Now, there was a vast difference between Jon's opaque soul windows and lover's cheery bright blues. Reflection of mind's complex inner workings only noticeable when forehead wrinkled in contemplation or subtle suck of upper lip into pouty mouth meant all wasn't going exactly to plan. But there were times when starlight filled his eyes, sparkling in candlelight or by warmth of the hearth dazzling enough to render the onlooker quite senseless. Those who knew Jon Snow best, truly knew how precious such a rare jewel was - so hard won for someone still haunted by ghosts carrying heavy chains forged from a lifetime of disappointments and injustices - often felt humbled by its radiance. As if they'd looked upon the face of a god and lived to tell the tale, walking away from the encounter a better, more spiritual person in the end. Robb was well accustomed to Biblical burning bush experience by now, could calculate arrival of utter sexual bliss when beefy forearm locked behind squashed, seen-better-days feather down pillow - And that smile! - so brilliant fleshy cheeks budged up and out to there Robb reckoned he resembled famous Happy Golden Buddha statue residing in every Chinese restaurant worth their salt (and hoisin!)
So too there were times, lesser known movements of eternity's hourglass, when ethereal starshine gave over to the forever vastness of time and space. When chaos ruled from depths as black as the curly locks Robb wound round fingers wanting, needing the necessary grounding which it provided. Jon had given over to his most base needs. No longer was he the wee adorable cottontail bunny nudging and nosing for gentle affections, but a lion tugging at the last of his restraints. No gentle sounds, no honey-coated confessions of everlasting love and devotion could ever slip through teeth bared now for blood, the sharp canines exposed as lips curled in possessive snarl. Sweet smell of freedom in the air and Robb had - voluntarily - made himself a condemned Christian stepping into the arena and becoming the morning meal.
Taking a steadying breath, his tongue darted out to wet the corners of his mouth. "Alright," Robb nodded, willing himself to go into a state very much like that after consuming too much drink. When a body turned fluid; less liable to tense up if the going got tough. And yeah, it would always be a rough go with Jon but that didn't mean the act was an impossible one. Just a bit more of a challenge, is all.
Remember to stay relaxed.
"Jesus, Jon." Picturing slippery eels, water slides, and reminding himself how lucky a bloke he was, words came out in a rush of air timed on the slow downswing of arse bumping balls.
"I swear you've fucking grown since the last time."