[And of course, the inevitable is now happening. Hiccup groans at the moment of the squeeze before chuckling against Jack's mouth. This wasn't quite his plan when he had came up here, but hey, it definitely works too.]

Somehow I don't think I mind that so much.

[Nope, he doesn't, because he's bucking his hips against the warm hand now, letting his lips work their way down a chin to travel along an adam's apple.]

We could always have our own private party. Except you'll have to actually follow the dress code for this one.