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Richard Madden slung his exhausted body into a directors style chair in the large, comfortable trailer which had been dragged along the dirt roads to the location for the star to relax comfortably between takes. He had been filming with his on screen family for several hours, in a scene in which the king travelled to the ancestral home of his northern allies, along with the entire royal party. Richard had enjoyed the morning, the actors he worked with were masters of their craft and all were equally grateful for the opportunity to work on Game of Thrones.
"Hello?" Richard's eyes, which had begun to close as he drifted in his chair, snapped open as the trailer door opened and his cast mate stepped inside the trailer. "Fucking freezing out there." Nickolaj Coster-Waldau closed the door behind him to keep out the icy winds, shaking snow from his blonde hair and rubbing his large, cold hands together.
"Alright." Richard gave Nickolaj a sleepy grin and gestured towards the expansive couch for his friend to take a seat. The two men had connected as soon as they had met, both finding one another easy going and often joining up on long days of filming for a drink or to simply talk and laugh.
"I just had to do such an awkward scene with Lena." Nickolaj grabbed himself a beer from the small mini fridge on the opposite side of the trailer before dropping onto the comfortable sofa, his long limbs spreading out in all directions.
Richard, easing himself from the directors chair to grab himself a beer as well, grinned at Nickolaj, guessing what scene he was referring to. "Yeah? Can't have been too bad though, you know." Richard was a huge fan of Lena, his on screen enemy.
"We've already established where my sexual appetite lies." Nickolaj let out a long, deep laugh, taking a hearty swig of his beer as Richard flopped down next to him. "Doing that sex scene with her is just painful, man, especially with about forty people watching us."
"Yeah, yeah, but even a gay man has to appreciate a woman like that." Richard let out a low whistle, imagining himself with Lena.
"Do you not get what being gay actually entails?" Nickolaj said with a grin on his face, "I don't go for women at all!"
"I'm just messing on." Richard laughed along with his friend, glad that the subject didn't make him uncomfortable; he had came upon many an actor in his time who were deeply secretive about their sexual provocations, despite the fact that half of them were gay and out to their friends and families, they still felt the need to keep it secret from other actors and from the public. "Who are you actually doing these days?" Richard asked, his widely spread legs brushing against Nickolaj's as they shared the sofa and swigged their beers.
A secretive smirk spread across the Danish actors face at Richard's question. "It doesn't really matter, but he doesn't want people to know."
"Oh, come on! You have to tell me now!" Richard laughed, jabbing Nickolaj playfully in the ribs.
"We're not teenage girls who need to sit gossiping about boys!" Nickolaj barked in good humour, getting a few soft jabs at Richard's own ribs as payback.
"Yeah we're men; I tell my mates all about what's going on in my love life and I expect the same, that goes for you, too!" He kicked off his boots and undid the top three buttons of his loose shirt as he spoke, he had no more scenes to shoot for several hours and wanted to relax.
Nickolaj followed Richards example, not needing to shoot for the rest of the day, he slipped out of his heavy costume boots and spread his legs further as he reclined into the sofa. "Okay, but you can't say anything." Nickolaj knew Richard would never betray his trust, they were becoming fast friends. "It's Kit."
Richard almost choked on his beer. "Kit?!"
"What's so surprising about that?" Nickolaj had a lustful grin on his face, remembering the time he had spent with Kit in his trailer last night. The English actor certainly knew how to use his body, Nickolaj knew Kit would be aching all over today.
"Apart from the fact that I heard Sophie ask point blank if he was gay or straight and he said straight?" Recovering his composure, Richard wondered why Kit would feel he had to lie to Sophie, his on screen sibling and friend on the set.
Nickolaj shrugged, he didn't care if Kit was going around pretending to be straight, that was his business, and Nickolaj was still able to reap the rewards of his body. "Who knows."
"Doesn't it bother you?" Richard asked as he grabbed two more beers from the fridge and dragged his backpack over to the sofa.
The Danish actor gave another uninterested shrug. "Not at all. He can do what he wants, it's just sex between us, so why make an issue out of it?"
"I guess." Richard conceded. "You fancy smoking a little?" Richard asked, fumbling around in his backpack and drawing out a cheap wooden box, chipped and dirty from years of wear and tear.
