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❝The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what HELL is truly like.❞—{ indie & selective Sandor Clegane RP, read guidelines before following }

Written by Trevor

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"Agoraphilia"

Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place

Bronn had been more irritating than usual this day, and Sandor could think of but one way to shut him up. They were in the perfect place for such a thing, as well — a mall. Grabbing the man by the arm and ignoring his protests, he lead him into one of the washrooms and pushed him into a stall. Luckily for them, there had only been one person in there when they’d entered, and they’d been leaving; though Sandor cared little if anyone heard. Let them get security, he thought, let’s see if Bronn can get red as a fucking tomato. 

As Bronn went to speak, Sandor forcefully laid a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. Shut up, he growled as he began to unzip Bronn’s jeans. ❝Smaller than I thought it’d be.❞ He smirked up at the man that sat before him, but began undoing his own jeans all the same. Once they were off, he took the man’s cock in his hand and rubbed h a r d, both wanting this to be over as quickly as possible and wanting to draw it out as long as he could.

He lifted the man off the toilet and switched places with him, laughing at Bronn’s look of confusion. ❝You think I’m going to sit on your fucking cock?!❞He spat on his fingers and massaged them against the man’s opening; giving him the courtesy of lube would at least assure him that Sandor didn’t completely hate him.

Afterwards, however, he did bring Bronn’s ass down on his cock hard enough for a groan from both of them. He was good at riding Sandor’s cock, that much couldn’t be denied. ❝You done this before?❞ He teased, though was cut off by his own moans before he could make another quip. Sandor grabbed at Bronn’s throat, squeezing and scratching lightly enough to cause more pleasure than pain. 

Sandor came quicker than he’d thought he would, in truth. The feel of the tight arse was good around his cock, he was certain that was all there was to it and that he held no new-found a t t r a c t i o n to Bronn. He shoved the man off of him and stood up, putting his pants back on. When Bronn looked at him expectingly, he only laughed. ❝Finish yourself, asshole.❞