bloodbrothers

It didn’t surprise Jace at all that Cregan lived in the actual castle of Winterfell – the place was a small city all on its own. He knew the way from scratch from visiting Arya, so most of the way was easy.

Well. Technically.

Cregan was touching him. His hand was on Jace’s thigh, quiet as he watched him, caressed him up and down without thinking, humming sometimes, watching the way in others.

“You moved here recently?” he asked, breaking the silence. “You mentioned your father last night.”

Jace thought for a moment. Well…

“Kinda,” he told him. “I moved in after the New Year to live with my...”

He paused.

“Actually, I need to say first that my family is complicated.”

Cregan chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure you said that already.”

His face felt warm, and Cregan rubbed his knee.

“I’m donor-conceived,” he told him. “So… lab-baby, you know?”

Windex, his uncles used to call him.

“Fun,” Cregan said simply.

“Yeah...” Jace spoke slowly. “My biological father is friends with my actual parents, and… I don’t know, I kind of wanted to know him better. Spend some time with him.”

“So you came here to live with a stranger who happens to have your DNA.”

That made him laugh.

“Kinda,” he confessed. “But he’s nice. I think we kind of always knew him. He was around sometimes when I was a kid, I think my parents wanted us to know him.”

That made him frown a bit. Now that he was thinking. Harwin was over at their home a lot when he was a kid.

“So they were alright with it?”

Jace shrugged. Reactions varied, but no one outrightly opposed him.

“They let me make my own choices,” he told him.

“And has he fed you our food at all?” Cregan asked, chuckling.

That made Jace wince.

“He did,” he told him. “It’s… kinda bland.”

Jace had grown up on a lot of different foods, all of them really full flavour.

Food in the North had none of it.

Cregan snorted.

“He’s actually from the Riverlands,” Jace explained it to him. “So he usually cooks stuff from there.”

“And what’s he doing up here?”

He drove past a curve.

“His grandfather lived here, he came to take care of him,” he told him. “Then he built a company here, and I guess he just likes the place.”

Cregan just hummed a bit, rubbing the way up his thigh, and Jace spread his legs to fit him.

“So… Bravosi food, then?” he asked.

Oh, yeah! Food.

“Yeah,” he told him. “That’s good.”

They stopped in front of the gates, and Cregan opened the window, letting the cold air in while putting his head out to talk into the speaker.

“It’s Cregan Stark,” he told him. “With a friend.”

The gates opened, and he drove past the first and then the second row.

“You can turn left here,” he told him, typing into his phone. “You wanna pick?”

“Just get whatever you like,” Jace told him, complying. “I like anything they have in Bravos. Oh, and ask for lemons.”

Lemons always made Bravosi food even better.

“And you park there,” Cregan pointed to the spot.

Oh, that was closer than the main house.

He parked up, looking around for a bit as Cregan stepped out of the car, completely unbothered by the cold.

“I thought you’d live at the main house.”

“I used to,” he answered. “I moved here when… a while ago,” Cregan seemed to decide. “To my own place.”

Jace nodded a bit, following him when he walked to the place, typing a password to the pad and pressing his thumb to it, opening the gate for them both.

“You’re Arya’s cousin, right?” he asked.

“Kinda,” Cregan answered. “Her second cousin. My father was her father’s first cousin. But I do call him uncle Ned. He was the one who raised me.”

Jace raised his eyebrows, but quieted down, the meaning clicking with him.

Oh.

“And you dated her, right?” Cregan asked.

“Yeah,” he confirmed quickly. "For a bit."

They fell into silence as they walked to the lift, and Cregan pressed a button to the top floor before turning right to him again.

“And you weren’t serious?” he asked.

Jace shrugged. He was, she wasn’t.

“I don’t think so,” he answered. “She was in a break with Gendry, I guess.”

Yeah, it hurt like hell then, but he was fine now. More than fine, he’d moved on – how could he not with Cregan?

It was a nice place when they got inside. Big for someone who lived alone, but Jace supposed space was never too much.

“Can I offer you something?” Cregan asked, closing the door behind them.

And Jace was ready to say no and that he was fine when his stomach answered for him instead, growling so loudly Cregan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Food,” he concluded. “While we wait for dinner, so you won’t die of starvation.”