"Ahh, don't tempt me." It was Nickolaj who had first suggested to Richard that the two of them get high together, he had been a heavy weed smoker in his youth and still enjoyed it occasionally.
"Suit yourself, you're not filming again today, are you?" Richard asked as he dragged the coffee table over to be directly in front of the sofa. Nickolaj stretched out his legs on top of the coffee table, one over the other."
"No." Nickolaj watched Richard remove the top of the box, the strong smell of weed hitting Nickolaj's nostrils immediately. Richard grabbed a packet of regular rolling skins from the box, ripping off a piece of the packaging and putting it to one side. "You know what, go on then." Nickolaj laughed at how easily he changed his mind.
"You know what though man, we're really gonna need some snacks, remember last time?" Richard and Nickolaj both burst into laughter as they remembered the last time they had smoked; it had caused severe 'munchies' and both of them had ended up going on a three hour mission to find food at four in the morning.
"I'll go grab some." Nickolaj slipped on his boots and began tying the laces as he watched Richard roll. The young Scott took a hearty amount of weed from a small, sealed bag and placed it into a cheap plastic grinder. The piece of the packaging Richard had ripped off was folded over itself at the edge to make an 'S' shape, and then was rolled into a thin cylinder to act as the filter. Once the weed was in tiny pieces, he took an extra long silver skin and filled it with tobacco, mixing it with the ground weed and finally putting the filter in place. With an expertly practised ease, he licked the edge of the skin and rolled it around itself, creating a thick joint.
"Easy!" Richard happily inspected his handy work, pushing down the tobacco and weed at the top of the joint with a pen so that he could twist the edges of the skin together to stop the contents escaping.
"Make me a few will you? I'll go grab us some stuff." Nickolaj threw on Richard's oversized jacket lined with fur and stepped out into the cold. The set was bleak and barren, with moors rising in the distance and wet, treacherously muddy ground under his feet. He headed to his trailer, which was quite a walk from Richards. It was dusk, and as filming was still going on for many of the actors the area was relatively empty, with just the occasional errand boy running by. Nickolaj waved to Lena Heady, who was enjoying a cigarette on the deck of her trailer, and to a frantic Sean Bean, who was late to film his scene. He saw no one else, and savoured the peace.
Stepping inside his darkened trailer, fumbling for the light switch, Nikcolaj felt his heart stop. He could hear someone. "Who the fuck's there?" He growled, attempting to sound as menacing as possible.
"Woah, don't go mental. It's me!" A groggy voice called out from the darkness. Nickolaj relaxed; it was Kit. With the light switch finally in his grasp, he flooded the room with light, illuminating the sleepy figure of Kit Harrington, who was sprawled out on the large sofa.
"What are you doing?" Nickolaj grinned, quickly crossing the room and throwing himself on top of Kit's elongated body. He attacked the other man's lips with his own, their slight stubbles brushing together.
Kit allowed Nikcolaj's tongue to explore his mouth before he replied, sliding his hands over the Danes powerful arse, squeezing the tight muscles there. "I came after I finished shooting but you weren't here." He rubbed sleep from his eyes as Nickolaj shifted and allowed the other man to sit up. "Must have fallen asleep."
"Couldn't stay away after last night, eh?" Nickolaj draped an arm over Kit's shoulder.
Kit blushed, though made no move to escape from the embrace. "Round two tonight?"
"I think we're on round eight or so by now, no?" Nickolaj gave Kit's shoulder a squeeze and planted another kiss on his lips. The two had been spending their nights together as often as their schedule allowed.
"Round eight then." Kit began to shift, hoping to get himself onto Nickolaj's lap so he could have easier access to his lips and his body, but he was halted by Nickolaj vaulting from the sofa.
"I really would love to," Nickolaj said, the growing bulge in his trousers and the way his bottom lip was clenched between his teeth giving away the truth of his words, "but I already told Richard we'd hang out, and seeing as you don't want anyone to know about us I can't just blow him off." Nickolaj's words were without malice, he felt slightly pained to leave such a beautiful, wanting man.
"It's not that I don't want anyone to know, it's just none of their business." Kit said with a sigh of annoyance, his eyes firmly trained on Nickolaj's arse as he bent over to grab supplies from his overstocked mini-fridge.
