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Send in ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours pulling mine up over their shoulder
"What the hell are you doing?" Robb had picked him up so easily, propped him up on his shoulder and carried him off. Loras was confused, unsure what it was he had done to deserve an utter lack of control. "I could walk you kn-" he had started sarcastically, but a firm slap to his ass had quieted him quickly, eyes wide like saucers. Robb didn't know what he had done to Loras in that moment, but all of the sudden the biceps and shoulder muscles holding him still were all the more arousing. A strength that Loras could not match if he tried.
"Robb?" Loras tried again, watching the hallways he had walked a hundred times before slip from his vision. They were well on their way to Robb's room, it had never troubled him to head that way before. The sound of the knob turning sounded and almost as soon as his feet hit the ground, Robb shut and locked the door behind them. As Loras looked him over, he noticed for the first time that Robb did not look like a valiant wolf come from battle. He did not seem joyous and light, warmth from his red heard striking Loras's heart. Instead, he looked like a predator, and Loras, with his wide doe eyes, his prey.
