Robb hummed again, only this time round it was more associated with using one head over another. True enough that more often than not Robb let his heart rule over mind; impulsive and flighty except during those times when seriousness was an absolute necessary. When he had to act grown up instead of the spritely Peter Pan nimbly hopping from tree branch to fencepost then rooftop. Never aging in spirit, life truly was a carnival. If one knew where to look, that is.
"Drawing a bit of a blank right now..." Pure teasing, of course, as he'd take the memory of that first time - for Jon; and perhaps he too, if only for a very fleeting period, imagined himself an untouched virgin - to his grave without a single breathtaking moment forgotten nor faded by the steady, inevitable passage of years. Oftentimes he teased Jon about clinging and hoarding to each and every new experience; no stone left unturned regardless of how small or plain the rock might look to the untrained eye. And sure, it'd been a nervous time for his then green-as-grass lover, so nervous and fretful he'd make a mistake that Robb couldn't help but fall in love with him a little more.
He reckoned then, there was something to be said about how endearing Jon's handsome face could be when fixed in a state of complete sated bliss. Especially when big brown puppy eyes rolled back in lover's head solely due to his attention and skills.
Rather awe-inspiring when you considered Jon Snow could pull any bloke he wished. Humbling, really, that he'd chosen a gangly, gingery fellow with slightly wonky ears and an undeniably odd articulation of language a mish-mash of mother and father tongues over anyone else in the world. Robb wouldn't forget that fact either, and carry it with him until the end of days.
"Maybe you might care to refresh my memory then. Ring a few be- Christ," softly hissed through his teeth the very instant Jon hit favorite pleasure point, causing goosebumps to prickle. "Keep that up, love, and we'll regret getting sand up our bums in the morning."