"Seven hells Snow," Theon gasped and dug his nails into the flesh that stretched over taunt hips. "I really didn't think there was ugh much use to you."
Jon Snow gritted his teeth together as he fisted his hands in the furs that were sprawled messily over the bed. He snapped his hips backwards, meeting each of Theon's thrusts with his own. "Shut up Greyjoy," he demanded. Theon rolled his hips against Jon's once more before he pulled out with a wet slop and turned Jon on his back.
"What're you—Mmm Gods!" Jon's head fell back on a pillow and a sultry moan spilled from his lips. Theon nearly bent Jon in half and inched himself back inside of his tight heat terribly slow. "hah ya that's it," Theon spoke breathlessly, "Take it like the little bitch you are."
"Maybe if you knew how to use your cock, I would," Jon rounded back on him. Theon gave a breathy scoff as he mercilessly drove himself deep in Jon, smirking at the way Jon chewed at his lips and squeezed his eyes shut to withhold another moan.
"Oh?" Another rough thrust. Theon threaded his fingers through Jon's hair and gave a sharp tug; forcing his eyes open. "I don't know how to use my cock aye?" Jon shouted when Theon angled his posture in such a way that each drive of his hips hit that bundle of nerves inside of Jon. Theon quickly untangled his hand from Jon's hair and slapped it over his mouth. "Do you want people to hear us?!" Theon hissed. He bit and tugged at the white skin on the hollow of Jon's neck. "I can see it now being on the tongue of the townspeople, Ned Starks bastard; a cock whore."
Jon wriggled his mouth free and whispered, "Are you mad? You'd be caught as well!" Jon shoved at Theon's chest until he pulled out and wrestled him for the top. "Lord Eddard Starks ward: getting a bastard drunk and fucking him without consent."
Theon snorted and fingered Jon's hair again. "I happen to be the one who is drunk off of that shitty wine nearly every time we do this." Jon pressed their chests together and ground his member against Theon's. "Mmm but are you now?" Jon didn't give him a chance to answer. He licked a line clear up Theon's neck and rolled his hips in such a tantalizing manner that it left Theon with his mouth open and vocal.
"You little shit," Theon said between clenched teeth. Jon's breathing elevated and his rhythm began to stutter. His release was creeping up his spine and with Theon's harsh panting and low voice whispering filthy and erotic things in his ear, Jon's restraint snapped and he came a breathless gasp. Theon followed soon behind him and caught Jon as he slumped into his arms; sated and sticky.
They were both still riding the high off of their release, so getting up to clean themselves had been out of the question.
Jon had been the first to fall asleep of the two; Theon had an arm around his waist, drawing half crescent circles on the warmed skin.
Perhaps he didn't loathe Snow as much as he thought he did, or it could be the absolute wonderful sex the two had. Theon wasn't so sure anymore.