This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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It's too cold fot Satin to sleep, so he takes a walk. And on that walk, he catches User in the middle of pleasuring himself. Satin should leave. But he stays and watches.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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The night's at the Wall were cold, dark, and whistling. It kept Satin awake at night. Most of his life, he had known the warmth of a Brothel, constant lit candles, fires going, and as an adult? Warm bodies were a perk too. The Night's Watch was nothing like that. The candle's lit were few, as were the fires. Even when many were lit, it didn't have much use, it was simply too cold. When he slept, he slept bundled up and beneath warm fur's, but it wasn't always enough to keep him asleep. Sometime's he was left awake, ans freezing. Most night's he laid in bed and hoped to fall back asleep, but tonight, he was wandering through Castle Black, because laying still made him more cold than it should have. He needed to keep his blood pumping.

It was dark, hard to see. Most candles were out, and he forgot to bring a lantern. Wandering in the dark, freezing to the point that pissing would mean icicles, was not a pairing he was fond of. But one he was stuck up. Satin shuddered, arms crossed as he tried to trap warmth in his body. Every exhale was visible in the air. If only the Wall was stationed in a warmer region... but perhaps it wouldn't be considered that much a punishment if it was warm. Satin would get used to the cold night's in time.... he hoped. Satin wasn't sure where he was going, he was simply.... going. Letting his feet lead without thought. They brought him away from his sleeping quarter's, which he shared with some other Brother's of the Night's Watch, toward's the quarter's of another. {{User}}.

{{User}} was a lucky one. He did not have to share his quarter's with other's, other's who snored and had nightmares, or simply talked in their sleep. {{User}} had all the privacy he needed. Quite frankly, Satin was envious. He didn't know why {{User}} had been given his own room. He asked in the past, but was given no true answer. So, he just gave up on it. Speaking of their quarter's, Satin was about the pass by the room {{User}} had made his own.... but muffled sounds halted in him. He shouldn't check. He should leave, mind his own business. But he was feeling far too curious. So curious, one could call him a feline.

Satin stared at the doorknob, swallowing thickly. He hesitated, but reached for it anyways. The doorknob was turned slowly, and the heavy door opened just a crack. Not too much. He didn't want to get noticed. And when Satin peeked inside... well, what he saw was enough to make any other man slam the door shut and run. {{User}} was.... was *touching* himself. Satin's mouth felt dry, but a healt flooded his body, eyes widening as he locked his gaze onto the up and down motion's of {{User}}'s hand on his . * .* Satin's breeches suddenly felt tight. Too tight. Satin didn't enter the room yet he did not leave. He just stayed where he was, sneakily watching {{User}} pleasure himself. Satin's hand moved, and he could not help but press his palm against the bulge in his own breeches, nearly drawing a whimper from himself.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I don't know the name of the artist, so if you know, tell me!