Robb pursed his lips together in a tight line as he heaved out another sigh. "Greyjoy for the last time, get. Up!"
"Nnmmh." Theon pulled the fur coated blankets up over his head. "S'too cold," he whined.
Robb huffed a short laugh and slapped Theon on the thigh. "Oh piss on that! It feels wonderful outside."
"Says the damned wolf," Theon called. "You Starks were made for this weather; suits your lot." Theon curled into a ball and tried to bid himself to stop shivering. He thought he would never get used to the North.
"Aye, and the kraken must acclimate himself."
"That doesn't even make sense!"
Robb rolled his eyes and checked over his shoulder to see if the door was still bolted shut. He climbed atop Theon and smirked at the sudden stiffness that was underneath him. "Doesn't matter Greyjoy, cold or not, you've got to get up and help me gather wood for the Great Hall's furnace." Robb peeled back the furs and until he could see that muss of hair sticking in all directions. "Father will be disappointed if we don't get to it." His eyes had become half-lidded and his voice dropped to a low whisper. Theon sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Mayhaps if I was a bit warmer, I'd have the strength to get up and help you with a servants chores."
"That tongue of yours will get you in trouble."
Theon smirked. "I'd rather it have you a writhing mess."
Robb narrowed his eyes and with a flick of his wrist, he flung the cover to the floor and exposed Theon Greyjoy's very naked body to the open air. "Shit Robb! What do you-ahh!"
Robb's lips closed over the head of Theon's cock; cutting his sentence short and leaving him a writhing mess. Agile fingers weaved themselves through thick auburn locks to grip and tug for support. Robb could feel the tension in Theon's body, trying to keep himself from thrusting into the wet heat that was Robb's mouth.
"R-Robb, I'm gonna..."
Robb touched the tip to his throat and hollowed his cheeks; slurping around his shaft and humming to keep a constant vibration against Theon's cock. It proved to be too much for Greyjoy. Spurt after spurt, Robb swallowed and licked and made sure to clean his member of all his seed that remained.
Theon was breathing hard and his grip had gone slack in Robb's hair. "Mm, mmmm ok, ok, alright, you win. I'm up."
Robb smiled triumphantly.