Jace’s face burnt in embarrassed, though he was kind of right. That protein bar had done nothing to keep him fed in those last five or six hours, especially with no breakfast, and he waited quietly for Cregan to return, expecting some fruit or yoghurt in his hand.

But he just… gave him cookies?

The packed kind, not home made.

Well, it was food, and he was a guest, so Jace took it without complaining.

“Thanks.”

He turned to look at the back and the nutritional label, chuckling.

“My Kepa-” he started talking.

Well, he probably didn’t know what Kepa meant.

“My stepdad, I mean,” he added. “He would die of spontaneous combustion before he let one of those into our house.”

Jace chuckled. Oh, Daemon would burn the old crazy kings drinking wildfire.

“Really?” Cregan asked.

He opened the packaged, taking one from inside.

“Yeah, too packed with sugar and artificial shit and all that,” he took a bite.

It took everything in Jace to not visibly react to it.

Daemon was right. It was pure sugar. It was awful.

Jace chewed on it quickly, trying to down them without them getting right back out. It was food, and it was not going to kill him just because they were overly sweet.

Dry. They were so dry.

“Can I…” he started, and cleared his throat. “Can I have some water?”

“Yeah,” Cregan answered, moving back to the kitchen.

Jace shoved another one into his mouth when he wasn’t looking.

If he ate them quickly, he could wash them off quickly.

He was just downing the last one when Cregan came back.

“Wow,” he frowned. “Hungry?”

Jace looked up at him, wide eyed.

“Didn’t eat lunch,” he said quickly.

Cregan chuckled, giving him the water bottle, and Jace gulped half of it in one breath.

“You really eat like you kiss,” he chuckled. “Food’s on its way.”

“I’ll send you money,” Jace told him quickly.

Cregan just wavered him off, taking the package and tossing his phone down the couch.

“You’re fine.”

But Jace stood right up. He had his own money now!

“It’s really-”

Well, he couldn’t finish his phrase.

Cregan was too quick in grabbing him and pulling him to kiss his lips, leaning over Jace without an ounce of shame.

He pulled back, looking at Jace with raised eyebrows.

“You wanna talk?” he asked, smirking.

Well…

“Not... anymore?” he confessed.

Cregan laughed aloud.

How that man managed to get his brain empty and stupid in one second, Jace didn’t know, and he didn’t ask – he was too busy kissing him to think of any kind of questions or a reason to anything in the world.

Cregan didn’t seem much worried either, with the way he was touching him, pulling him blindingly, and Jace could only follow him.

He gasped when he pulled him to his straddle his lap on the couch, running his hands up his thighs as Jace pulled back to look at his face, surprised.

Now, Jacaerys knew that move, he’d been the puller like that happily. He’d never been pulled, though.

“You alright, pretty boy?” Cregan asked, pressing a kiss to his chin.

His heart thundered in his chest for a moment. Pretty boy.

“Yeah,” he told him, breathless.

And it just then it hit Jace that Cregan was a man. A man, man. And a big one at that – tall, with big shoulders, and strong.

And as much as Jace had kissed people when he was younger, he’d only gone as far as second base before he lost his virginity to Arya.

“I just… never been with a guy before,” Jace explained. “Like this. So it’s… new.”

Cregan watched his face quietly, pushing his fingers under the hoodie and his shirt, caressing his belly.

“It’s fine,” he told him. “We can take it slow.”

Jace breathed out, licking his lips as Cregan’s thumbs ran over his lower belly, making him shiver.

“You wanna keep kissing?” he asked softly, running his lips up his jaw.

He shuddered. Well, he’d come there for a reason.

“Yeah,” Jace confirmed. “Hopefully, a little more than that?”

Cregan smirked, raising his head again to look into his eyes again, and he biy his lower lip quietly, pulling on it, scrapping it lightly with his teeth.

“More, hm?” he hummed, pushing his thumbs down the hem of his pants.

Jace leaned in to kiss him again, but Cregan held off, still too busy teasing him.

“And what does my prince want?”

His cock twitched in his pants. My prince.

“My prince?” he panted back.

Cregan ran his short nails over his skin, and Jace closed his eyes when he pressed a kiss to his jaw again.