Throwing the snacks into a backpack that he had grabbed from the counter, Nickolaj turned back to Kit. "I know, I don't care what you tell people. I can't just fuck over Richard to spend time with you though Kit." Kit's face fell at Nickolaj's words, though he tried to conceal it.
"Okay, well just come by tomorrow or something, yeah?" Kit asked hopefully. A smile spread across Nickolaj's face as the realisation that Kit thought of him as more than just meaningless sex hit him.
"You know what, why don't you come with me? You and Richard get on, don't you?" Nickolaj had rarely worked on set with Richard and Kit at the same time, and once the current filming schedule was done the three actors would be separated as they each went to different parts of the globe to film their various story lines.
"Oh yeah, we're good mates. I did want you to myself though." Kit laughed, jumping up from the sofa and joining Nickolaj in the kitchen-area. He wrapped his hands around the taller mans waist and pulled him in for another kiss.
"Come on then." Nickolaj said as their lips parted, slinging the loaded backpack over his shoulder, taking hold of Kit's hand and heading back outside. It was winter, and dusk had been brief before giving way to complete darkness. The set was out in the countryside, and though it was lit with the lights that came from the trailer windows it was still difficult to see, and the two men found themselves walking hand in hand in order to navigate the darkness and the slippery mud beneath their feet.
"Woah!" Kit yelped as his feet connected with a particularly treacherous patch of mud, almost losing his footing. Nickolaj had hold of his hand, and upon hearing his yelp dragged him closer in order to steady him.
"Watch yourself." Nickolaj grinned, excited by being so close to Kit in the darkness. He wrapped an arm around Kit's waist as they continued their journey to Richard's trailer, now visible, not far from the two men.
Kit almost fell again as they navigated a wide tree, the roots which threatened to trip Kit concealed by darkness, though Nickolaj managed to steady him once more, and Kit followed his example, wrapping his own arm around the other man. Just a few feet from Richard's trailer, from which loud music could be heard, the two actors stepped straight into a particularly deceptive patch of mud, which appeared to be completely safe but was in fact covering a sharp rock which connected with Nickolaj's foot.
By holding onto Kit to stop him from falling, Nickolaj had inadvertently sealed the English actors fate if Nickolaj himself was to fall. The concealed rock knocked him off balance, and his other foot, unable to gain any traction in the wet mud, was unable to steady him, causing both men to slip into a jumbled pile of limbs in the mud. After a second of shock, both men began roaring with laughter.
"Fuck!" Nickolaj laughed, a huge grin on his face as he took in Kit, half of his face smeared with mud, laying on the ground beside him.
"You're an idiot!" Kit laughed along, pushing himself up from the ground with difficulty to rest on his knees. "Look at the state of us!"
Nickolaj let out another bark of laughter as he took in Kit and himself. "You look worse than me." Nickolaj had managed to land on his hands and knees, protecting his face from getting muddy, while Kit had flopped face first into the mud.
"Fuck you!" Kit roared with laughter as he launched himself at Nickolaj, pinning the older man down in the mud and sitting on his chest. Nickolaj grinned and tried to fight back, but Kit had his arms pinned to the ground and his legs could merely flail uselessly in the squelching mud.
The two men were interrupted from their frolicking in the mud by the deep, booming laughter that rolled across the loose camp of trailers. Breaking the deadly eye contact with Kit that had stirred his loins, Nickolaj locked eyes with a guffawing Richard, who was stood on the steps of his trailer, beer in one hand, the other pointing at the two of them as he took in the scene in front of him.
"We fucking fell in this death trap!" Kit shouted in explanation, gathering his mud splattered limbs from the ground and extending a hand to help Nickolaj up.
"We'll finish this later." Kit whispered into Nickolaj's ear before they trundled through the thick mud to join Richard at the door to the trailer.
"No way are you two coming in here like that." Richard took in the two men before him, both covered head to toe in thick black mud.
"Come on, man, it's fucking freezing out here." Nickolaj pleaded, his body beginning to shake from the cold.
"Tell you what, I'll just give you some clothes to wear, get naked boys." Richard laughed as he turned back inside the trailer. Nickolaj and Kit, both feeling the chill in their bones and desperate for the warmth that was pouring from the open door of Richard's trailer, began to strip themselves of their coats, shirts, boots, and trousers, until they were both stood there in nothing but their underwear.
