Why has no one mentioned that Egg is naked when they meet in the book?!? Three pages in and I already had to put it down because now I canāt stop thinking about this. I need a fic where Dunk pervs on him from the moment they meet.
Pervy Dunk/Egg thoughts under the cut.
Dunk drinks four tankards of ale before he leaves the inn. Maybe heās a bit tipsy when he heads back out to find the cute stable boy playing in his armour.
Maybe he grabs the boy by the hauberk thatās falling off his pale shoulder, threatens again to clout him in the ear. He doesnāt mean much by it, just intends to scare the boy straight a bit. Maybe he doesnāt realize the force heās put behind the words, isnāt aware of what an imposing figure he cuts, how claustrophobically close heās gotten.
The boy is even prettier up closeāfine features set delicately on unmarred skinābut he flinches, cowers away from Dunkās raised hand. Makes himself small, as though he can disappear enough that that hand wonāt find its target.
āMy lord,ā the boyās voice trembles, ringing out high and clear as a bell, cutting through the intermingled breath shared in the scant space between them. āDonāt hurt me. Iāll make it up to you, I swear it.ā
Small fingers pull at the front of Dunkās tunic, gathering up the worn fabric to tug at the laces of his britches underneath.
āWhat do you know of these things, boy?ā Dunk breathes, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself. He loosens his grip on the hauberk, reaches up to pluck the helm off the boyās head just as it begins to tip forward from its own weight.
āI know a great many things, Ser.ā
Wide eyes shine up at him, a pale, defiant glint in the torchlight. The warm hue of the fire makes them appear almost violet, as Dunk imagines gemstones would look. Not that heās ever laid eyes on any.
And then something something about how the lordling in the inn had said thereās no whores to be found here, as theyāve all gone to Ashford Meadow, and his drunken brain telling him itās okay to let the boy service him if itās what the boy wants.
He thinks about that small, naked body heād glimpsed earlierālithe limbs and milky skin, glistening as heād stepped out from the stream, like some kind of fabled wood nymph out of Dunkās hazy dreams. In truth, itās been a long time since heās been touched like this, and heās never had the pleasure of anotherās touch that wasnāt paid for out of pity by Ser Arlan tossing him a few coins at a brothel. Heās certainly never had a boy this fine, or this young, and something stirs in him, a dormant fire unfurling across the breadth of his loins.
Drop hints that Eggās been abused by his brother, and thatās why he knows just how to handle a manās prick so deftly and bring him to completion. But Dunk would be too thick to make the connection even on a good day, never mind at a time like thisāemotionally exhausted from burying his master, from the dayās ride, and now the warm food in his belly and the ale coursing through him, jumbling his thoughts.
All he knows in this moment is that the boyās hands are soft and sure, his little mouth is wet and warm, and heās skilled in ways of pleasure that Dunk himself would not have had the faintest knowledge of at that age.
Oh yeah and since weāre in the stables, Egg should make some comment about Dunkās manhood being as big as a horseās.
Something like that. Maybe Iāll write this, I dunno.