“Did I keep you up all night after the party?” he asked. “Is that why you ran into that warehouse like a mad man today? No underwear on, no jacket...”

Jace closed his eyes.

“You said you had a hard-on yourself,” he argued. “Almost pushed me to the car to get rid of it.”

Cregan took his lips again, kissing him once more, holding him tightly.

“You wanted me to?” he pushed a hand up, rubbing his skin. “Push you into the car and have my wicked way with you?”

His mind had no place to wander into as Cregan kissed him and pushed the hoodie higher and higher, out of the way, and they pulled apart so Jace could take it off completely.

“And what would you do?” Jace tossed it to the side, pushing his hands up his body, pulling his shirt along, and Cregan just let him throw it off. “In that damn garage, where anyone could find us?”

Cregan moved his hand to his hips, pulling Jace close, and he could feel his cock pressing right against his, as hard as he was.

“This,” he moved Jace’s hips, pressing himself to him. “Would spread those pretty legs, make you straddle me.”

His lips moved down to his neck and then up his earlobe, and Jace couldn’t help the small sound that left his lips.

“You think you would moan like that if we were in the garage?” he asked. “You got pretty sounds stored up in you.”

Cregan moved his hips, practically humping him, and he moaned without thinking.

“I’m not stupid,” Jace tired to argue, pushing his fingers into his hair, tugging on it. “People would find us.”

Cregan smirked, biting his neck.

“No, you’re just a pretty boy,” he mocked him.

Jace didn’t let him continue, kissing his lips again, holding his head close as he moved his hips with him, not even caring about the state of his pants anymore.

He grabbed his hand from his waist with his free one, pushing it down to his thigh and around, but Cregan just squeezed his wrist, pulling back to look at his face with an evil grin.

“Not gonna buy me dinner first?” he taunted him.

“Why would I?” he tugged on his hair. “You already did.”

Cregan chuckled, pushing his hand away and between his legs, staring right at him as he ran his thumb over his bulge.

“I thought we were gonna take it slow,” he taunted, caressing his length and then his head, circling it with barely any intent, but making him weak anyway.

Jace opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. Cregan just wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking him lightly.

“But I’m not sure you are sure of that,” he spoke against his lips, fingers so soft over the fabric it made him want to scream.

Jace thrust his hips against it anyway, not finding any words in himself.

And then he heard the fucking sytem call.

“Food delivery,” a voice spoke through a speaker.

“Fuck,” Jace grunted.

Cregan chuckled.

“Well, we got our answer,” he decided.

Jace crawled out of his lap, panting as he sat on the couch, and Cregan sighed, as annoyed as himself.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he told him, standing up.

Jace didn’t answer, his eyes were a bit busy moving down to his pants.

Yeah, there was no hiding that fucking tent.

“Yeah. Gotta cover this up.”

It made Jace chuckle, and Cregan just reached for the hoodie Jace had thrown off, putting it on and tugging, adjusting his cock to attempt to hide it.

“Maybe if you walk crooked,” Jace teased him.

He looked at himself, and his cock was just as obviously hard as Cregan’s – with no underwear to hold it in place.

He fisted himself as Cregan left, closing his eyes at the relief, though it did nothing to calm himself down.

Stupid delivery guy, cockblocking them.

Jace closed his eyes as he settled on the couch, looking around the room as he waited for Cregan to return.

There were a few photos around, though there were not many decorations put up.

Fair, it made sense.

He picked up, his phone, shooting Harwin a quick text ‘Got caught up on something, gonna have dinner here. I'll be home by 10.’

The door opened after what felt like a very quick time to go down and back up, and Cregan stepped into the room with their food.

“Food’s here, the delivery guy definitely noticed my boner and pretended he didn’t,” Cregan announced, holding the paper bags. “Five stars and I gave him a tip.”

Jace turned to him, ready to look at the food, but Cregan stepped right to him.

“Where were we, again?” he asked.

Jace barely stood up before Cregan was kissing him again, pulling him, ready to pull him…

When his stomach growled again, loud and clear, and embarrassing him even more than the first time.

“Gods!” Cregan laughed aloud, stepping back. “Does you donor feed you?”

