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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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[A nervous laugh escapes him at that statement, as he drapes the back of a hand across his forehead.]

Yeah, that's ... gonna be a pain, isn't it? I think--ah--I'm okay with staying bedridden.

[The cold hand sends a shiver that makes its way up along his spine, causing a subconsciously arch of his back, already moving his hips slightly against slick fingers.]

Just go easy on me, alright? [Another laugh, because, well, that's probably not gonna happen.]

[And cue nervous laughter, because this is his geeky stuff that he's usually warned not to go into long rants about.]

Just some ... flight sample stuff here and there? I tend to study a lot more of the aerial side of things.

I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise.

[ Leaning over him to get a prime view of his reaction, Jack slides his slippery fingers lower, briefly giving a pair of balls a squeeze as a passing Hello, see you later. He trails slender artist's fingertips down the seam of Hiccup's ass, making sure to catch the pad of one right over a hot hole with every other passing rub, testing the waters.

Already, Jack's aching cock is like iron between his legs, but this, this has him rapt. ]

How's that?

Yeah? You oughta show me sometime.

Mmmm.

[His eyes shut close and his body trembles lightly from the cool touch of the slippery substance, but it does in fact wash a sense of relaxation over him. He knows nothing's started yet, but even if it's just temporarily, the caress of fingertips bring out a full soft moans that he doesn't even bother answering with real words, and instead resorts to a slight nod, knowing Jack has his eyes on him.]

[He begins to realize the alcohol's already turning him into quite the courageous talker when he hears Rapunzel's question. But of course, that doesn't stop him from grinning and giving his response.]

That depends. Is it working?

[ The first press of his index slides inside without too much resistance, which was what he was hoping for. Jack pecks him on the forehead as he fucks him slowly with a single digit, encouraging him to move. ]

Rock your hips for me ...

[ A wet thumb rubs up against perineum to seek out that hidden pressure-point that Jack knows from extensive experience will be a great help, a counterpoint to stroking Hiccup open. ]

[There's a quick inhale of breath when he feels the finger make its way inside. It's only just a finger, but he was already beginning to feel slightly tense. Still he reminds himself, with the help of that quick kiss, it'll be alright.

So he'll follow Jack's instructions, pushing his lower body forward to help guide him along, as light gasps escape him with each stroke inside. Even aware of the slippery texture, he's amazed by how easily it's currently able to move inside.]

[ The heat around Jack's finger makes him swallow, pumping consistently so Hiccup isn't jarred any more than he needs to be. It's a gradual process, but when he thinks he'll be alright taking another the stretch allows for a second finger with a little force, bare inches claimed at a time. Jack eases back to press a hand against a bent knee, sliding it farther to the side for an unobstructed view of a tight pink hole swallowing up his fingers, wrist twisting to try and bury them deeper on each thrust. ]

... Jesus, Hic. You look incredible like this.

Yeah, Anna can be quite the talker.

[He knew there were a few other things about Anna that were capturing people's attention, especially tonight, but he's smart enough to avoid mentioning that bit.]

People like she and Jack tend to have it a little easier sometimes since they're a bit more comfortable with that sort of interaction. [insert roommate jealousy issues] Next to him, I just end up looking like the awkward roommate who's too into dragons.

[A nervous laugh, for accidentally bringing up his little side hobby.]

But, you know, it doesn't make much sense for you to be in the same boat. I mean, Elsa, you're a lot prettier than me for starters.

Ah! [The second finger catches him off guard, but at least there's some progression even if each digit added made his heart beat twice as fast. There's a slight pain in the stretch but he bares it, biting his lip a bit in an attempt to relax. Except suddenly Jack's pushing his knee out, making him feel much more exposed than he was before.

Face reddening and voice quivering, he manages to finally find his voice. After all, blabbering his mouth always did help take his mind a bit off of things.]

You know, I really hate to bruise my manhood and be the stereotype of a young girl, who, during her first time, blushes insanely from embarrassment, screaming "don't look at me like that" when her lover starts gawking at her but ... please, don't look at me like that.

[Because he was embarrassed, suddenly unable to look Jack in the eye. Because he's never felt this vulnerable in front of another human being in his life and it was still a heart-pounding experience no matter how much Jack could calm his nerves.]

You are so fucking beautiful when you ride my fingers. Is that what's bothering you?

[ Grinning at how adorable Hiccup is when being literally pulled apart, Jack brushes back auburn locks as he leans over him, tilting a chin to face him as he looks at green eyes. He fucks him a little faster, just by an increment or two, visibly glancing back to a wet flinching hole and back up to a pretty face. ]

That I'm hard for you? Or don't you want it? [ The steady fingering drives a little deeper to a second knuckle, curling inside that blisteringly hot channel to rub over soft walls. ] Don't ask me not to look at you when I've dreamed of this. Of you.

Sweet!

[ Yeah, she's totally not already biting into the chocolate bar with gusto. Nope. Totally your imagination there. And after chewing and nodding to his question, she'll blurt: ] --Something like that, yeah. Problem?

[It's not an easy transition to one day feel as though you'll never have such a strong connection with anyone and then suddenly you're so ridiculously admired--suddenly you're wanted.

It was difficult to get used to Jack's feelings. To be spoiled with his compliments and his teases of how badly he wanted him. It's not that he disliked it, it was just incredibly difficult to wrap his head around and to fully accept.

Still, he can't hide away from his questions when suddenly Jack's forcing him to look eye to eye at him. Even as fingers start pumping into him harder, he holds a breath with difficulty, trying to refrain from showing too much of a reaction, from revealing too much of how he was really feeling, despite his body's natural response of rocking into his hand.

