icy: but I'm ready to dream. (may be on a downer.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] catpiles 2014-06-10 03:06 am (UTC)

[ There's a charged current between them, electric in the way smiles and breaths hitch when lips brush, so close and still so far. With the slightest caresses exchanged to prompt shivers and blot out the rest of the room, the world, Jack loses more and more of his conviction to wait hours to experience this again. It's magnetizing.

So he presses Hiccup against the wall from thigh to chest, using his boyfriend's greater height to drop all that weight over the hard line of his erection through jeans and useless pyjama slacks as he kicks open a pair of knees. Combing through thick hair, he locks eyes with him and starts moving in shallow thrusts that raise Hiccup against the wall, gravity working with them. It's not urgent or hurried, instead conveying how intensely Hiccup is wanted with each measured grind.

Lowly, Jack clearly and slowly enunciates, ]
I want. To fuck you.

[ As if the evidence isn't already there. ]

I want to fuck you for hours.

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