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