Pairing: Jorah Mormont/Jon Snow
Type: Non-Canon
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Game of Thrones.
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When I had first seen Jon Snow, Khaleesi briefly left my mind. He was a wondrous man and I could see why she had set her sights on him. He was young and yet experienced. And after I saw how he acted beyond the Wall, I felt an even stronger connection to him.
I walked through the ship to where he was. Everyone had thought him dead and yet he had returned. Nearly dead, he was brought onto the ship and warmed up. I had allowed Daenerys to speak with him only after he woke up as that was only the polite thing to do. She had told me briefly that she had talked to him. She would've given a longer reply but Drogon and Rheagal required comfort as their brother had died.
"Come in." Jon said as I knocked on the door. "Jorah."
As I closed the door I noticed how happily he had said my name. I could see a gleam in his eyes as I walked over to him. The memory of his naked form excited me. The scars that littered his body meant nothing to me. In fact they made me feel even more aroused. But I held no thought in my mind that he would choose me over Daenerys.
"I'm glad to see that you're alive." I said, trying to remain calm.
I knew if I lifted up his furs that there would be naked skin underneath. The furs were there to keep him warm but I was certain that my body could do a better job.
"And I you." Jon replied. "I'm more happy to see you than I was Daenerys."
"You were?" I asked and raised an eyebrow.
"With her it's always as if I have to plan carefully what I'm going to say. Everything could go wrong with just one word."
"And I'm different?"
"While on Dragonstone you never disappointed me with your wisdom. Daenerys seemed to calm down after you said just a few words. And when we went to get the wight...you never panicked and when you fought it was like you were a beast. Why hasn't Daenerys fucked you yet?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth he blushed. Something told me that he would never have said that on a normal day. But today wasn't a normal day. He had survived death again. At least now I knew where he stood. Though him admitting that I was desirable didn't mean fucking him was a certainty.
"Daenerys has her own desires which I don't question." I said and sat down on the side of his bed.
"You haven't changed clothing." Jon said and he reached out to touch my clothing.
"I was too worried about you to change."
Before I could think about my decision, I leaned down to kiss him. His lips rose up eagerly to meet mine. His fingers dug into my hair and I took off his furs with one motion. I broke away from our kiss and admired his naked form. My eyes looked at the wound that was right above his heart.
"When I allowed the wildlings in to Castle Black, some of my men didn't like that." Jon said. "They killed me."
"I am more than glad you have returned to the living." I replied and looked at his cock.
It was a good sized one and my mouth was on it before I could think. With delicate movements of my tongue and lips I was able to make it grow. Jon moaned loudly as if he didn't care who heard him. Myself, I was too focused on pleasuring him to care about how loud he was.
"Jor...aa...aaaaah..." Jon moaned loudly as his body started to shiver.
I stopped just as he was about to climax. I smiled at him once I stood up. His face was pained by the pleasure he had just felt. He had been mere moments from experiencing climax. Quickly his face turned into rage and he got up as if forgetting all of his injuries. I caught him as he jumped at me and started ripping off my clothing.
I could help him but the pleasure, oh gods, the pleasure of having him do this to me was immense. Finally my clothing was all in shreds around me. Jon thought that he could take me, but I would conquer him once ag-
"Ah!" I moaned in pleasure.
The bastard had knelt down in front of me and had started giving me a blowjob. It surprised me how well he was fucking me with his mouth. But, then again, he could enjoy these pleasures more freely due to his low status. I found myself going to the edge of the bed as my lover stayed kneeled.
"Jo...nnnn..." I moaned and felt myself about to go over the edge. "Yes...yes..."
He stopped and stood up with a smile on his face. I laughed loudly at him. I grabbed him and threw him so he was lying with his back on the bed. He scooted up so he was fully on the bed as I positioned my body over him. I kissed his neck and his hands felt my chest. They went over where my greyscale had been. For a moment I looked at his eyes and didn't see pity there. There was only desire in them.
I kissed the scar over his heart before returning to his mouth. His kisses were more demanding than before. As our kisses deepened I entered him. I went slowly as this seemed to drive him mad. His fingernails dug into my shoulders as my fingers clutched at the furs around him. It was hard to keep a steady pace as my body demanded I go faster.
When I could restrain myself no longer, I went wild. My thrusts were harder and we had to stop kissing. Both of us were letting out loud cries of passion. My body tensed up as I felt ready to climax.
"Joahhhh!" I cried out as I climaxed.
Jon opened his mouth in a silent scream of pleasure as he came. I felt the warmth of his cum on my stomach. We looked at each other and kissed gently. After we had calmed down enough, we both went under the furs. We embraced each other as the rocking of the ship brought us close to sleep.
"I bent the knee." Jon said sleepily. "But not for her or the North. I wanted to please you."
"Jon," I said as I let out a yawn. "Your existence is pleasing enough for me."
I don't know if he ever replied as I had already drifted to sleep.
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