Richard threw a damp towel at Kit so that he could clean his face. He passed it to Nickolaj once he was done, then stepped into the shorts Richard had provided for him and slipped on a baggy grey t shirt that was waiting in Richards outstretched hand.
"Much better lads, come in." Richard stepped aside and let the two men, now dressed in shorts and t shirts with thick white socks, into his trailer.
The music was still coming from Richards mac on the coffee table, though the volume was down, and the laptop was surrounded by ready made joints, an overflowing ashtray, and bottle of whiskey with a glass of the amber liquid beside it.
"Getting high are you?" Kit grinned at Richard, shaking his head in mock disgrace.
"Of course, man. This ones for you." Richard had made six joints, three each for he and Nickolaj, but he was happy to set two aside for Kit, besides, there was always more weed where that came from.
"How was your scene earlier?" Richard shouted to Kit, who was in the bathroom cleaning the remaining mud from his face and hands.
"Went great actually, Maisie is amazing to work with." Kit called back in reply as he let the hot water run over his hands, picking out the last vestiges of mud from beneath his nails.
"Watch out Kit." Nickolaj edged Kit out of the way so that they could share the sink, though it was only a few moments before Kit was clean, leaving Nickolaj to finish up at the sink as he joined Richard on the sofa.
"You filming again later?" Kit asked Richard as he took a joint from his outstretched hand.
"I was meant to be, but Carole just came by and said the night scenes been moved to tomorrow." Richard grinned, referring to the assistant who was responsible for making sure e was always where he should be, "So I'm free to relax all night!" He turned up the music and stretched his legs, covered by a baggy pair of jogging bottoms, out over the coffee table. Kit, who had already lit his own joint, handed his co-star the lighter and followed his example by spreading his legs across the table.
The two men talked between themselves for a few moments before Nickolaj arrived, stepping over his lovers outstretched legs, grabbing a joint from the coffee table and planting himself in the gap between Kit and Richard.
"Who are you seeing these days?" Kit asked Richard as three men reclined on the sofa, each taking periodic drags from their own joints and listening to the music from the laptop, which Richard had hooked up to his powerful sound system with an audio jack.
"Ah no one these days mate, my beds empty and cold." Richard made puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip, feigning heartache before he burst into laughter.
"You want it that way though, right? Leaves you open to take extras any willing extra into your bed." Nickolaj barked in approval of Richard's ways, usually doing the same thing himself, though since he had took up with Kit he had needed no other to satisfy his voracious sexual appetite.
"No, no, I just haven't found the right girl yet." Richard gave an angelic smile.
"Fuck off!" Kit laughed, leaning over Nickolaj to jab Richard in the arm. "I know tonnes of girls-"
"- and guys!" Nickolaj interjected extend with a shout of laughter.
"-who'd give their right arm to be with you! You just like playing the field, not that I blame you!" Kit shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.
"What's this about the lads wanting me as well?" Richard dug a mocking elbow into Nickolaj's ribs, before balancing his half smoked joint on the edge of the ashtray so he could take his whiskey down in one long gulp.
"Plenty of gay guys on this set who'd jump straight between your Scottish legs." Nickolaj gave Richards iron like thighs a hearty slap as the two men laughed, letting his hand rest on the powerful thigh for a few moments as he took another deep drag of his joint.
"You think so, Kit?" Richard asked, the drugs giving him a buzz of euphoria, bringing out a side of Richard that wanted to see if he could get Kit to admit to his provocations, though he knew the drugs were steering his thoughts, he knew that what they were telling him were merely his own feelings in a more heightened form; he and Kit were friends, so why would he not want to be open with him about his life? It was simple, as far as Richard saw it.
"Course I agree, have you never seen the way some of the guys on set eye you up?" Kit took another deep hit from his joint, his eyes beginning to feel heavy, a permanent full grin spreading over his face.
"You can't be that oblivious, we've both noticed it for one thing, and you both know I'm gay. Seems like I have the most authority on stuff like this." Nickolaj let a smirk cross his face, remembering every time he had gotten the exact same looks from other cast mates, extras, and the whole host of other people who were needed on a film set and returned them in full.
"Well, not the most." Kit said, his legs pressing firmly into Nickolaj's, both men – in their relaxed states – were not being as careful as they usually were. "I'd know too." Kit had finished his joint now, bobbing his head to the music as he spoke. He leant over to pour a glass of whiskey.
