He could never find it annoying. Confident men grew boring and tiresome after a while. It made an enjoyable change. He softly closed his eyes as their lips met. Such a tender kiss. It was hard to deny the fact that he found Viserys somewhat special. He couldn’t help it.

The blond couldn’t help but smile lightly between their lips as Viserys nipped at his bottom lip. A small sigh of pleasure escaping him. Viserys was different to the many others. More loving and sweet.

That blush seemed to have returned, spreading as quick as a wildfire on his cheeks as Viserys kissed them once again. “No need to thank me.” He replied with a smile. Maybe he should be thanking Viserys. Others may think harshly on ‘the dragon’ but Olyvar has seen only kindness.

His eyes closed again as the others hands made their way to his hair. Oh, how he enjoyed that. “I’m only returning the favour of a kind man.” He insisted. He felt extremely honoured to be able to see this side of Viserys.

Another breath of pleasure escaped his lips as the other started to tug on his hair. “That’s not how I see it. I see how kind you can be.” He assured him. Olyvar wouldn’t find it strange at all. He’s there to amuse Viserys however he liked.

He’s really glad he’s not a part of this drama. He’s just watching it from the sidelines.

The blond happily returned the kiss though it wasn’t going to silence him for very long. “You are.” He told him stubbornly. He would argue it with his last breath if he had to.

Can he just take Sansa out of the way? Somewhere safe away from the chaos? He feels like he needs to do this.

He has a cloth to dry her eyes. He’ll help her escape.

He can carry her. He’s not heavily built like a knight but he would carry her out of danger.

He’s not comfortable leaving her in this state. Maybe he should just sit with her instead then?

Those whimpering words seemed to turn him on slightly. He’d continue those kind words just to hear that again. His breathing got a little bit heavier as Viserys started to kiss his neck. Tilting his head to expose more of his skin. His lips felt so good.

If that is what she wishes then he is happy to oblige. He will keep his distance but he refuses to leave her entirely.

Oh, what he would give to hear Viserys begging. He almost wanted to beg himself with the sensations arising from the other sucking at his skin. He bit his lower lip hard as a muffled moan managed to break out.

//Typos! Gaaahh!

Now the other was begging. He was trying so hard to contain himself; he wanted Viserys to maintain control since he was the least experienced. He wanted Viserys to be comfortable at all times. His hand cupped the others cheek, the ends of his fingers gripping his hair loosely.

Olyvar continued to tug at the others hair; hearing his moans continued to arouse him. Viserys seemed to become a little tense, so he thought. He was careful not to make him uncomfortable.

Olyvar couldn’t help but grin back against Viserys. The friction alone made him desperate; craving the other. The blond kept one hand tugging on that white hair while the other rested on the linen that Viserys was wearing. He was slow in starting to remove it.

It didn’t take long for Olyvar to undo the linen and remove it from Viserys. He wasn’t used to being in control. He was used to men taking control of him and doing what they liked to him. It was strange for the role to be reversed.

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