But when fingers are pressed in deeper, pushing further against nerves, he breaks, releasing a gasp, strained expression exposed on his face. A moan escapes, combined with a mix of both pleasure and pain, and suddenly there's no more hiding how much he does want it, as his gasps become more frequent.]

Y-you really aren't playing fair--ah-ah!

[ She just gives a secret smile ]

I should probably let you get back to the party -- [ Because his absence would be considered a little suspicious. Though she takes a breath-- a slight hesitation that he'd probably spot ] -- but... what if...[ She'll bite on her lower lip now. ]... What if I let you use your mouth on my breasts before that...

[ Sheeeeeeeeeeeeee's. curious. ]

Thank you -- [ A soft blush on her cheeks ]-- but guys... don't approach me a lot. And I'm not searching for anything right now. I'd rather concentrate on my studies.

[ Well, that-- and a whole assortment of emotional constipation. A few bad experiences on dates had really ruined the entire lot for her. ]

[ Jack wishes he could paint him like this, spread open and flushed, wracked with borderline pleasure-pain ... On that note, Jack digs his fingertips right over that same spot to garner more of those needy gasps. Hiccup is right, he's wanted with a ferocity that made Jack miserable for as long as he couldn't tell him and had to pretend there was nothing there, living in the same room and wondering what would happen if he slipped over and awoke him with his mouth. Jack's an artist and he wants to warp Hiccup's body into as many positions as possible, discover if he has as many expressions as his skin does embarrassed shades of red.

He thinks about Elsa wanting to be here for this, during their first time, and he's almost viciously possessive enough to consider putting another lock on the door. Jack hasn't had many things in his life and he wants Hiccup to belong to him so much it aches; him, first and foremost.

A third finger pushes in, taut pink muscle almost trying to keep him out but Jack takes those gasps as his cue to keep going, bowed over a prone body so as to kiss over a heart. ]

You can take it, Hic, I know you can. You're doing so well ...

Nothing in that party could interest me more than you-- and that... [ Hans swallows, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. Oh, no, Elsa... that sounds like something Hans would really enjoy. He looks down at her chest, then back up to her face-- ]

That. I would much rather do that than go back to the party.

[ Why stand around ogling people, when he can lay in bed and ogle Elsa?

[Hiccup's breaths have increased in pace, digging his fingernails into dragon-printed sheets to ease the pressure. The third finger makes it much tighter and he becomes terrified with worry that this might not work at all.

But Jack is trying to ease his worries with words and kisses, and it's the only thing that's keeping him going at this point, simply because it's Jack.

Because his first time with Astrid was disastrous, filled with panic and overloading anxiety, much worse than he has it now. But with lack of experience between both of them, and so much uncertainty of how to go about it, there hadn't been much comfort on either of their ends. It was left to be quick and rather sad, with Hiccup thinking he possibly wasn't meant for sex at all.

But with Jack, he was feeling ready no matter how terrified he was. Because he's come to understand the degree that Jack cares for him, knowing that they're now in on this together.

He reaches out for the arm that isn't working on him, gripping on the light muscle by the shoulder, as he speaks up again, with a slight laugh, for some sort of distraction.]

And here I had always thought you had some small hands.

[And Astrid is totally gonna look, because hey! They're girls and it's no big deal, right? Nevermind that she's totally grinning right now.]

You know, yours are looking pretty good. Your muscles, I mean. [Just throwing that out there.] You keep yourself pretty fit, huh, Princess?

[ Laughter eases the tension on his part, grateful for the fact Hiccup can still be Hiccup throughout their sexcapades no matter how intimate or embarrassing they might be. ]

Rude.

[ It's not long before his fingers slide free, the angle too awkward to keep it up with three for long. Kissing all over a cheek and down into a mussed brown temple, Jack turns his head to tear through the foil of the condom packet with his teeth and spit it aside. He doesn't have any STIs and he highly doubts Hiccup does, but for as much as he'd like to feel him raw it's going to be overwhelming enough without having to clean up any extra mess afterwards (no matter what Hiccup thinks of having Jack buried in his ass, the more experienced of the two of them doubts his boyfriend would be overly thrilled to clean come out from there in the shower). Sheer romance, really.

He sits back on his heels with a generous portion of lube worked over his cock and leans over him on an arm as they align, the pressure of Jack's aching length pausing at Hiccup's entrance as he searches his eyes. It's not often he's entirely serious, even with the kindness lingering in keen blue eyes, but now qualifies.

Even if he is tense all over from the notion of finally getting to fuck the beauty spread out beneath him on crumpled sheets. It's better than any wet dream. ]

You can tell me to stop whenever you want. If it's too much, we'll just relax and hang out. Okay?

Mmm. Maaaaybe.

[Grinning, Rapunzel relaxed her neck and let her head rest against Hiccup's shoulder. She may have sounded like she was playing the whole thing off, but the idea of Hiccup "wooing" her was not at all unpleasant. In fact, it made her heart flutter ever so slightly, imagining it.]

[The fact that they'd somehow moved the topic of conversation from her bra to spending an afternoon painting together was a little baffling, but Rapunzel was glad for it.]

It's a deal. [She struck out her hand so that they could shake on it.]

[ She feels her heart speed up ]

I'd really rather that we didn't have rumors flying around about us.

[ She knows you would fucking adore that Hans. And shes not giving that up quite yet. ]

[ Hans nods. He gets that. He's a fan of rumors-- he's usually the one who starts them, though. ]

Can I... get a rain check on that, then?

[ Hey, he can try a little give and take, too. It's just careful, though. She's in charge, that much is obvious. ]

It seems unfair to try something new right before I have to go.

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