Loras

Jon was greeted with the sight of Loras curled up on his bed with furs draped over more intimate areas of his body out of modesty. The fire that illuminated the chamber highlighted Loras’ golden brown hair perfectly as it flickered and bounced off the old stone of the keep. He could only stand there in utter shock as Loras stared at him through heavy lidded, lust-filled eyes.

“I thought you might like some company this evening,” his voice practically purred with each word. “My Prince.”

Jon’s mouth ran dry as he took in the sight before him. “Well...you’re certainly a bold one, aren’t you?”

“I noticed how you looked at me,” he said, voice thick with lust, leaning forward a little, “I know when I’m wanted.”

Loras shifted and the furs dipped down a little to reveal that he was completely devoid of hair even above his groin. Loras’ skin was a healthy tan from all the sun his homeland enjoyed and his body with lithe and well muscled from his years of swordplay and jousting. Jon drank in the sight, pleased with what was on offer.

The Prince smirked at the man before him, and went over to the decanter of wine that had been left on the bedside table. He poured himself a cup of Arbor Gold and took his time tasting it. “You know, I was sent here to find a bride, to join Houses Targaryen and Tyrell together.”

“You still can,” Loras replied in a soft tone. He slowly slid off his bed, the furs falling from his waist as he made his way over to Jon. He closed the gap between them and gently reached out and ran a hand up Jon’s chest and curled it over his shoulder. “You can still marry Margaery if that is what you desire. But we can still have our fun.”

Jon hummed in agreement before leaning in a kissing the Tyrell. Gentle at first, before he steadily deepened the kiss, taking control and feeling almost as if he was consuming the man in front of him. Jon parted long enough to take in the sight of the Tyrell, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth parted as he gasped in air.

The golden eyes opened more fully and locked onto Jon’s. “Please,” he breathed, “touch me, take me, claim me!”

Not needing to be told twice, Jon removed his clothing and returned to the needy Tyrell, his hands roaming over the other man’s body before settling on his tight ass, grabbing it fiercely and pulling Loras to him. Now both naked, their manhoods ground against one another for a moment as Loras gasped and groaned with desire. Jon grinned predatorily and pushed the knight back onto the bed, enjoying as Loras instinctively spread his legs and lifted his pert ass.

Jon could see that Loras had already gone ahead and applied oil to himself and grinned at the Tyrell’s overconfidence. Settling down above him, Jon leant down and captured his mouth in another fierce kiss as he positioned himself before Loras’ ready and wanton ass. With a single thrust he was hilted deep, producing a moan of utter ecstasy from Tyrell as his hands desperately roamed over Jon’s body, urging him in and urging him on.

There was an animalistic frenzy to the way Jon slammed into Loras, the way he held the other man down, biting at his neck and shoulders like a wolf, claiming the body underneath as his. Loras could only moan louder and louder like a wanton whore as his hole squeezed down tightly around Jon’s cock, greeting it like a conquering hero.

It seemed as though the Knight Of Flowers found a moment of clarity amongst his sea of lust and he reached up to make Jon look him in the eye as he spoke. “Marry my sister,” he breathed, occasionally wincing in pleasure, “fuck her if you wish,” his expression turned predatory as Jon slowed his thrusts to listen, “I’ll join your guard, be your sworn shield...and every night,” his eyes were wild and suddenly his legs locked themselves around Jon, his ass meeting Jon’s thrusts with equal enthusiasm, “every night... we will have...this.”

The thought sent Jon wild and with a manic energy not even he could control he thrust faster and harder than before, fucking everything he had into the Tyrell boy until suddenly he found his release. Thrusting as deep as he could go, he coated the inside of the man’s ass, enjoying the pleasant sensation of Loras tightening around him with his own climax.

For a time they laid like that, Jon still inside him and Loras with his legs wrapped around him. Still breathing heavily, Jon looked down at his new lover, taking him in. “You’re mine now, do you understand?”

Loras smirked deviously, squeezing himself down on Jon’s half-hard cock. “Yours,” he agreed, reaching up to kiss him once more, “My Prince...My King.”

Jon grinned at that, grinding his cock in Loras. “Would that make you my consort...or my Queen?”

The Knight Of Flowers moaned like a whore and threw his arms around Jon. “Yes,” he breathed, allowing Jon to take him again, “ your Queen. Claim your Queen!”

They continued on for another half hour before finally they were both too spent to continue. Reluctantly Loras removed himself from Jon’s bed and dressed before before leaving the chambers, promising that he would be at Jon’s service whenever he wanted.

Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Jon allowed his mind to wander. The Tyrells were so eager to serve, to be claimed. The alliance would serve House Targaryen well, but he would benefit more than most.