The Wolf and the Vipers

Prince Doran's hospitality was boundless. The visiting Lord Commander had been granted a private study, where he could better strategize the movements of the Nights Watch and plan for the coming winter. Jon was also set up in a private bedchamber, though most nights he stayed with his new lover, the Prince's own son Trystane. Jon never considered himself attracted to other boys, but this Trystane had some raw magnetism about him. Their sex was passionate, and constant.

So as Jon pored over his latest battle strategies, his frustration and amusement was palpable when the door to his study was opened. Since he had been alone, he wore no shoes, and his shirt was unbuttoned. But now, his beloved Trystane entered the room, his silk tunic shining in the torchlight.

"Jon," he called lustfully.

Jon immediately noticed something different in his stride. He was stumbling. The prince was drunk!

"Trystane," Jon couldn't help but laugh. "Too much wine?"

"Far too much," Trystane giggled as he strode right up to Jon.

Without another word, he placed his hands on Jon's chest and kissed him squarely. Jon kissed him back hungrily. Trystane began rubbing chest chest and his shoulders, enjoying to feel the muscles under his delicate hands. Trystane quickly got to work unbutton Jon's corsair.

"Can I help you with something?" Jon teased between kisses as Trystane wordlessly began undressing him. 

"I missed you," Trystane confessed as he flung Jon's shirt across the room and immediately pressed his lips against Jon's nipple. "I wanted to taste you."