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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

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Ah, well, I'm in mechanical engineering which is really just studying the mechanics and physics of everything and how things works. [He chuckles a bit.] I just sort of like making and building gadgets.

[ Fucking ... Have a ~~light~~ kick from his heel, Hiccup. ]

You're in a ripe mood. Did you wake up hard or what?

[ HAHA, WHAT ARE EMOTIONS, WE'RE MEN. ]

[Hiccup laughs, never thinking he'd hear those lines in his life. Dancing was absolutely never his forte.]

Well, one leg isn't going to stop me from trying to woo the young ladies with a waltz.

I meant for the kisses. But Oreos sound good.

[ Man, even if they're not dating, this is pretty alright. Hans rewards her with his hands, stroking both his thumbs above her breasts, toward her collarbone. ]

Setting my goals low, since the date is on a raincheck.

[That'll prompt a little choke on his food.]

You can be pretty violent, did you know that!? And no, I did not.

[Though come on, it wouldn't be surprising considering his lack of action last night.]

Violent? Says the guy who hasn't been pinned down and fucked yet, you haven't had me do half the things to you I'm planning on, Haddock.

[ Serenely sucking his fingers clean as he finishes eating, whoops. If he's blushing, he's doing a grand job of looking aloof in the meantime. ]

[Trying to sip his drink to down the food that almost killed him was a bad idea, because now that liquid goes down the wrong pipe, causing him to go into yet another choking fit.]

You're really trying to kill me, Jack.

[Especially with red hot cheeks that he's trying to cover up with the back of his hand because really.]

[ Throwing back his head and laughing, he clambers over Hiccup to shove his empty packets on the bedside table and straddles a blanketed lap. Warm chocolatey lips roam over a throat as Jack winds his arms around Hiccup, kisses parting on chuckles that rumble up from the depths of his chest. ]

Ahw, don't be a big pouting baby boo.

[ Revenge is sweet. ]

Is that what you're trying to do then? [Her voice is teasing, but there's an edge of seriousness to the question.] Woo me?

[Finishing his sandwich seems like it's not gonna happen at this point with the head at his throat making it very awkward to do so. He swallows hard, which he immediately regrets, knowing Jack feel it in his kisses.]

I'm not pouting. I was just trying to enjoy my breakfast, thank you very much.

[Of course, he wasn't exactly fighting him off either.]

[ Maybe he could just be her masseuse. She's sure her chest muscles will not be tense after all the fun he's having ]

I-- I meant the oreo donuts. They make them-- [ A short hesitation before she wraps her mouth around his earlobe, then tugs at it softly with her teeth ]

I'm trying to enjoy my boyfriend, we're at a stalemate.

[ Laughter vibrates against freckled skin, a nose squashing into the dip of a shoulder before he purrs his way back up to molest an ear with his lips and teeth. ]

Not that I don't want you inside me, because I do. I really do. But don't you think I've thought about having you, Hic? [ A nip closes on a lobe, tugged through a growl that isn't entirely for show. ] I keep thinking about tying your hands up and running ice-cubes all over your body, all over your hard nipples and along your cock. You'd like the sting of the cold, I'd bet. I'd apologize by letting you fuck my hand to warm up again, melting it with each helpless thrust since you want to be touched, don't you? You love it.

[ His attention noses south, biting at a pulse as if daring it to go so slowly, wet noises coming from the new lovebite. At Hiccup's back he ought to feel the drag of nails hauling him into the heavy weight over his lap.

Jack breathes hotly down a throat. ]

One night, I want to fuck you open on the ice rink under the stars and watch you get red with the touch of the frost on your soft skin, and when it hurts too bad you're whining loud enough for people to hear I'd let you roll over and ride me until you came and came ...

Then I'd keep fucking you because you didn't want to get off my cock like the greedy asshole you are.

Edited 2014-06-10 00:45 (UTC)

O-oh... I didn't know.

[ Hans shivers with a gasp, tightening his hold on her breasts again-- but really, more as a reaction than anything. ]

Wait. Oreo donuts? H-how does that work?

[The last bit of his sandwich that he had still be been holding finally slips from his hand to land on the side table with a plop. It's practically the closest thing to movement that comes from Hiccup because the rest of his body has frozen up from the shock.

