[ Laughter eases the tension on his part, grateful for the fact Hiccup can still be Hiccup throughout their sexcapades no matter how intimate or embarrassing they might be. ]
Rude.
[ It's not long before his fingers slide free, the angle too awkward to keep it up with three for long. Kissing all over a cheek and down into a mussed brown temple, Jack turns his head to tear through the foil of the condom packet with his teeth and spit it aside. He doesn't have any STIs and he highly doubts Hiccup does, but for as much as he'd like to feel him raw it's going to be overwhelming enough without having to clean up any extra mess afterwards (no matter what Hiccup thinks of having Jack buried in his ass, the more experienced of the two of them doubts his boyfriend would be overly thrilled to clean come out from there in the shower). Sheer romance, really.
He sits back on his heels with a generous portion of lube worked over his cock and leans over him on an arm as they align, the pressure of Jack's aching length pausing at Hiccup's entrance as he searches his eyes. It's not often he's entirely serious, even with the kindness lingering in keen blue eyes, but now qualifies.
Even if he is tense all over from the notion of finally getting to fuck the beauty spread out beneath him on crumpled sheets. It's better than any wet dream. ]
You can tell me to stop whenever you want. If it's too much, we'll just relax and hang out. Okay?
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Rude.
[ It's not long before his fingers slide free, the angle too awkward to keep it up with three for long. Kissing all over a cheek and down into a mussed brown temple, Jack turns his head to tear through the foil of the condom packet with his teeth and spit it aside. He doesn't have any STIs and he highly doubts Hiccup does, but for as much as he'd like to feel him raw it's going to be overwhelming enough without having to clean up any extra mess afterwards (no matter what Hiccup thinks of having Jack buried in his ass, the more experienced of the two of them doubts his boyfriend would be overly thrilled to clean come out from there in the shower). Sheer romance, really.
He sits back on his heels with a generous portion of lube worked over his cock and leans over him on an arm as they align, the pressure of Jack's aching length pausing at Hiccup's entrance as he searches his eyes. It's not often he's entirely serious, even with the kindness lingering in keen blue eyes, but now qualifies.
Even if he is tense all over from the notion of finally getting to fuck the beauty spread out beneath him on crumpled sheets. It's better than any wet dream. ]
You can tell me to stop whenever you want. If it's too much, we'll just relax and hang out. Okay?