[ He manages to hold in unsteady breaths until his aching length is stroked by light, teasing fingertips, giving whoever is downstairs a preview of more moans to come. Creasing into him as Hiccup exacerbates that weak point, right where he knows it turns Jack to mush, nails run up shoulder-blades and into a thicket of messy hair to hold him close because that, that's wonderful and gets his dick wet against Hiccup's touch, hips rolling into a less than obliging hand; throat working on a gasp as he tips his head back, he shudders and his cock twitches tellingly.
It's this about sex that he's always liked, the thrill of getting to be with Hiccup aside — the caresses and kisses, letting himself be smothered in affection as he never usually is unless on his own terms. Here, he trusts Hiccup with everything and it's freeing. ]
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It's this about sex that he's always liked, the thrill of getting to be with Hiccup aside — the caresses and kisses, letting himself be smothered in affection as he never usually is unless on his own terms. Here, he trusts Hiccup with everything and it's freeing. ]
Tell — Tell me you locked the door.
[ 'Cause seriously. ]