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Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] catpiles 2014-06-11 03:17 pm (UTC)

I'll remember that for later.

[ Jack's grin is a permanent addition as he digs his heels into the mattress and arches to give Hiccup a constant body of motion to ride, a slippery grip around the head of his cock twisting precome around the soft tip with each quickening roll. Groaning in pleasure as he is, Jack pays close attention to the best angles that eke out more of those cries, wanting to work him open all day if it takes that long to find out how Hiccup really likes it. ]

God, fuck, you're so good, so good ...

[ Not all of his momentum is for charity; driving harder into molten heat when Hiccup hurries, Jack grits his teeth and takes pride in the slap of flesh each time they meet, a vague idea of buying a vibrator later just to play with Hiccup's ass filtering around his disjointed thoughts because he'd whine so loud, everyone would know.

Fingernails dig into a thigh, kneading their approval. ]


Ride me, you've got it. [ Gasping, Jack snatches hold of Hiccup's hips to drag him down. ] J-Just like that.

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