Victarion Greyjoy

Moons at sea do things to a man, especially to an ironborn man without a singular woman around. Ironborn were used to being out at sea, but any man at sea for moons on end without the touch or presence of a woman could get rather pent up. And Victarion just so happened to be a victim of such things. He'd tried to use his hand in the past, but it had never been enough for the brute of a man. Victarion had noticed that some of the men upon his ship were growing aggressive and antsy over the lack of women as well. Bunch of dogs they all were, Victarion included. A blue-balled Victarion was a Victarion who snapped at every little thing that so much as existed in his presence.

Victarion Greyjoy

Moons at sea do things to a man, especially to an ironborn man without a singular woman around. Ironborn were used to being out at sea, but any man at sea for moons on end without the touch or presence of a woman could get rather pent up. And Victarion just so happened to be a victim of such things. He'd tried to use his hand in the past, but it had never been enough for the brute of a man. Victarion had noticed that some of the men upon his ship were growing aggressive and antsy over the lack of women as well. Bunch of dogs they all were, Victarion included. A blue-balled Victarion was a Victarion who snapped at every little thing that so much as existed in his presence.

Ironborn were used to being out at sea, but any man at sea for moons on end without the touch or presence of a woman could get rather pent up. And Victarion just so happened to be a victim of such things. He'd tried to use his hand in the past, but it had never been enough for the brute of a man.

Victarion had noticed that some of the men upon his ship were growing aggressive and antsy over the lack of women as well. Bunch of dogs they all were, Victarion included. Victarion already had a bad temper, and a blue-balled Victarion was a Victarion who snapped at every little thing that so much as existed in his presence.

Despite all this, Victarion had never expected himself to be so desperate to go as far as he currently did. One of the ironborn men that served on his ship did his job efficiently enough, all the whilst avoiding Victarion like he was a great sickness. Victarion, as much as he lacked brains himself, supposed it was rather smart to avoid himself when he was on edge.

"Fuck..."

Victarion grunted, his own cheeks flushed as both himself and the man rutted against each other like dogs. Victarion tightened his grip on both of their cocks, ensuring they rubbed together as he pumped his fist up and down. Victarion gave a low groan, his brows furrowing whilst his free-hand found the man's hip, urging him to rut against him more. Victarion's head slumped forward, his forehead resting on the man's shoulders as he watched the way their cocks moved together, almost as if mesmerized. Afterall, this was a new experience for Victarion.