Kissing Daenerys was-- well, he couldn't fairly say it was his most favorite thing in the world, not anymore-- but it was still pretty amazing, and he was sure it always would be. It was almost disappointing when she moved back from him, but that ended quickly. Jon gently caressed her breast, and even chanced to give it a slight squeeze.

"I know I sound like such a man, but I really do love these," he said, not really able to keep from laughing softly.

And with all that, they still moved against each other, the pleasure washing over him like waves.