Eyes have long been closed, forced to picture in his mind everything that Jack played out in words, bit by bit. Maybe he hadn't exactly woken up hard like he had been asked, but he was definitely on his way down that road now.

Swallowing hard again trying to find a voice to speak with, he opens his mouth slowly, struggling to be vocal other than the deep breath he inhales. Until finally, he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his head.]

May I go brush my teeth please?

[ Grinning widely, he plants an altogether playfully, sloppy kiss on a cheek that is entirely out of sync with his lurid renditions. That's for not locking the door last night. ]

Sure! I'm gonna eat your leftovers.

[ And he rolls happily onto his side, snatching up Hiccup's discarded half-sandwich to munch on as he crosses his ankles. It's a really, really good day, okay. ]

Divinely.

[ That word is emphasized as his fingers dig into her skin, flush brightening on her cheeks. As much as she doesn't want to admit she actually is imagining what it would be like to fuck him. Him on top of her right now, she's practically naked, it's hot and warm and she can smell him-- she's sure the scent won't leave her sheets all week.

She's wondering, but she can't. Not yet, atleast. She figures he'll become bored of her soon enough, if she holds out long enough. And she'd really rather not have sex with someone who was just going to forget her in a couple of hours.

This here is fine, though. Touching and exploring. It's all on her terms. ]

You're fine, right? [ Oh she should clarify ] Fine with, just this, n--not having sex?

[As soon as he's no longer trapped under weight, Hiccup hops straight out of his bed and races to the bathroom in the corner of the room, shutting the door immediately behind him.

Okay, what the fuck was that?

That bastard. That was just cruel. Pure torture. After deciding that they weren't going to go any further last night, while Hiccup was fully prepared with a full erection (well both of them had been really, since he had gotten a complete visual and feel of how Jack had been feeling), now he was saying all of that!?

Hiccup takes a deep breath, tightening his thighs together because he could feel the slight hardness developing just from the thoughts Jack forced into him. But no. That was not happening.

So just brush your teeth, Hiccup. And ignore that torturous asshole.]

There we go. Hey, uh, maybe sometime you and me could, I dunno, try paintin' together. Or somethin', I dunno.

[He's still a bit flustered by his abilities; painting isn't a very manly hobby.]

[ Sending a sly smirk at the slammed door, he tosses the crusts of Hiccup's sandwich on the table and hops up on his bed to start opening windows to let in the chilly morning air. Thoroughly pleased with himself, Jack's singing fills the room as he flicks on the radio, bounding over to open the window over his bed too. As cosy as he is, he'd rather avoid the taunts from people if they saw him dressed in Hiccup's clothes so he pulls on one of his own hoodies and hangs up the crazy green number on the back of the bedroom door.

Still keeps Hiccup's tee on though, for reasons. ]

Hic, I'm heading downstairs to see how all the hungover zombies are doing!

[ Being social is also a Thing that would probably be appreciated, even if he's hardly about to spoil his friends the way he does a certain brunette. ]

Yeah? So what've you built?

Aa-ah!

[ Hans gasps, hands flying forward to grip onto Jack's hair. Wow, you're really good at this, Jack. Hans quivers, holding his hips as steady as he can. A challenge is just the kind of thing to keep Hans from getting too overwhelmed... ]

Should I start r-reciting poetry, or what?

I'd love to!

[Any opportunity to make art was good in Rapunzel's book, and she especially enjoyed sharing it with other people.]

What kinds of things do you usually like to paint?

[He lets out a soft scolding noise-- no, Hans, you should start talking dirty. Oh, well! Perhaps Jack will have to teach him that too. It's not as if Hans is a particular disappointment; with a cock as nice as his, Jack is willing to put up with a lot. And the way he grips his hair is rather pleasing, frankly; he shivers when he feels his fingers tighten there.

He can't smirk, not like this, but he certainly feels arrogant enough as he bobs his head and keeps working. Maybe he'll pull away and tease later; for now, there's no harm in giving Hans exactly what he wants.]

Well, uh, I used to do set pieces for a friend o' mine. Background stuff, you know? So I'm real good at, you know, nature scenes, or buildings and cities, stuff like that. People's a little harder, but I can do it if I concentrate. You?

I tend to do a lot of illustrative work, but I really like nature scenes, too.

There's a park near here. You probably knew that already, though. But maybe we could go there sometime to paint?

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