Petyr looked up into Ned's eyes and for once he was speechless. He watched the Lord of Winterfell smile as he knelt down in front of him, gently opening Petyr's thighs and placing his scratchy face between them. Lord Baelish closed his eyes and felt his head lean back as Ned gently massaged his legs, kissing up them from the sweet spot under his knee to the inner most part of his thigh. His mouth opened yet no sound came out. He clutched at Ned's hair and tried to pull his face closer to his throbbing, wanton cock. But Ned pulled back and grinned up at him, shaking a finger.

"Now, now," he tutted playfully, grabbing Littlefinger's cock with his other hand and tugging it up and down. Lord Baelish almost fell back with surprise and the sweetness of the sensation. Ned's palm was warm and thick, its movements hard but gentle and methodic. With his thumb, Ned gently rubbed Littlefinger's tip and sent him into a gasp.

Littlefinger was panting, mouth gaping open and hands grasping wildly at anything that could anchor him from floating off or exploding in his pleasure. But then it stopped. Ned let go of his member and resumed his teasing licking and kissing. He would lick from his knee to right above his knee, then repeat and add just a half-inch more, then repeat, to the point where his moist, rough tongue was tickling Petyr's cock. Then up, just past the base…

"Oh get on with it!" Littlefinger cried out, laughing half with joy but half with hormone-driven hysteria. He thrusted upwards, towards Ned's opened lips and despite what even Petyr thought was going to happen, Ned allowed his cock into his mouth. Ned kept a firm hold of Petyr's thighs and would push him down any time he tried to sit up, or swat away a hand any time he tried to grab Ned's hair or shoulders. It sent Petyr crazy and Ned knew it. Well, Ned thought, the man deserve to writhe a bit didn't he?

He swallowed Petyr into his mouth, against his flat and hot tongue. He devoured him with his lips, kissing and sucking at Petyr's tip whenever Ned went up for air. He moaned into Littlefinger's thrusts and every so often would slide Petyr out of his mouth so he could give one of his thighs a nice, hard bite. Petyr would yelp but before he even finished making the sound, it would evaporate back into moans so loud they were almost screams at some points.

"Hush now," Ned even had to say once. "Keep making this much of a racket and we'll have to find you a gag."

"Oh wouldn't that be a shame," Littlefinger chuckled softly.

"Hush," Ned repeated, harsher than before as he gave Petyr's thigh a slap. Littlefinger gave a soft coo of pain before thrusting back between Ned's dripping lips.

It wasn't long before Littlefinger could hardly stand it anymore. His grunts became more frequent, his hips thumped up and down so hard he almost fell onto Ned's shoulders, and his moans turned into bellowing shouts of: "Ned! Oh…gods…gods, Ned! Ned! Ne—ahhh…ahh!"

With one final cry, Petyr's hips flew up and Ned felt a pad of steaming, salty fluid hit the back of his tongue. He spat it back onto Littlefinger's cock then licked it clean, massaging Petyr's rock hard member back into its normal state.

"So much for never again," Petyr couldn't help but say as he lie there sweating and panting.

Ned wiped off the remaining cum from his beard and hand onto a rag. He was looking far away, no longer in the room mentally.

Petyr sat up and shook his head, taking a deep breath. "No one will know, be assured," he told Ned, who didn't even bother looking up. Littlefinger put a hand on his shoulder. "Ned?"

Ned swatted his hand off gruffly and stood up. "That's 'Lord Stark,'" he said vacantly.

Littlefinger raised his eyebrows and looked at the floor. "…As you say, my Lord." He too rose and clothed himself once more. "If there's nothing else, I'll be in my chambers awaiting our next…council."

With that, Petyr walked off. Ned stood in the room, gazing at the ghosts of what had just come to pass. He saw himself doing those things and saying what he said, but he couldn't believe it had been him. He sat on the desk, still wet with Petyr's bodyheat. What was he going to do?

TO BE CONTINUED…