Jace’s face burnt. He hadn’t had breakfast. Nor lunch!

“It’s fine,” he tried to argue.

But Cregan didn’t let him defend himself or pull him back.

“Let’s eat,” he told him. “And we can work on burning those calories after.”

He had the decency to be embarrassed, but the food really was good and he was really hungry.

Jace was starving, Cregan couldn't blame him - not when he was the one kept him up like that.

He ate the fish so hungrily he was glad it was one of those fish with big bones, and not the really small thin ones or he would probably choke.

He missed well-seasoned food, with the right spices.

And lemon. Gods, Jace would pour lemons over everything if he could, it was so good, it made every food better. Good ones were so hard to find up there.

Honestly, he couldn't even talk. He wanted to, but he couldn't.

By the time they were done, his stomach was full and the only things left on their plates were lemon peels and bones.

He let out a big breath as he cleaned his mouth with some napkins, and Cregan chugged on some water from a bottle, looking a bit pink on his face.

Jace collected the plates and dishes and stuff, not thinking much as he cleaned up, until Cregan cleared his throat.

"You don't have to," he told him quickly.

It made him frown for a moment and look at the stuff in is hands, then at him.

"Clean my own mess?"

All of his parents' spirits would probably leave their bodies while they slept and come chase him for not cleaning after himself.

But Cregan looked right up at him.

"We got other business to attend," he remarked.

Jace grinned, ready to answer him, but instead of words, his mouth produced a big burp.

That seemed to break the tension between them, and they both laughed.

"Maybe after some digestion," Cregan conceded. "But you don't have to clean up."

"It's fine," Jace assured him.

All he needed to do was put the plates in the dishwasher and throw the boxes in the bin.

Easy clean up.

But when he walked into the kitchen, the place where he supposed the dishwasher was meant to be was empty, and the actual dishwasher was… in a box. By the corner.

“You can just put the plates in the sink,” Cregan called out from the living room.

“Okay,” Jace answered back.

He did so, and moved to the bin, and it somehow didn’t surprise him when he opened it and realised it was full of take-out food boxes and paper plates.

Okay. That actually made sense.

He threw the boxes away and washed his hands in the warm sink, drying them on a nearby dishcloth, sniffing it for a moment after that to make sure he wasn’t just straight up dirty them as well.

When Jace made his way to the living room. Cregan was sitting down and waiting for him right on the same spot on the couch, and the way he was looking at him really made Jace’s mouth dry.

“No more interruptions?” he asked.

He swallowed again, licking his lips.

“No more interruptions,” he agreed.

Cregan grinned, patting his thighs with a teasing grin, and Jace just knew he was having too much fun with being the tall one between them.

Jace didn’t complain when he pulled him to sit on him again, running his hands over Jace’s thighs and squeezing.

“Do you get off being the big one?” he teased Cregan, spreading his legs a bit more. “Pulling men to your lap and teasing them?”

And all he earned back was a smirk.

“Don’t feel so exclusive, my Prince,” he grabbed his waist, pulling him closer. “I pull women too.”

Before Jace could answer, he pressed a kiss to his lips again.

He pushed his fingers into Cregan’s hair, holding him in place as they kissed, barely breaking off to breathe.

It wasn’t long until he couldn’t help himself, tugging on the stupid hoodie to take it off again.

Cregan was too dressed.

There was no protest to stop Jace, instead, he just helped him, tossing off the hoodie and the shirt he was wearing underneath leaving his chest naked for him to run his hands down over it, caressing his skin, and Cregan clenched his stomach for a moment, gasping into their skin.

Jace didn’t let that go amiss, running his nails over his skin, and Cregan sighed again as he made the way up his chest, the hairs tickling his skin in a very nicely.

Of course, it did surprise him when Cregan pushed his hands under his shirt again, scratching him as he pushed them higher and higher, taking it along.

They pulled apart to Jace could toss his shirt up, and he gasped when instead of moving back to his lips, Cregan moved straight to his neck, licking and running his teeth over his skin, sucking onto it as Jace squirmed on top of him, eyes falling closed and mouth falling open.