"So you're gay?" Richard asked, his face impassive as he lounged on the sofa, tapping out the tune of the music on his thigh.
Kit blanched, but only for a moment. "Yeah. I've been sleeping with him." He said, gesturing to a grinning Nickolaj as he put the top back on the bottle, taking a slug of his whiskey before sitting back, one arm draped over the couch with his hand coming to rest beside Nickolaj's shoulder. He was happy to tell people that he knew about his life, especially one joint deep with his lover and one of his closest friends – on set at least – with him.
Richard gave Kit and Nickolaj a huge grin and slapped each of them lightly on the cheek. "Well, I have to say good on you two!" He downed another glass of whiskey in celebration, passing one over to Nickolaj. All three men took down their drinks in one gulp, giving a slight sigh of satisfaction as they felt the drink seemingly warming them to the very bone.
Kit and Nickolaj kissed wile Richard looked on, both forgetting that it was rude to be attacking one another in such a way with a - usually irate - third person present. But Richard, unexpectedly for him, experienced no irritation in those few moments in which he watched his two friends make out and did not find himself uncomfortable.
Nickolaj turned to Richard as the two broke their kiss and settled back into the sofa. "You must have tried it in school or something, no?" He asked, drawing a laugh from Kit and Richard.
"Well, you would think so, but I never did. Never really got any offers. A few of my mates were gay but they were still pretending to be straight back then. I don't know why not." He finished off his joint as he pondered his own question. Looking down, he saw that Nickolaj's hand was on his thigh again, and he could also feel the slightly bristly thigh of the Dane pressed against his own leg. Looking across, he noticed that Kit's hand was snaking its way up the leg of Nickolaj's shorts. He could tell that Kit was fumbling slightly under the constraints of Nickolaj's underwear from the movement of the fabric, he had stumbled in much the same way himself before.
"You don't mind, do you?" Kit asked, knowing from Richard's face that he would not protest. He felt the familiar shaft of Nickolaj's impressive penis beneath his fingers, softly stroking it between his fingers to bring it to its full might.
"Uh – I suppose..." Richard trailed off as Nickolaj let out a slight moan. The way his cock was grinding against his underwear while being manipulated by Kit's trained fingers was quickly bringing him to a full erection.
Kit noticed that Richard's eyes were transfixed on the movement beneath Nickolaj's shorts. Withdrawing his hand, he let the fabric bulge obscenely as Nickolaj's cock tried to escape its confinements.
"I can't..." Nickolaj fumbled beneath his shorts, guiding his cock down the leg of his shorts so he could free it. Richard gasped when it sprung forth, it was larger than his own impressive member, and thicker to boot.
"Yeah, this is the forth Dane I've had and they're all hung like monsters." Kit grinned at the look on Richard's face as he watched Kit begin stroking once more.
"Fucking hell, man, erm..." Richard struggled to find something to say, finding himself unable to move as he watched Kit's hand continue stroking. Nickolaj had his head resting deep in the comfort of the sofa, his eyes half open, groans periodically escaping his lips.
"Come on Kit, just a hand job?" The older man grinned at Kit, daring him to go further. Kit knew that he probably shouldn't, not with Richard in the room, but he pushed the thought away, keeping his eyes on Richard as his mouth swallowed the gigantic Danish cock of his co star. Nickolaj let out a long moan, one of his hands taking hold of the back of Kit's neck and slowly guiding him down the length of his cock, which few managed to take in its entirety.
Richard watched in a state of awe and shock, "There's no way he can take all that." He said to Nickolaj, who raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"You watch him. Oh, fuck..." Nickolaj trailed off as his prediction came true, his entire cock being consumed within Kit's gloriously wet mouth.
"Fucking hell..." Richard lit up his second joint, keeping his eyes on the scene in front of him as he smoked. Nickolaj's hand was still guiding Kit's mouth up and down as he sucked the huge cock, letting his tongue trail the slit and sensitive head while using his other hand to stroke his own cock beneath his shorts.
Richard, whose cock was painfully hard, pulled down his jogging bottoms, shuffling a little as he discarded them beside him. His cock slapped against his belly as it was released, an impressive member nestling in a fuzz of red hairs, though it seemed much smaller to him now that Nickolaj was in the room.
