You are so fucking beautiful when you ride my fingers. Is that what's bothering you?

[ Grinning at how adorable Hiccup is when being literally pulled apart, Jack brushes back auburn locks as he leans over him, tilting a chin to face him as he looks at green eyes. He fucks him a little faster, just by an increment or two, visibly glancing back to a wet flinching hole and back up to a pretty face. ]

That I'm hard for you? Or don't you want it? [ The steady fingering drives a little deeper to a second knuckle, curling inside that blisteringly hot channel to rub over soft walls. ] Don't ask me not to look at you when I've dreamed of this. Of you.