Cregan’s hands climbed up his back to hold him closer, scratching his back and sinking his teeth on his skin before moving down to him, kissing him right after as his free hand moved down to grip his thigh.

Jace tugged on his hair, kissing Cregan again, biting his lower lip before moving down his chin and jaw and neck, licking and nipping, and something completely hungry took over him, because Jace just needed to mark him.

So he did, squeezing his dark hair in his fingers, holding his head in place as he sucked bruises on his pale neck, earning a deep moan from Cregan and a buckle of his hips, pressing his cock against his own, sighing as his hand travelled to his hip to squeeze it.

“Possessive piece of round ass,” he half-moaned.

Jace chuckled, holding his face to turn it, and Cregan’s eyes set on his.

“You like my ass?” he teased him.

Cregan scoffed, taking his hands down and pushing under his pants, grabbing his ass fully, squeezing him.

“You got a nice ass,” he agreed. “But I do have a question?”

Jace swallowed down, watching his eyes as Cregan raised him a bit, tugging on his pants, pulling on it, down his hips and his thighs.

“Are you still cold?” his lips curled in a smirk.

He couldn’t help the way he glared at him, but Cregan just pulled him again, kissing his lips once more as Jace felt his cock slipping out of his pants, hitting his lower belly.

They slowed down, and Cregan’s hand moved around his hip, wrapping his fingers around him and pausing.

Jace frowned, confused, pulling back fully.

Cregan looked down right away, staring at his cock with his eyes a bit wide, then looking up at him.

Well, to say his ego felt massaged was just being honest.

He leaned a little back, showing himself off some more.

Jace wanted to giving him a quip – tell him ‘he got his answer’ – but his mind was busy with something else.

He leaned in again, pushing his hand down as he kissed him once more, fingers breeching his pants and tugging his cock from inside his underwear, rubbing the head with his thumb, and Cregan moaned into his lips.

“Tease,” he hissed, giving the base of his cock a light squeeze.

“You were dumbfounded,” Jace teased, not thinking much as he wrapped his fingers around them both, moving his hips, rubbing himself against his as precum coated his hand – his or Cregan’s, he wouldn’t know.

Cregan’s hand slipped down, the tip of his fingers caressing his balls before moving around his hip to hold onto them, trying to control his movements, but Jace didn’t let him.

It earned him a grunt of annoyance right into his neck.

“Tease,” Cregan hissed, scratching him with his teeth. “For someone who’s never been with a guy you seem pretty smart.”

He chuckled, stroking them more, trying to keep his sounds to himself, to not break before breaking him.

“I got some years of practice on my own,” Jace teased him back.

But Cregan seemed to have lost his patience, just flipping them suddenly and throwing Jace on the couch and standing up, taking off his pants and his underwear.

Gods help him, he was perfectly proportional.

Jace tilted his head, licking his lips as he raised himself on his elbows, and Cregan practically devoured him with his eyes before climbing on top of him again, taking his lips once more, moving his hips to rub himself against him.

He smirked, pulling back, settling himself between his legs, and Jace frowned for a moment before he felt his cock right against his as Cregan stroked them both together slowly.

“Look at that,” Cregan moaned. “You’re a big as me...”

Jace threw his head back, moaning.

“Tease,” he accused him back.

“No,” Cregan clicked his tongue. “You’re thicker. Pretty big for a twink.”

Jace rolled his eyes. Twink? Who was he calling twink?

“I’m not a twink,” he argued back.

But Cregan didn’t even give him an answer, leaning into him and kissing the way down his body, over his chest, then his torso, licking his abs.

“Too bad,” he kissed his belly. “Twinks get my special move.”

Jace swallowed down, and felt his hand around him, stroking him slowly.

“Special?”

Cregan looked right up at him, smirking as he moved up and down slowly, avoiding his tip as he watched his face, and Jace had to hold his breath to not moan.

“Special,” he answered back.

Jace gulped, staring at him, his brain barely functioning.

Cregan moved his lips down, kissing him from just below the tip to his base, and he took in a deep breath.

“Maybe...” Jace started, and his voice cracked.

Cregan chuckled, making the way up again.

“Maybe?” he asked, running his tongue over his vein.

“What if I’m one?” he managed to let out.

Cregan’s lips twitched in a smirk.

