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[princeofdorne]

[From here.]

The playful prince himself answered the door when his favourite American arrived, greeting his pet otter fondly by pushing him back against the door and giving him a sloppy hello-kiss. Already Oberyn's ever nimble fingers had tugged Matt's shirt free of his waistband and undone half his shirt buttons.

He'd developed a bit of a Matthew-addiction it seemed, or so the ladies of the household claimed. Even the driver had remarked somewhat drily that 'Highness' head doesn't seem to be in the game lately'.

What nonsense.

"Mmh, I missed you," he muttered against Matt's lips, hands slipping under the fabric to roam over warm skin.

Or perhaps not so nonsensical.

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[princeofdorne]

"You told me to 'stay out of trouble' in your lawyer voice and that little stern frown," Oberyn breathed in a half-laugh, hands pausing briefly when Matt marked him. Oh the girls and boys would get so mad. The prince wouldn't mind staying there at the door, hips grinding against Matt's, making out like horny teenagers. But it had been a while and the viper planned on keeping his pet otter in his bed for as long as he could. Yes, he would tie him to the bed if that was what it took.

They made their way towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them.

Oberyn had stripped Matt down to his underwear by the time he pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Lips and hands tried to cover every inch of him, stopping only when they reached fading bruises on his ribs.

"Were you naughty again, honey?"

[blindninja]

"I didn't think that'd mean you'd stop calling," Matt protested, arching his hips against Oberyn's only to be met with a loud slam of his lower back against the front door. He grinned and started pulling clothes off, slowing down only when they were stumbling around trying to get long pants off without falling over. And then Matt could feel the ground moving as his back hit the mattress. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows for all of half a second before Oberyn shoved him back down again. They weren't even naked yet and he was panting, biting down on his bottom lip, a noticeable bulge unable to be concealed in his black underwear with a glimmer of lust in his otherwise dull hazel eyes.

"Always." He reached around behind Oberyn's neck and crushed their lips together as he wriggled further up the expanse of the luxurious bed towards the headboard, pulling the desert prince along with him. His legs spread and kicked uselessly into the creased bed linen as they inched further up the bed.

"Mmf- mmm..." Matt was gasping for air when he turned his head to break the kiss and he grabbed Oberyn's hips, pulling him down to rub the underside of his shaft against the thin black fabric that kept Matt's erection trapped against his groin. Bone rubbing uncomfortably against bone and the sudden feeling of being pinned had Matt groaning like one of the many pretty little slutty things that writhed in these sheets. There was an urgency with which he tried to push his underwear off out of the way so that Oberyn could make a whore out of him.