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[ Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God, this is the kind of scenario Baby honestly only ever thought happened in American Pie. But here he is, a night he thought he'd be alone for, having settled down in bed, and made himself a nice little selection of moments from the past couple of weeks in his head, memories of Sansa shaking apart as she comes, of the flush in her cheeks as she begs for more, of the moments of boldness she showcased, letting him touch her, caress her, put his mouth on her...

It only took minutes for him to get fully hard, legs spread on his bedsheets and head tilted back, hand around his erection, loose and slow, her name on his lips like a mantra. And that situation is when the door opened, when the gasp happened, when Baby's eyes flew open and he immediately grabbed his sheets, pulling them haphazardly over his lap as he looked at Sansa, now in his room with the door shut behind her, his chest heaving and embarrassment creeping up red along his neck. ]

Oh no I'm - I'm sorry, I should have locked the door!

( Sansa is painfully embarrassed for her own part, worried she's done something terrible in interrupting what should be a private moment for him. He spends so much time taking care of her and making her feel good, he ought to have a moment to himself. He ought to have the chance to feel his own pleasure since she doesn't necessarily contribute to it. )

I know...I know you have needs...I would never have...do you want me to leave?

[ The question feels agonizing. Because no, he doesn't want her to leave. But he doesn't want her to feel like she has to do anything, either. His eyes take her in, the little dress she's wearing instead of her usual floor-length affairs, like she's celebrating the start of Spring. Her hair done nice, her cheeks flushed red, and despite the circumstances, his erection doesn't even flag, looking at her like this. ]

I'd love you to stay, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable. [ He swallows hard, breathing a little difficult, heavy. ] I won't - be long.

( Sansa feels painfully embarrassed about the entire situation and it feels so much like she's invaded his privacy, so different than when they come together willingly and naturally progress to removing (her) clothes. Sansa swallows thickly and crosses the room to stand within an arm's reach of him; she forces herself to look at his face. )

Could I help?

[ The question takes him by surprise, and he looks up at her, lips parted, unsure. His tone matches when he speaks next. ]

Do you want to touch me?

[ Now his erection is flagging a little, because he expects her to say no, and he isn't sure what she'd be willing to do to help. A strip tease? He can't imagine she'd be willing to replace his hand with hers. ]

I'd like to try. Do you mind if I try and I'm not very good?

( This is important to Sansa. She's been told before she doesn't do things correctly when it comes to this and while she thinks those had been lies from Ramsay's mouth, hearing the same thing from Miles would sting terribly and she wants to avoid ruining his pleasure if she can. He always knows how to touch her expertly and she's afraid she won't be able to reciprocate quite as well. )

[ Baby takes a sharp breath, swallowing thickly around a lump in his throat he didn't even realize had been there. His heart rate skyrockets. ]

If you're sure, Sansa. I don't - I don't mind at all. I can help, too. Guide you.

[ Even if the mere thought of her hand on him is already making him sweat - he doesn't think it's going to take much work from Sansa. ]

( Sansa slides down to her knees beside the bed and reaches her hand up toward the blanket to pull it away. She wants to do a good job but if Miles is willing to teach her how to do this, perhaps she won't make mistakes like she had before. Perhaps she'll be talented at this now. )

Will my hair be in the way?

Your - oh.

[ That is not what he expected. She pulls at the sheet and Baby feels himself blush harder as it slips off his legs, his boxers around his thighs, his cock in his hand, flushed and hard. ]

You don't have to use your mouth. But if you do, you can just... pull it over one shoulder?

( Sansa pulls her hair over one shoulder and gives him a nervous smile before lowering her mouth to him. She's done this before, yes, but she's not entirely certain how to do this actively and it's going to take a few moments before she's able to decide exactly how to begin things. She starts by gently taking his own hand and curling his fingers away from his cock to replace it with her own, holding it loosely, and she kisses just the tip of him lightly before sliding her eyes up to gauge a response. )

Miles? Like this?

[ Baby can't help the way he tenses, keeping himself still so as to not spook Sansa in any way as she moves. When she lowers herself down a little, he can see down the front of her dress, can see that she's not wearing a bra, and he groans, his now free hand curling into the pillow by his side.

The kiss is sweet, but still sends a shockwave through his body. He lets out a noise, biting down on his lip. ]

Yeah, [ he murmurs, breathless. ] Yeah, please.

( Sansa moves her mouth so that she can lick and suck at the head of his cock but doesn't dare to take any more of him in her mouth just yet. She doesn't know if she'll be able to without frightening herself or making it unpleasant for Miles so she doesn't try it. She will, though, when she thinks she's able. She tightens her hand a little around his cock, her thumb rubbing softly against his skin. )

[ Baby tips his head back, eyes closed tightly as Sansa takes him in her mouth, a little hesitant but still feeling so good, her tongue against the slit at the tip, her lips plush and the heat of her mouth overwhelming. He groans, teeth digging into his bottom lip. ]

You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this.