The answer came with him wrapping his lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it for a moment and running his tongue over it with a big lick, making him moan and throw his head back.

“Are you?” he stroked him.

Jace panted under him, feeling his face burning, taking his hand down, pushing his fingers into his hair, but Cregan just pushed it to the side.

Fucking tease.

“Are you a twink, my prince?”

The nickname made him shudder.

He needed that fucking special.

“Fine,” he groaned. “Yeah. Just-”

Jace couldn’t finish his phrase, it was interrupted by a moan when Cregan’s mouth wrapped fully around his head, licking and sucking onto it alone, stroking him fast.

And then he let go.

“Cregan!” he protested.

But Cregan just squeezed around him, watching with a grin as his cock fucking throbbed and twitched in his hand, the precum dripping from the tip.

“You have to say it,” he said simply. “Are you a twink?”

Jace felt his face and neck and chest burning as he flushed.

“You’re being a dick,” he hissed.

Cregan raised him a single eyebrow, taking a hand up and rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb passingly.

Jace squirmed and whimpered under him, raising his hips.

It was fucking unfair.

“It’s stupid!” he tried to argue with him. “Why-”

Cregan wrapped his fingers around him, stroking him just there.

“So stupid,” he mocked.

Jace’s very soul left his body.

His hips buckled under him, thrusting against his hand, and Cregan just chuckled, not stopping.

“So cruel,” he mocked, raising his hand along with Jace’s hips.

He could barely fully speak.

“Issa,” he moaned. “Issa, yes, issa-”

He didn’t stop, and Jace squirmed under him, his mind practically slipping down his cock.

“Kostilus, kostilus Cregan,” he whined, begging him.

Finally, fucking finally, Cregan wrapped his lips around his cock.

Fuck, it was heaven.

His head fell back on the throw pillow behind him, moaning, and Cregan’s free hand held onto his hip as he stroked him with the other one, over where his lips wouldn’t touch him.

Honestly, it already surprised Jace he was taking half of him in his mouth, it shocked him even more when Cregan kept pushing and pushing each centimetre down his throat, swallowing him without trouble.

He could barely breath for a moment, raising his hips, squirming and moaning stupid.

Fuck.

Cregan chuckled, pressing his nose right to his trimmed pubic hair, swallowing right around him.

Heaven. It was fucking heaven.

He tried to hold back from pushing into his mouth, from fucking right into him as he spread his legs, fitting Cregan right between them.

Jace could hear the sounds leaving his mouth Cregan’s mouth, how he just took him without a single touch of hesitation, without any fucking gag reflex.

He couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t do anything but squirm and moan, clenching his hand on the stupid couch.

“Cregan,” he grunted. “Wait, wait-”

His cock twitched, sensitive as he whined, clenching his fingers.

All Cregan did was grab his hand and put it over his head, and Jace pushed his fingers into his hair tugging, panting.

Gods, didn’t he know?

“I’m gonna cum,” he protested, hips twitching against his will. “Please.”

He didn’t want to cum yet, they were in the fucking couch!

But Cregan didn’t stop, just sucking and swallowing him, and when Jace looked down at his face, there were his eyes, grey and barely blinking as he looked at him.

It fucking broke him.

Jace fucked his throat, holding onto Cregan as his body shook under him, unable to keep his moans down.

Cregan didn’t stop, he just swallowed every fucking little drop.

It was… fucking heaven.

Jace was still whimpering and twitching when he moved up again, pressing his body to his and kissing his lips, holding onto him tight, cock stiff against his belly as he practically humped him, hungry and breathless, barely fitting in the couch.

Stupid big man.

Jace tugged on his hair, pulling him away from his lips and moving to kiss up his ear.

“Where’s your room?” he asked.

Cregan moaned, just moving back to his lips and pulling Jace to sit up, and…

He fucking picked him up.

Jace had to think fast, wrapping his legs around his waist as Cregan just stood and walked away with him in his arms.

“Show off,” he grunted.

But he just smirked and kissed him, walking down effortlessly and tossing him on a big – big – bed, settling between his legs before pulling back from his lips.

“Look at that,” Cregan ran his hand down his torso, scratching his skin and wrapping his fingers around his cock, and Jace whimpered. “Still hard, my Prince?”