"Woah-ho-ho!" Nickolaj laughed as he looked over at Richard. "Someone's horny, who'd have thought?" He used his free hand to take hold of Richard's cock. "You want me to?" Nickolaj looked at Richard, his hand wrapped around his cock but motionless.
"Yes." Richard felt a wave of nerves wash over him, though it only lasted for a second before it was replaced with the pleasure from Nickolaj's large, warm hand stroking his cock.
"You're fucking gorgeous Richard..." Kit said absent-mindedly as he watched Richard slip his shirt off, revealing a series of tight, powerful muscles, with a light fuzz of hair on his chest following to his cock.
Richard gave Kit a huge grin, Nickolaj's hand still working magic on his cock. "Would you mind, uh –" Richard was again lost for words, though he had no need for them, as Kit jumped up from the sofa, moving to settle between Richard's outstretched legs.
"Here." Richard fumbled at Kit's t shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the extremely strong body beneath, an eight pack of abs and a strong, compact chest beneath a dusting of dark hair. He stumbled out of his shorts so that Nickolaj was left as the only one still dressed, though he still had his enormous cock sticking out of the side of his shorts, stroking the huge meat with one hand, his other still pleasuring Richard.
Nickolaj let go of Richard's cock and took the back of Kit's head, his hands entwining in his black curls as he guided him down onto Richard's cock. Kit, a practised master at taking dick, let Nickolaj guide him slowly down the length of the Scottish girth before him. Despite all his years of practice, it was still one of the biggest he had taken, though he was spurred on by the satisfied moans he could hear from both men as he took more and more of the cock down his throat.
"Fuck! I haven't had someone take it all in years!" Richard moaned stupidly, throwing his head back into the sofa and closing his eyes as Kit came back up, leaving just the head inside his mouth before being guided back down Nickolaj's strong hand.
"Come here." Nickolaj said, hooking Richard's jaw with his finger and turning him towards him. Richard looked into the other man's eyes for a few seconds before his head came closer, finally closing his eyes just as he felt Nickolaj's slight stubble grazing against his own, their wet lips connecting in a strong, wet kiss. Nickolaj kept pumping his own cock with one hand as took the other from the back of Kit's head – still with Richard's impressive girth in his mouth – and used it instead to draw Richard into the kiss, pressing his fingers into the messy red-brown curls. Richard's hand replaced Nickolaj's in guiding Kit's head up and down on his cock, while the other hand snaked under Nickolaj's shirt as they continued kissing, their tongues now battling for dominance.
"If I'd known you were open to it I would have tried when we first met." Nickolaj broke the kiss only for a moment as he spoke, his words breathless.
"I didn't think I was..." Richard grinned through their kiss, letting his hands explore the large, strong muscles beneath the older man's t shirt. Nickolaj broke the kiss, instead trailing his lips down Richard's chest, kissing his powerful muscles as he made his way to the nipples. He sucked and kissed the pink buds, slightly twisting and teasing one while he pleasured the other with his mouth.
"Let's let Nickolaj have a go, eh?" Richard managed to speak through his own moans, watching delightedly as Nickolaj took Kit's place, taking Richard's cock into his mouth, using his well practised tongue to create magic. Kit stepped onto the sofa in Nickolaj's old place, his cock coming to rest directly in front of Richard's mouth.
"Return the favour?" Kit grinned down at his friend. Richard could not resist, Kit was irresistible as he stood over him, his defined muscles seeming even more impressive from the angle he was at. With a gulp of nerves, Richard took hold of Kit's long, thick cock. His hand barely fit around it; he was glad it was not as large as Nickolaj's.
"I don't know -" Richard felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Just put it in your mouth. Lick the head, grab my balls. Do what you like being done on you, it's easy." Kit watched with glee as Richard leaned forward and took Kit's girth into his mouth. The warm, tingling feeling fell over Kit as Richard began running his tongue all over the sensitive head, pushing the other man's cock against the side of his cheeks before he began bobbing back and forth, all the while making sure his tongue was focused on the head. He knew he was doing something right; the more Kit moaned the more confident Richard felt, trying to mimic what Nickolaj was doing on Richard's own cock at the same time. When he took hold of Kit's balls and gave them a gentle tug, which Richard himself liked from time to time, he was met with bucking legs and a series of groans from the pleasure Richard was giving. Richards moans of bliss made his mouth vibrate around Kits cock, bringing the young actor even more pleasure as he began thrusting his hips slightly, feeding more and more of the length of his cock into Richards willing mouth with each roll of his hips.
