[ A muffled grunt is his first response, hands up in self-defense, and then ... Oh. Startled, his astonishment morphs into desire and his fingers curl in the front of Hiccup's tshirt to hold on through the hungry kiss, giving himself up to it eagerly.
So minty, wow.
When it parts, he's still smiling, and he doesn't quite let Hiccup go as he nudges him back toward a wall under a half-lidded, dark blue stare. ]
Do you want to be even or do you want to get lucky tonight?
[ A fingertip trails circles under a cotton hem, drifting through coarse brown hairs over a navel. ]
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So minty, wow.
When it parts, he's still smiling, and he doesn't quite let Hiccup go as he nudges him back toward a wall under a half-lidded, dark blue stare. ]
Do you want to be even or do you want to get lucky tonight?
[ A fingertip trails circles under a cotton hem, drifting through coarse brown hairs over a navel. ]