( Sansa pulls her mouth up, shocked, and looks at him with a bit of a confused look on her face. She's never done this for him. )

With...me?

[ Forcing his eyes to open, Baby looks at Sansa, surprised at her surprise. ]

Yeah. When I'm alone, and I'm - I'm doing this, I think about you. I think about your mouth. Your thighs. Now I'm going to be thinking about you in this dress...

( Sansa supposes she should have assumed as much but she hadn't put it together until just now. She lowers her head again and takes a little more of him into her mouth, keeping her lips tight around him and using her tongue as best she can to try and bring him pleasure. He's very good using his mouth on her and she wants to try and do the same for him somehow. )

[ He expected some more conversation, maybe some more confusion from Sansa, even though he doesn't understand how she can think he wouldn't be fantasizing about her all the time, but instead she moves back down, lips tight, and Baby groans loudly, head thumping against the wall as he forces his hips to stay still. ]

Oh, yeah, yeah, Sansa - [ He fists the sheets in his hands, breathing deep. ] - you can - move your hand, too. Keep it loose.

( This is the kind of instruction she never got before and with that, Sansa knows how to move her hand now, how to keep her lips the way they are in order to keep bringing him pleasure. Before, it had just been passive for her but now she feels like she's a true part of this and she feels a stirring of her own desire, which shocks her. Miles hasn't touched her at all but she feels like he has, at least a little, because her nipples have drawn up tight and she feels a pleasant warmth between her thighs like she does when he does this for her. She likes knowing she's made him feel good.

She keeps her fingers loose around his cock but starts moving them up and down in time with her sucking. She still cannot take much of him into her mouth without getting overwhelmed but she bit she can take in, she does her best to keep a tight seal with her mouth around his cock and try to find all the most sensitive places of his body with the tip of her tongue. )

[ From her position, and his own, sitting up against the wall, he can't see down the front of her dress anymore, but if he could, if he could see that she's enjoying this, too, finding pleasure in it, he'd be overjoyed. As is, all he can do is look at the top of her head, keep his hands to himself so as to not startle or hurt her, and let himself be utterly taken by the way she licks at the tip of his cock, slides her tongue along the slit, and starts moving her hand, up and down in a slow rhythm that makes him shiver, mouth slack and eyes barely open.

He's not quiet, either, not caring if Robbie can hear them - he's had to hear him and Kimberly way too often anyway - wanting Sansa to know exactly how good she's making him feel. ]

( His sounds encourage her and Sansa moves her hand even faster, works her tongue against the slit of his cock and underneath just a bit quicker. She keeps her mouth in a tight seal around him and while she can't take any more of his length than she has, she's trying to make up for it with everything else she's doing. He sounds like he's enjoying it and each one of those sounds streaks hot down her spine and has her own thighs shaking a bit with the effort to keep herself knelt alongside the bed without collapsing. )

[ Baby tries to keep some sort of composure throughout - she might not be taking him deep, but what she's taking in, she's working hard and Baby is weak for it, feeling himself leak a little, wanting to warn her about it. His words don't make much sense, though, mainly her name wrapped around a moan.

It takes him a few more tries, but then he manages a sentence again. ]

If you want you can - twist your wrist, a little. But I'm - I'm not going to - to last.

[ He can feel it already, in the base of his skull and the base of his spine, built up and ready to shake him apart. ]

And you don't - have to kneel. Be comfy. Please! [ The last word is almost a shout, his back arching, sweat on his brow. What Sansa may lack in technique she makes up for in enthusiasm, and Baby is so, so weak for it. ]

( Sansa tastes him on her tongue and knows what it means. She pulls her mouth away and keeps moving her hand, twisting a bit as he’d suggested, and looks at him while she does it. He looks so beautiful like this: flushed, needy, close and all because of her. She’s losing her mind. )

Please, Miles? Please? For me?

[ His name on her lips, combined with her soft pleas, combined with her hand moving up and down his cock, combined with how she looks right now, the shine in her eyes, the way he can see her nipples through her dress now that she's straightened up a little, like doing this is turning her on, it's all overwhelming.

He's breathing hard, tremors going through his thighs as Sansa keeps touching him, and he opens his mouth, moans rushing past his lips. ]

Sansa, I'm going to -

[ He can't give her much more of a warning before he's coming, over her hand, over his t-shirt, his back arching as he chokes on his own breaths. ]

( Sansa doesn't mind that he cannot give her much of a warning. She gives him a bit of a smile and wipes her hands off on the front of her dress. It will be stiff and dirty in the morning but for now, she doesn't mind it at all. She reaches behind her and unzips the dress, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. )

Do you want me to help you clean up?

[ Baby closes his eyes as he comes, and he opens them again to see Sansa slipping out of her dress like it's nothing, making his breath catch in his throat, cock giving one last valiant jerk. ]

Holy -

[ He doesn't finish the sentence, because he most definitely feel blessed, right now. ]

I, um. What have you got in mind?

[ His own head is entirely blank, right now, you'll have to excuse him. ]

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somehow I missed this tag last night???? ughHHH

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