He's waiting

You pass through the passages between the towers, hiding under your cloak. A few torches light the way to the library, but you are pretty sure that no one sees you passing by.

When you get close to the door, you see Rick leaning next to it in the hall. Arms crossed, eyes closed... and the cock hard. He's resting and even then the body was pumping blood to his dick.

"Rick...", you whisper. "Rick!", You whisper louder. His eyes slowly open and, when he sees it's you, a smile of surprise and conquest appears on his lips. You've seen dead men with healthier teeth. His nostrils opened like a monkey's. What an ugly man... what am I doing?

"Koby... so you came", he laughs softly. “I honestly didn't expect you to come. I know ya're a fag, but I hoped you would be a fag with more decency”, he says and runs a gloved hand through your black hair. Rick leans close to your ear and smells it like an animal. “Smells good. I like prostitutes who take care of themselves”.

He was so ugly that you couldn't even blush.

“Let's… get this over with,” you say.

“Are you in a hurry?”, He raises your chin to see your throat, and then slides a finger over there. Rick is such a strange dude that you don't know if he's seeing how much of his meat fits there or how many fingers he can strangle you with while fucking you.

"N-No..."

"So calm down", he says and slaps your shoulder, indicating the door. "Come in."

Rick enters just after you, carrying a torch in his hand. He locks the door and then walks past you. It was strange to be there at night, you had only seen that place by day, with Maester or Lord Commander, just for important things. And now you were there to have sex... with a man you've never had a casual conversation with before, as ugly as a grumpkin. You didn't even know his full name. What would your father, Lord Bolton, think of that? If he knew that one of his bastard children is acting like a prostitute, how would he react? Damn, it's not time to think about these things! You don't even know your father!

"This chair looks good", Rick says, pointing to Maester's chair. The only chair padded with crimson velvet in the room.

"But this is-"

“Maester's chair, I know. But I do not care. Fuck him.”

"Got it", you say.

Rick attaches the torch to a support and illuminates the entire area near the chair. He positions the chair against a bookcase, away from tables and other chairs. He sits there and makes himself comfortable, sighing and all. He chuckles and calls you close.

"How is it going to be? Are you going to let me use your beautiful pink hole today or will you make me beg?”

"I…"