb bites at Evan's lip as he pulls back, resting his forehead against Ev's.
"Fuck, I can't…" He pants, stealing another quick kiss before continuing. "Come for me, Ev. I wanna see you, I wanna make you come."
Evan, who has been teetering on the edge of release for a while, comes nearly on command. Robb reaches between their bodies and wraps a hand around Evan, working him as the release slams through him.
They fall to the bed, panting, uncaring of the stickiness between them. Evan buries his face in Robb's neck, his arms winding around Robb's waist. Robb cards his fingers through Evan's hair, basking in the boneless warmth of his favorite person on earth.
"You'll tell me next time, won't you?" he asks quietly. Evan nods against Robb's shoulder. He says nothing, but Robb can feel the soft, almost apologetic kiss pressed to his collarbone, and decides that's enough of an answer.