He's surprised by the strength in Daenerys' hand as she squeezes his, and even more by how hard her hips move against his mouth, but by the looks of it, the strongest thing of all is the feeling that blows through her body like a storm, hard enough to make her shout his name. And hearing that? Jon's sure he's never been prouder of himself.

When it seems her body has calmed from the experience, he crawls back up her body, wiping his mouth on his arm before kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat. Jon notices immediately that in his concentration on Daenerys, his own readiness has slipped a little. Moving on instinct, he gingerly guides her hand to his cock.