Jace grunted, thrusting against his touch, still sensitive.

“Cregan-”

“Even after I pinned you down and sucked that fat twink dick?”

He glared at him, but Cregan just stroked him up and down, making his mind slip.

“More like hard again,” Jace moaned. “You fucking show off.”

He laughed at Jace’s face, and that was the limit, that was as much as he was gonna take. He pushed Cregan, flipping them and laying on top of him, kissing his lips and then his neck again.

He wanted to be tease, he was gonna be teased back.

Cregan’s chest moved under him while he chuckled, but Jace ignored it, kissing the way down his chest, scratching his skin like he’d done with him.

And then he found a weak spot.

When his nail ran down his nipple, Cregan let out a little whimper.

So he did it again, pinching in a bit, and his hips buckled under him.

Interesting.

But, of course, Jace had a different goal as he moved down, sinking his teeth down the very, very slight layer of fat over his tight muscles, earning a deep exhale as his hand moved down, lower and lower, until his fingers brushed over his cock, and Cregan gasped softly.

He chuckled as he moved down, caressing his thighs as he set himself between them.

Cregan had a really nice dick. Jace wasn’t that experienced in dicks, but he knew what was a nice dick and that was a nice dick.

He had a bit more hair than him, which didn’t surprise him – Jace trimmed his hair very closely, it was way easier to deal with everything like that.

He didn’t know he liked body hair before… two days ago.

Jace swallowed down as he wrapped his fingers around him for a moment, stroking as he took the sight of it in.

How was he supposed to take all of him in his mouth? He didn’t even have all that space in his mouth!

"Are you alright down there, pretty boy?” Cregan asked in a mixture of spoken and hum as he visibly panted under him.

“Yeah,” he answered, looking up at him.

Alright. He had a dick, he knew what felt good.

Jace stroked him slowly, moving down and kissing his length, looking up at Cregan from his spot, rubbing his thumbs over his tip, licking the way up and then down, making sure to coat his skin with saliva as he moved, focusing on massaging the base.

“Like that,” Cregan moaned, arching his hips. “Just like that, good boy.”

It warmed something inside Jace very, very much.

Jace licked his lips, adjusting hi and stroking him fully before raising his head, wrapping his lips around the head.

Cregan inhaled deeply, a drop of salty pre-cum filling touching his tongue, and he couldn’t help himself from taking more of it into his mouth, sucking as he used his hand to stroke what he couldn’t take in.

“That’s my fucking good boy,” Cregan moaned, thrusting his hips up. “Taking his first cock.”

Jace sucked him more, until his cock was resting on his full tongue, and when Jace looked up at him, it was just as good as when he saw him sucking his cock. Cregan’s lips were parted open and his face contorted with pleasure, and gods the moans who left his lips were so free it made him even hungrier.

He moved his hands as he bobbed his head, the salty taste spreading in his mouth, warm and nearly addictive.

“Got me all pent up, kissing me like that at that fucking party,” he moaned, pushing his fingers into Jace’s hair, holding him firmly. “Pretty Valyrian boy, kissing me like he wanted to fuck me right there.”

It all fed him, every little word, every fucking sound.

Maybe he did, maybe he wanted to fuck him right that at that damn party.

It was a really good party.

Jace tried to take more of him, but pulled back when the feeling of the head against the entrance of his throat made him nearly choke.

“No, no, no,” Cregan grunted, tugging on his hair. “Be a good boy, take it slow.”

He tried to protest, but the hand in his hair pulled him off of his cock, and Cregan looked right down at him as he twitched in his hand.

“No choking,” Cregan commanded. “No rushing, I’m not letting you go so fast tonight.”

Jace’s cock throbbed between his legs, and he tried to move back to suck him, but Cregan tightened his grip.

“Do you understand?” he asked, and Jace could feel the saliva sliding down his lips and chin, and Cregan’s eyes followed it. “Oh, how pretty.”

That fucking-

“Yeah,” Jace panted.

Cregan smirked.

“That’s a good boy,” he praised, breathless. “There you go.”

Finally, his grip softened, and Cregan let Jace lower his head again, and he took what he could in his mouth again, sucking and keeping his eyes right on him.

