Jonmund Week 2020

Day 1: Missing Scene [Chieftain AU]

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"I thought you said Free Folk didn't kneel to Kings?" Jon commented to Tormund, a teasing lit in his voice as the two entered their shared tent to settle in for the night.

"I ain't a King, I'm a Chieftain, big difference little crow." Tormund huffed as he began to pull his layers off of his body, his eyes trained on Jon who was doing the same thing.

"All your missing is the crown," Jon said full-on teasing now before letting out a loud breath of air when Tormund wrapped his arms around the smaller man from behind.

"If I wear a crown, will you kneel for me my little crow?" Tormund rumbled as he snuck his hands up under Jon's tunic and Jon shuddered at the light touch.

"You know I don't kneel for Kings, but for a Chieftain, I think I just might." Jon leaned back into the taller man's embrace, closing his eyes at the heat Tormund was radiating.

"Well then my pretty crow, what are you waiting for? We have to celebrate my new rank." Tormund smoothed his hands down towards Jon's waistband and yanked them down as Jon pulled his tunic up over his head. Jon turned around to face Tormund, completely naked and half-hard already, his cheeks and chest flushed a light pink as Tormund raked his eyes up and down his naked form.

"So fucking pretty for me," Tormund rumbled, as he was quick to shed his own clothing before he was forced to grip his thick cock to focus himself when Jon gracefully fell to his knees before him.

"Tormund," Jon whined unable to stop himself as he placed his hands on Tormund's muscled thighs and then used one of his hands to grip Tormund's hand before settling the large palm on his head.

"You trying to kill me pretty crow?" Tormund asked in awe even as he tangled his fingers in Jon's curls and pulled a bit earning a moan from the naked man on his knees in front of him.

"Never," Jon promised sincerely before he leaned forward to lap at the wet head of the Chieftain's erection. Tormund moaned in pleasure and guided Jon's head forward, his moan only increasing in sound as Jon took the Wildings length into his mouth.

"Fuck," Tormund grunted as Jon sucked at his cock, allowing Tormund to set the pace by the hand in his hair. Jon groaned around the girth of the Chieftain that filled his mouth almost completely.

Tormund risked a look down and felt like he had taken a punch to the gut at the sight that greeted him. Jon's curls were off of his pale face that was flushed with his own arousal, his pink lips were stretched wide around the Wildling's cock and a small line of drool was beginning to form at the corner of his mouth already. Jon's fingers were tight around Tormund's thighs, grounding himself and his own cock was standing fully erect from his crotch at this point.

Jon was beautiful and he was all Tormund's. No Southern would ever see this side of Jon, no one would have him on his knees like this again and this sight was now only for Tormund. Tormund didn't covet things, but Jon, Jon he would gladly covet until his last breath.

"You're too good for me my pretty crow," Tormund grunted as he began to slowly rock himself in and out of Jon's welcoming mouth. Jon just moaned as his dark eyes flicked up to meet Tormund's as he lifted himself up a bit higher, allowing Jon to swallow down more of the Chieftain's cock.

Tormund wanted to last longer, he truly did but when their eyes locked Tormund was hit by a wave of arousal that burned in his veins like fire and his climax rushed out of him.

"Fuck!" Tormund roared out as he yanked on Jon's hair, pulling Jon off of his cock and looked down just in time to see Jon close his eyes with his mouth still open as ropes of Tormund's cum painted his face.

"Even prettier now," Tormund panted as he wrung the last of his cum out of his cock, feeding a primal urge to see Jon marked as his and only his.

"Am I yours now Chief?" Jon asked as he licked his lips, moaning softly at the taste of his lover on his skin.

"Damn right you are," Tormund growled as he used his hold on Jon's hair to pull the smaller man up to his feet. Jon whined at the pull on his scalp and his eyes fluttered as his cock jerked at the sensations.

Jon curled his arms around Tormund's neck when the Chieftain pulled him in for a fierce kiss, tasting himself on Jon's lips in a way that had Jon's knees locking. Jon clutched at Tormund desperately when the Wildling's calloused hand closed around his cock.

Jon moaned helplessly into the kiss as his lover began to roughly pump him, the grip on the right side of just too tight. Jon couldn't help but thrust up into the larger man's hand, he had already been so close to his own climax from his time down on his knees.

It didn't take long before Jon was breaking the kiss to throw his head back with a cry of pleasure as he spilled over the Chieftain's hand. Tormund hummed out his pleasure at the sight and sound of Jon's orgasm, peppering Jon's throat with biting kisses that would leave marks behind for all to see.

"You only kneel for me now my little crow," Tormund's words were possessive but he felt Jon sag against him with a soft mewl like sound and he knew his lover was not against his possessive nature.

"Yes my Chief," Jon agreed as he buried his face into Tormund's fire kissed hair, a pleased smile on his face, as he pressed closer to his lover.