"Kit, get down here and let's show Richard what he's been missing all these years, shall we?" said Nickolaj with a grin, letting Richards cock out of his mouth with a pop. Kit threw Nickolaj a huge grin and stepped down from the sofa, letting Richard catch his breath after the effort of having Kit's huge dick pumped in and out of his virgin mouth.
"What do you mean?" Richard asked breathlessly.
Kit answered the question for him, getting on all fours in front of Richard, his pert, muscular arse free for the taking before the Scottsman.
"It's fucking beautiful, isn't it?" Asked Nickolaj, the lust clear in his eyes as he eyed Kit's tight hole.
Richard was not even sure what he was doing, he had never thought of another man in a sexual way, but now all he could think of was taking the prize that was Kit Harringtons arse. He quickly jumped up from the sofa and positioned himself behind Kit, glancing behind briefly to see Nickolaj, watching with glee and stroking his enormous Danish cock as Richard lined up.
"Come on Richard, show me how it's done." growled Kit, arching his back to tempt his co star even more. With a deep breath Richard pressed the head of his throbbing cock into Kit's waiting hole. The warm, tight confines of Kit's hole was so much more than his mouth had been; Richard threw back his head and let out an animalistic groan of pleasure.
"Go deeper, he can take it!" Nickolaj jeered the two men on while he enjoyed the show.
"You sure, Kit?" Richard asked, his cock now half way in Kit's hole.
"Just fuck me!" With a roll of his hips Richard obliged, slamming his entire length into the tight hole as Kit let out a long, drawn out scream.
"Oh, fuck!!" Richard growled, taking a firm grip on Kits hips as he pulled out, leaving just the tip of his cock in before he slammed into Kit once more.
"Yeah!" Kit groaned, using his powerful arms to brace himself as his hole was used. "Harder!" Kit turned to look at Richard over his shoulder, his own cock growing even more as he saw the animal look of pleasure that had overcame Richard. The Scott slammed in and out of Kit, using his muscular hips to thrust back and forth, giving the young actor beneath him the full power of his cock.
"Fuck yeah, fucking take it." Richard shouted obscenities as he continued to plow the hole beneath him, his moans getting louder and louder as Kit thrust himself back on the huge member inside of him, actively contracting his hole with each thrust, driving Richard crazy with desire.
"Better shut you up before someone hears us." Nickolaj said wickedly, getting up from the sofa and stepping in front of a writhing, screaming Kit. He threw his shirt and shorts to the side, finally joining the two younger actors in complete nakedness. Nickolaj's body was a temple, over six feet of powerful muscles which he worked out daily in the gym, his enormous cock jutting out of a vein-laced adonis belt. He knelt before Kit, who was still being propelled back and forth with the force of Richard's thrusts, took the younger actor by the jaw and guided his cock into the warm mouth in front of him. Kit's jaw stretched to the limit as it was filled with the Danish cock, his moans now muffled as he was thrust forward, taking more of Nickolaj's cock, before he would push back on Richard's cock, creating a perfect chain of sucking and taking.
"Oh, fuck!" Richard's deep, Scottish accent became thicker as he continued fucking, his hands digging into Kit's hips as he used the Englishman beneath him. "You're arse is so fucking tight Kit, oh, Jesus." His eyed rolled into the back of his head as he felt the wave of pleasure that premeditated his release. Richard picked up his pace as Nickolaj did the same, his actions becoming a blur as he pounded Kit's arse. Nickolaj, also about to come unravelled, pulled his cock out of Kit's mouth with a pop and began pumping his meat as fast as he could. The sound of moans filled the room as all three men got closer and closer to release. Richard came first, pulling out of Kit's arse just before he burst, shooting stream after white stream onto Kit's defined back and tight arse, while Nickolaj simultaneously began cumming over the young English actors face, his head thrown back and his body shaking with pleasure as he shot an ungodly amount of semen onto Kit; it landed on his face, in his hair, and ran down his chest, as Richard's cum ran down his back and dripped down his arse. The floor was covered with Kit's own juices a few seconds later as he joined the other men in release, his knees almost giving way as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.