“You like that?” he tilted his head. “Like being called a good boy?”

Jace glared up at him, feeling his face hot, and Cregan smirked, but he didn’t let him answer, stroking his cock, sucking and licking the head with more attention, earning a deeper moan from Cregan and a twitch of his hips.

“Drooling all over my cock,” he moaned. “Taking me like a good, good boy… fuck, gods!”

Jace took his hand down, caressing his balls with the tips of his fingers, and Cregan thrust right into his mouth.

It seemed to be what tipped him over the edge, because his moans grew more, and his body trembled under him as Jace didn’t stop, sucking and swallowing his cum – hot and salty.

Jace didn’t stop sucking and stroking him, until Cregan pulled him up.

“Don’t stop jerking me,” he commanded, moaning. “Wanna stay hard for you, pretty boy.”

Jace complied, ready to go back to suck him, but Cregan just pulled him up, and Jace was pushed to just keep stroking him as they kissed again.

“Good cock-sucking twink,” he pushed his fingers into Jace’s hair.

Jacaerys glared at him, kissing his lips again, and Cregan’s hands travelled to his hips, holding them tight while pressing their cocks together.

He bit Jace’s lower lip, even hungrier than before.

“Did you like that, pretty boy?” he moved his hand to his ass, giving his cheek a squeeze, and Jace couldn’t help moaning at the feeling. “Are you sure you never sucked cock?”

Cregan didn’t wait for him to answer, his lips moving down his neck and his earlobe.

“So hungry for me your nearly choked,” he thrust his hips against Jace’s, his saliva and precum enough to make them slide against one another easily. “But you liked it so much.”

Jacaerys arched his hips.

“You’re fucking show off,” he moaned. “Gods damned tease.”

He laughed into his ear.

“You like it, you like it so much,” Cregan put one leg around his, tangling them. “Sucked me like a pro, and now you’re fucking dripping with precum, fat twink dick so hungry for more.”

Jace turned his head, kissing his lips move.

He wasn’t a fucking twink!

“And you,” Jace bit Cregan’s lower lip. “Hungry for my cock too.”

But Cregan just smirked, moving his hips against his, thrusting like he was fucking him, making the sounds escaping his lips against his will.

“And you love that,” he spoke back. “How hungry you left me last night, how much I wanted to bring you here and do this to you.”

Cregan rested his forehead on his, closing his eyes as he moved, keeping his hips moving, running his hand from his hair to his face, and Jace felt his cock twitching, so damn close already.

“Pretty boy,” he grunted, caressing his cheek.

Jace turned his head slightly, taking his thumb into his mouth and Cregan opened his eyes, looking at him just as he sucked onto it like he’d done to his cock.

And it was fucking beautiful to watch his face so close when his lips fell parted, his voice and his moans deepening as his hips moved over his more erratically, hard cock against Jace’s as he stained both their skins with cum, dragging Jacaerys’ own orgasm with him.

They fell onto the bed together, maybe too sensitive to keep thrusting against one another, and his belly was coated with the mixture as Jace’s body relaxed on the soft bed.

He chuckled.

They needed a shower.

When he turned to Cregan, he was still panting with his eyes closed, and something very important came back to his mind.

“I’m not,” he told him. “Not really.”

Cregan turned to him, frowning in clear confusion.

Well, Jace was too busy picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom – without struggling, he had to say!

Cregan was laughing as he did, holding onto his shoulders, all – probable – hundred kilos reminding Jace of why he worked out.

“I’m not a twink,” he told him.

Cregan laughed like a fool and pulled him into the shower, both of them still breathless, and it was a bit cramped, but it was fine.

They helped clean one another off, and Cregan did not have a nice shampoo – he had a three in one, actually, it was tragic, but Jace managed to not get his hair too wet.

“Is that your phone?” Cregan asked when they were just back in his room.

Jace’s eyes widened. Oh, shit.

“What time is it?” he turned to Cregan.

But he didn’t give him time to answer, Jace was already rushing to the living room to check his bag, but his phone had already stopped ringing.

And then it was when he picked it up, four calls from Harwin and 12 texts from him. It was ten thirty already.

“Shit.”